First daytime meet

I was so excited, my hands were shaking and my body quivering with anticipation. I had agreed to my first daytime meet, having only previously met in the dark of night. What should I wear and what would happen if I’m seen by someone who knows me? Questions, trepidation but, most of all, sheer excitement.

Well, I am just a tart really, so why not dress like one. I select black lingerie, surely that can’t fail me. I so want to look sexy for the meet as I want to be touched and felt. Firstly I select a black satin suspender belt and fasten it around my waist. I then unroll my black stockings onto my legs each one sending a trigger of excitement through my body as I cover my manly legs. Then it’s the, always difficult, job of attaching the suspenders clips, made all the more difficult by my trembling fingers. I finally succeed and stand, my legs look and feel so good in the sensual nylon. I adjust the suspenders clips and feel so sexy. Next I pull on a pair of black, silk fronted, Brazilian panties, which feel great on, even though they barely hide my manliness, they make my ass look good, though, as I admire myself in the mirror. I then slip on a tiny black satin camisole top, no bra as I want my nipples to be accessible.

Well, that’s the lingerie sorted, shall I wear a skirt? I decide to wear the smallest skirt I have, black, tight fitting over my bottom but frilly and totally unconfining where it matters most. I’m ready to go and I pull on a pair of tracky bottoms and sweatshirt. Don’t want to be outed if I have to get out of the car on my way to the meet. I feel so naughty but oh so excited (to be continued) ....