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The Silk Miniskirt                    by Sara Rêver Éviellé                © 2000

 

The party was really jumping and everyone looked so fantastic in their costumes. I didn't really want to go but my girlfriend Gina talked me into it just before the party. I didn't have a costume but she said she would get me one if I came over to her house.

She had a costume laid out when I got there, I got a little nervous when I saw what she had for it was a girl's outfit, complete with a short skirt and very high heels! She even had lingerie insisting that it was a part of the costume and I needed it to make the costume authentic. I'd never worn anything like this before, I was so nervous about going out in public dressed this way. Gina sat me down and did my hair in a real wild fashion, then did my make-up, putting it on very heavily.

I don't think I would have worn the costume if not for Gina persuading me and reassuring me that I looked amazing. The top of the dress was very low cut in the front and back, ending in a deep vee and the hem of the skirt came to just below the tops of my stockings, I didn't dare sit down or the skirt would pull up exposing everything!

The dress was bright red as was the lingerie underneath; red suspender belt, panties and silky bra that was suitably filled with breastforms. The stockings were sheer tan and the red ankle-strap sandals had 4" heels, making it very difficult to walk.

I was really nervous walking around in this outfit at the party, it seemed like all the guys were watching every move I made. I guess in my nervousness I had a few too many drinks, but it helped to calm my fright. Gina kept coming by and trying to reassure me that I looked great, but the sexy outfit and the too heavy make-up made me feel very vulnerable.

A friend of Gina's called Paul, came up and asked me to dance. I tried to beg my way out of it, so we talked for a little while. He was really nice and I began to relax some, finally agreeing to dance with him. A slow number started as we got the dance floor and I found myself in Paul's arms, turning slowly on the floor. As nice as he seemed before we danced, I found out that it wasn't really true, he pulled me tight to him and his hands began to wander over me in the dim light.

I was really scared and tried to back away from him but he was too strong. He kissed me tenderly and his warm hands clung to my ass. I didn't know what to do I tried to break away but his probing tongue was very insistent. He slipped his tongue between my lips and toyed with my tongue, kissing me deeply. My arms were locked around his neck, making me very defenceless. His hands clung to me, sliding smoothly over the soft back of my dress. Being on the high heels, I was always a little off-balance, Paul used that forcing me to hang on to him or else I would fall.

Paul realised that I was helpless and decided to take complete advantage of the situation. I could feel my skirt inching up as his hands methodically stroked over me, he was exposing me to everyone! I tried to tell him to stop but he was kissing me so hard that no noise came out of my mouth except muffled sounds. I was afraid to open my eyes. I just knew that everyone was looking at me, seeing everything under my skirt. I could hear quiet talking around me as we danced and caught a few words here and there...

"She's acting the part!"

"What a little slut!"

Strangely, this not only scared and embarrassed me, but it excited me a little too. I didn't know what to think, all these strange feelings inside me. Paul increased the pressure as my skirt rose higher, his hands now on my silk panties tracing the outline of the suspender tabs. His fingers really did feel nice as he touched me, it was so wrong but it felt so good!

"I knew she was hot!"

"She really is a slut!"

I could feel the colour rising in my cheeks as the embarrassment of my situation increased, I couldn't help myself as I stole a peak through my closed eyelids. Everyone had stopped dancing and was standing around in a circle around us as we danced, watching the wanton display of my private things. I felt so exposed standing with my skirt pulled up and all these strangers looking at my underwear as Paul touched me and showed me off. Paul's finger slid slowly into my panties and eased them down around my thighs, his other hand pulled the top of my dress off my shoulders, forcing my arms down to my sides, trapped by the sleeves.

Breaking the torrid kiss, Paul stepped back away from me and whispered for me to hold my dress up over my hips so everyone could see. I felt so helpless as my hands moved quickly to do what he said. I had no control over anything I did. There I stood, my panties pulled down, totally exposed to everyone around me.

Looking around me, I could see all my friends watching me, Paul whispered for me to turn around slowly so they could get a good look at me.

Powerless, I turned in a circle, watching the looks on everyone's face. I could feel myself blushing deeply, but something inside me kept saying to do what he said. My cock was totally exposed to them and I couldn't have run if I wanted to with my panties around my thighs plus the towering high heels. As I ended my turn, I spotted Gina standing in the crowd, her hands pressed tight to the front of her skirt, masturbating furiously. Suddenly I realised that this was a set up, she had planned the whole thing! The costume, the booze, and Paul!

 

The End

 

 

© 2000
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