Still, I love to dress in sexy underware and fantasize about someone seeing me. I wear panties all the time and often bend over where people can see t...hem. Only a couple of times has someone noticed but nothing exciting happened.Arriving at my hotel tonight I saw an adult bookstore just across the street so I decided I would go there tonight. I like browsing around, looking at the videos and magazines full of people having sex. When I'm horny, like I am tonight, I wish I could be like that,. I grabbed a loser pair of jeans than the ones I’d worn the previous evening and pulled the thigh high stockings on instead of socks. I was going to wear the fishnets but Jenny had said stockings in her text-message so stockings it was! After posing in the mirror for a few minutes I realised I had no appropriate underwear that would go with the stockings. I laughed at the dilemma and simply decided to go commando! I pulled on a t-shirt and shoes then headed downstairs to wait. The stockings. "I could think of a few things... For now just a G&T please."I smiled across the old wooden bar at her and nodded as I set about preparing the drink. I slid it towards her with a wink, and trying my hardest to sound seductive I said, "This one is from me, on the house." Well, how sweet, but surely there must be something I could give you?" She wrapped her red lips around the straw of her drink and the swelling in my jeans became more painful than uncomfortable.I looked around the bar and. Two hours, four drinks, 13 blocks, and endless amounts of flirting later, we were at the apartment of mister rich ass business man (formerly known as tall dark and sexy). Specifically, I was in the elevator of a very nice building, heading up to an 11th floor suite, while the man in question shoved his hands none too lightly over my thighs and breasts and threw his tongue down my throat. Now, don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t that he was a bad kisser, it was just that after three years of the same.