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 �>�Dinner Out by katie



   This is a review of a forfeit I got while on the discussion board. 
After my computer logged me out of the chat rooms several times (each time
making me forfeit a piece of clothing), I was told to wear a short, tight
dress out to dinner with my boyfriend and tell him why I was dressed the
way I was.  This is the story of that night:



   I was in the shower, delaying getting ready for my date with Tommy. 
After all, I was obligated to wear revealing clothing and tell him that I
had lost a bet on an internet chat room.  My legs were shaking and I could
barely keep the razor steady as I shaved my legs for the dress I was about
to wear.

   Finally I turned the water off and worked up the nerve to leave the
shower.  I wrapped the towel around me and laughed when I realized I was
almost as clothed now as I would be at dinner.  I did my hair and makeup
and then headed into the bedroom.

   The  -�dress -� was hanging on the knob of the closet.  It was an 
-�Izod -� dress --meaning it had the look of a golf shirt but it was
extended into a dress.  I was ordered to wear it with the three buttons
undone and nothing else with it except shoes.  I pulled the dress on --it
was tighter than I remembered it being but fit me perfectly --like a glove.
Too good in fact.  As I looked in the mirror, I was sure that everyone
would know that this was the only piece of clothing I was wearing.

   I slid on a pair of sandals (three inch heels), grabbed my little purse
and headed out.

   Driving while wearing this outfit felt so dirty.  When I spread my legs
to work the pedals, I felt the dress ride up.  Anyone above me looking in
would almost have a view of my sex.  I usually use two hands while I drive
but whenever I could, I kept my hand in my lap to try to cover up.

   I arrived at the restaurant, knowing that Tommy would be there already.
I pushed through the door and felt every eye in the place looking at me. 
From the looks in the men -(TM)s eyes, they were devouring my every bare
inch of skin while the other girls were thinking what a tramp I was.

   I should describe myself a bit.  I am 5 -(TM)6 with long, thin legs.  My
breasts aren -(TM)t huge but pretty, about a 34B.  My nipples have always
been a problem --they stick out in t he best of times but this night they
were pointing straight through, threatening to poke a hole in the poor
material holding them in.

   With my knees weak, I searched the room for Tommy.  I saw him sitting
facing the door but looking at the menu.  I quickly darted to him.  He saw
my bare legs first and started to look up and was startled to see me.

    -�Katie, what the hell, -� he said.   -�What are you wearing? -�

   Oh God, he hates it, this is terrible.

    -�Um, well, it -(TM)s a long story, don -(TM)t you like it? -� Oh God,
please let him like it.

    -�Like it?  I love it.  You look so sexy but you never dress like this.
-�

   He -(TM)s right, I hardly ever show off when I dress.  Yes I wear skirts
sometimes and sexy tops but nothing this exposing.

   I slide into my chair, feeling the material under my bare thighs.  I am
grateful that the table cloth covers my legs.

   The waiter seems very attentive and comes over to take our order.  I
order a glass of wine (please!!!) and let Tommy order dinner for us both
(he knows what I like!!).

    -�So, why the new outfit. -�

   Here it is, the moment of truth.

    -�Well, it -(TM)s kind of a dare, -� I said.   -�You see, last weekend,
while you were out with the guys, I was on this chat room about girls in
embarrassing situations.  And, well, I lost a bet and had to do this. -�

    -�Wow, what a great dare.  So, tell me more. -�

   I swallowed hard.   -�You see, I am wearing this dress and these shoes
and nothing else.  This is the kind of thing the board talks about and it
turns me on. -�

   I saw Tommy -(TM)s face get redder then I have ever seen it and then he
gulped.   -�Holy shit Katie, you mean you are not wearing any panties? -�

   I shook my head.   -�No bra either, -� I said quietly.   -�Please don
-(TM)t be mad Tom.  I -(TM)m sorry. -�

   Tears were starting to fill up my eyes.  He is going to dump me, I know
it.

    -�Can I check? -�

   My eyes sprang open.   -�Check what? -�

   Now it was Tommy -(TM)s turn to smile.   -�Check to see if this really
does turn you on. -�

   I gasped.  This was one of my fantasies, to be humiliated in public by
my boyfriend.  I nodded, unable to form the words.

    -�Good, spread your legs, -� he said softly.  I did as he commanded and
felt the coolness rise up to hit my sex.  In a few seconds, I felt his bare
foot rubbing my now soaking wet sex.

    -�OHHHH! -� I tried to contain my moan but I -(TM)m not sure I did a
good job as people turned.  I blushed but did not close my legs.  He
continued to rub my pussy with his bare foot as I rubbed back as covertly
as I could.

    -�Your wine miss, -� the waiter said.  In my euphoria, I hadn -(TM)t
seen him come to the table.  I slammed my thighs shut, trapping Tommy
-(TM)s foot between.

    -�Oh, um, ah, thank you. -� With shaking hands, I took the wine glass
and drank it, needing the strength.

    -�Spread them again, -� he said and I obeyed.  He started rubbing
again. I was so close to an orgasm that I humped back as good as I could
without being seen.  Just as the orgasm was about to hit, he stopped.

    -�Let -(TM)s continue that later, -� he said.   -�But, keep your legs
open wide for me, just in case. -�

   Oh God --it was the most erotic public dinner I ever had.  The
passionate sex that followed was awesome.  And it was all thanks to my
forfeit.