This is a continuation of my earlier story about how I started manipulating a friend to eventually fuck my husband.
It had been a long time since Aditi had gone out dancing and she didn’t know what to wear. She finally picked out a silk, white blouse and a black skirt that ended a couple of inches above her knees. Underneath, she wore a bra, panties and pantyhose. She finished the outfit with black pumps. I wore my usual red club dress. Aditi was just getting started and she was wearing pantyhose for the first time.
“Sorry,” Aditi said sheepishly. “I couldn’t figure out what to wear.”
I stepped back and looked at her. “Hmmm, don’t you have anything shorter?”
“No,” she said, feeling uncomfortable under my scrutiny.
I shrugged. “That’s okay. Anyway, this will help.” I gave her a pair of high heels.
She hesitated to wear them.
“Don’t worry, they’ll be guys waiting to catch you if you fall,” I said, giggling.
“God, you have great legs, I hate you,” I said admiringly as Aditi slipped on the high heels.
Aditi did have amazing legs. They were her best feature next to her pretty face.