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Well, Friday came along and I went to dinner with my boyfriend Richard. I guess you could say that my biggest anxiety trip was what northerner mentioned, about causing damage to the seating and making people angry and annoyed that we had ever been there. Richard's reply was pretty much the same as what Patches said about naugahyde or plastic seats in the booth.
Of course I would be horrified to go anyplace where we were known, so we actually drove to the next city, about an hour away. I must admit I have always had trouble doing it in public, I freeze up and sometimes just can't let go. As most of you know, I am a receptionist/office manager at a medical office, and I am the one who deals with all the pharmaceutical company reps, so I can get my hands on any number of "happy pills," and don't mind admitting that I took just a small dose in order to release some of my inhibitions. I wore a little black dress that was short enough for my panties to show when I was sitting down, and red panties rather than my usual white because the wet spot would show up better.
We got to the club and had dinner. I ordinarily limit myself to two glasses of wine but this time had three, just to completely trash my inhibitions. (No, I do not recommend mixing such medications with alcohol, but I have been working in medical offices long enough to know how much is safe and how much is not.) I was as giggly as a teenager and after three glasses I really had to pee, so I told Richard the time had come. He paid for our meal and drinks, left the tip so that we could just walk out of there at a moment's notice. I said, "Happy birthday, sweetheart. I may be 50 but tonight I'm gonna be your ultimate sex bomb."
I didn't try to push. That never works. I closed my eyes, drifted off, and did deep relaxing breathing, like you learn in yoga class. Pretty soon Richard was thrilled to see a wet spot appear on my panties, then it began to come out in a flood. When I heard it splash on the floor I made myself stop, mostly due to fears about getting caught by furious managers and thrown out by the bouncer, etc.
But it was clear to me that the whole back of my dress was soaked, which was just what Richard had wanted for his birthday. He kissed me and told me I was "the sexiest girl in the world," then we walked out. He had promised to stay close behind me and hold his coat so that no one could see my butt. That was a good thing because, like I say, the back of my dress was soaked and even with a black dress in dim light, everyone would have been able to see.
The club had a fairly big parking lot and I was feeling naughty, kind of amazed that I had actually done it, so I said, "You can take your coat away now." So I walked through the parking lot in a dripping dress, and there was a man and a woman talking next to their cars but I don't know if they saw me or not.
I am glad I did it, but it sure can be scary. Most of the time we just do what other couples do when they share this fetish, which is to make it part of our bedroom foreplay, but this was a real thrill, even if a somewhat heart-stopping moment. I have had lots of exhibitionist fantasies in my life and acted out quite a few of them, but this really "jumps the shark." I don't know if I will ever do it again, but needless to say, Richard enjoyed his birthday present immensely.
Of course I would be horrified to go anyplace where we were known, so we actually drove to the next city, about an hour away. I must admit I have always had trouble doing it in public, I freeze up and sometimes just can't let go. As most of you know, I am a receptionist/office manager at a medical office, and I am the one who deals with all the pharmaceutical company reps, so I can get my hands on any number of "happy pills," and don't mind admitting that I took just a small dose in order to release some of my inhibitions. I wore a little black dress that was short enough for my panties to show when I was sitting down, and red panties rather than my usual white because the wet spot would show up better.
We got to the club and had dinner. I ordinarily limit myself to two glasses of wine but this time had three, just to completely trash my inhibitions. (No, I do not recommend mixing such medications with alcohol, but I have been working in medical offices long enough to know how much is safe and how much is not.) I was as giggly as a teenager and after three glasses I really had to pee, so I told Richard the time had come. He paid for our meal and drinks, left the tip so that we could just walk out of there at a moment's notice. I said, "Happy birthday, sweetheart. I may be 50 but tonight I'm gonna be your ultimate sex bomb."
I didn't try to push. That never works. I closed my eyes, drifted off, and did deep relaxing breathing, like you learn in yoga class. Pretty soon Richard was thrilled to see a wet spot appear on my panties, then it began to come out in a flood. When I heard it splash on the floor I made myself stop, mostly due to fears about getting caught by furious managers and thrown out by the bouncer, etc.
But it was clear to me that the whole back of my dress was soaked, which was just what Richard had wanted for his birthday. He kissed me and told me I was "the sexiest girl in the world," then we walked out. He had promised to stay close behind me and hold his coat so that no one could see my butt. That was a good thing because, like I say, the back of my dress was soaked and even with a black dress in dim light, everyone would have been able to see.
The club had a fairly big parking lot and I was feeling naughty, kind of amazed that I had actually done it, so I said, "You can take your coat away now." So I walked through the parking lot in a dripping dress, and there was a man and a woman talking next to their cars but I don't know if they saw me or not.
I am glad I did it, but it sure can be scary. Most of the time we just do what other couples do when they share this fetish, which is to make it part of our bedroom foreplay, but this was a real thrill, even if a somewhat heart-stopping moment. I have had lots of exhibitionist fantasies in my life and acted out quite a few of them, but this really "jumps the shark." I don't know if I will ever do it again, but needless to say, Richard enjoyed his birthday present immensely.
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