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Obedience Personified

Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: DarkSide, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

skirt rose slightly as I did so, rewarding Richard with a flash of thigh above my stockings. I smiled. Well, it was as deliberate as I could have made it. I placed my handbag on the bar and Richard ordered a Gin Martini for himself and a Gin and tonic for me. Very James Bond like, I thought. He placed his hand on my knee and stroked it slightly. I watched his hand and I let him stroke me. I turned to the barman to take my drink and watched him as he watched Richard’s hand snake its way up my thigh. “Thank you,” I said, to the barman. He nodded and after tearing his eyes away from my thigh left to attend another customer. I smiled at Richard. Richard leant back on his chair and picked up his drink. He took a sip, rolled his tongue over his lips and placed the drink back on the bar. “I want you to do something for me,” he said. “Anything,” I replied. “I want you to remove your knickers and give them to me,” he said. I started to get off the chair but immediately Richard leant forward to stop me. “I need to go to the ladies to remove them?” I questioned. “No you don’t,” he replied, “do it here, right now, on that chair.” His voice sounded masterful, every word deliberate, he spelt it out for me in no uncertain terms. I pursed my lips, a sign that I was not happy with the request, but inside my heart was pounding. I looked around the room in my vicinity. Behind Richard was a man facing the bar and paying no real attention to us. Behind me was a woman chatting to two of her ... friends. To my left and diagonally across the room was an elderly man sitting in a leather chair facing me. As far as I could tell he already had a good view up my dress from where he was sitting. “Right now?” I asked. Richard nodded as he leant back in his chair and lifted his glass to his lips. I lifted my bum of my right cheek off the chair, pulled my dress up slightly and hooked my finger into my g-string. I was fortunate that I was wearing a g-string, anything else would have been awkward to get off while sitting. I pulled at it and it slid down my upper thigh. I repeated the manoeuvre with my left cheek. This was a little more tricky as the guy in the chair was watching me. He saw me lift my dress, and I saw his mouth drop open when he realised he was looking at a stocking clad thigh. I winked at him, mischievously. With both strings around the top of my thighs, I lifted my bum slightly off the chair and pulled the g-string forward. I used my right hand to move it down my thigh, over my knees. Then what, I thought. How do I bend and retrieve it from my heels. I thought my solution was rather innovative. I let the g-string slide to my heels and lifted my leg in the air. With my knickers dangling on my shoe, I lifted my leg until I presented them, blatantly, to Richard. If it’s one thing your eyes can’t avoid, it’s red knickers being waved on a black shoe in the middle of a posh bar. Everyone around me saw it. He picked them off my heels and pocketed them before taking another ...