I closed the door but it was obvious I didn’t latch it. I pulled off my blouse and skirt. The first dress was short but very nice. It wrapped around... the top and had a few buttons down to my waistline. It was loose-fitting on top and really didn’t feel right with my bra on. I asked her was it really meant for a bra like what I was wearing and she said she never wore one when she wore hers out with her husband. He liked the way she looked when she went dancing in it. I started telling her about. The salesman was a very handsome black guy, with a nice build body. He looked up from the register and smiled as he said that he would be right with me. I chose a nice pair of heels from a shelf and showed to him. “Can I try these on?” Before the guy could answer, I grabbed the shoes and took a seat at one of the low sitting chairs. I recalled that I was not wearing panties underneath my skirt but I really did not mind if this nice guy got a look at my pussy. It might even get me a discount.He. Ian pulled up before we had left the car. We made our introductions and retired to the pub. We all got on really well and Ian was very attracted to Jaq, he had seen her pictures but said she was more sexy when you meet her.Jaq was dressed in a little short black dress, red high heel shoes, red lace panties and stockings, her blonde hair flowing in long curls, she looked amazing. Ian could not take his eyes off of her, I knew he wanted to fuck her. We decided to check into the local Premier Inn. As I looked up at her face she smiled down at me something snapped in my mind. I reached out with both hands and grabbed her bum. Her cunt was almost level with my face and all I had to do was slip down in the chair a little. Causing a wave of piss to wash between my legs and spill onto the floor. Then I pulled her towards me and kissed her sopping wet panties. The taste of her piss was exciting, somehow forbidden fruit. I went back for more, licking her wet crotch. Sucking her piss into my.