It’s late at the bar, getting close to 1 AM. Most people have paired off and left, but a few single guys still lurk at the bar, hopefully glancing around every time the door opens. One in particular keeps looking your way, trying to be subtle but failing miserably. He’s in jeans and a tucked in blue dress shirt, with enough thinning hair to put him in his early 40s. He looks lonely, and at this time of night, a bit desperate.
You’re in the red dress I picked out for you. It is tight, and without a bra your erect nipples are on display for the world to see. The plunging neckline reveals the plump curves of your breasts, barely held in by the taut fabric. And the dress is so short that it barely covers your ass. When you sit down it rises to an almost indecent height. You have your legs crossed under the table to conceal the fact that your panties are sitting in my pocket. You huddle close to me, clearly nervous, wondering what my plan is.