Hello ladies! I am back with part 2 of my story. So I am in the car with Jim on the way to the party, I took off my coat and I dumped it into the back seat and there I was in all my glory, wearing only my tiny outfit from My Erotic Lingerie. I was grateful for the heating in the car. It might have been quite chilly without it. I was sitting (with my safety belt in place of course, with me safety always comes first… well nearly always); my leg cocked up with my booted foot resting against the dashboard and Jim running his hand up and down the inside of my thigh or over my breasts tucking his hand inside my top and touching my nipples every time we stopped for a traffic light. I was getting very horny and beginning to think that maybe his idea was good, that we should go back to my apartment and forget about the party. But we were nearly there so we forged ahead to make our grand entrance. Jim was wearing a pair of paisley winter pajamas a nightcap and carpet slippers, so the contrast in our appearances was bound to make an impact.

Upon arrival we entered the party and our hosts asked if they could take our coats, I readily gave up mine, excited to see what kind of reaction I would make. Our hosts were very polite considering, but I could only imagine what they were thinking. Sometimes I love being a shocker and this time I had managed to pull off something big. My boy Jim, after all the touching in the car, couldn’t wait to get me into a clinch, so after the polite introductions were over and shocked expressions had calmed down we found a quiet corner to stand in and nurse our drinks, Jim couldn’t resist sliding his arm round my waist and surreptitiously feeling my ass under my slip. He also slid me round to the front of him and through his pajama pants was rubbing his nearly fully erect cock backwards and forwards against my ass. This was becoming extremely risqué and the music had started so we decided to cool it and dance. People had enjoyed a few drinks and were feeling much friendlier. We started dancing and a few men asked me to dance; you know! Every single one of them seemed to want to get me in a corner and put their hands up the back of my slip, or the front for that matter. I had to wrangle with a few of them. Jim found this incredibly amusing, I was bitching that these damn men should keep their hands to themselves while he was laughing at me and saying, you looked for trouble, you deal with it. I realized how right he was, laughed with him, and had a really good time.

When we got home, Jim and I had a really good time too, but perhaps that is a story for another time.

Bye for now girls, speak to you tomorrow.

Toni