In our bedroom at home, it had seemed both sexy and classy, but now I was worried that I looked frumpy and mumsy, a suburban housewife out of her depth.
Or what if it was the other way around, and I was showing too much flesh and looked desperate?
“Hey – come over here a minute.” He pulled me away from the club doorway and around the side of the building into a narrow alley, lit by a single streetlight. ” I was worried that he might have changed his mind after all.
He said they made my legs look amazing, but it felt strange since I was used to wearing trainers and flat, comfortable boots.
It wasn’t the only different thing we were trying that night!
“I just wanted to tell you how gorgeous you look tonight.” Relieved, I told him, “You look pretty good yourself, babe.” It was true. Lit by the dim streetlight, I could just see the curve of his lips as he smiled, teasing me.
He might have a couple more lines at the corners of his eyes than when we met, but that just made his smile look better. “And if they do, they’ll just be jealous.” I shivered as his fingers slid up my thigh; if I was honest, the open air and the thrill of maybe being seen just added to the excitement and I knew that when he got where he was going he’d find me already wet.