Red Suede

I had been excited about going to the party for at least a week. It was a
big one, the last before I graduated, and all my friends were going to be
there. As usual, I "dressed" for the party, wearing things that I would
never wear under normal circumstances.

I wore the red suede mini-skirt, so soft that it practically *invites*
people to touch it, with tempting zippers down the sides. The shirt was the
red, silk almost-but-not-quite see through one, another garment that begged
to be touched. Red suede boots with 4Ó heels added a nice sway to my
walk, unusual since I almost never wear heels. A read sash tied around my
neck (with the knot on the right, of course!) added the finishing touch.

Well, I thought it was the finishing touch. He didn't. He pulled out the
ankle cuffs - simple ones, very esthetic...a strip of red leather, with a
slot in one end cut for the D-ring on the other, and small brass locks to
hold them shut. The red leather matched my skirt and boots, and were set
off nicely by the red stockings. They looked very good, but I was very
surprised. I had worn them before, but never in public, in front of
everyone I knew!

But the cuffs set the tone for the evening, making sure my mind was firmly
set on sex. Should my mind waver to other things, the unusual feel of the
heels, the exposedness of the (short!) miniskirt, and the tap of the locks
against my ankles would quickly remind me to keep alert!

The party went very well. Good friends, good music, good drink, what more
could I ask? But in addition to that, I got *stares*! The cuffs attracted
many of those...it was embarrassing, but that was minor compared to the
excitement the stares generated. I felt so exposed, so sexual, so
vulnerable. Before this, most of my friends didn't even realize "about"
us...and here I was wearing cuffs in public. Now everyone *knew*, and that
thought was almost unbearably exciting.

Of course, my outfit caused stares even once people got used to the cuffs.
I was turning heads, and I loved it! The zippers on the skirt started the
party all the way down (closed), but as the evening wore on, he kept
instructing me to open them up more and more. I was flirting quite heavily
with a number of people, and the reactions I was getting were great.

As my sense of vulnerability and exposure increased, so did my arousal. By
midway through the party, I could hardly concentrate on dancing, and my
underwear was rather wet. (I had the nervous feeling that *everyone* could
tell this, as I was wearing a bright red corset, and the skirt hid little.)
It didn't help much that the clothes actually *did* invite touches, many of
them, from many different people. I was going crazy!

He could tell how frustrated I was, but he wasn't ready to leave yet.
Instead he whispered in my ear how sexy I was, explaining the things he
wanted to do to me, and gave me private touches that I was sure everyone
saw.

I was careful to keep my alcohol consumption low enough so that I wouldn't
be functionally useless for the rest of the night, but I did have enough to
get me tipsy. The drink lowered my inhibitions further, making me flaunt
and flirt even more than I already was. By the time he was ready to leave,
I was so horny it ached. And he knew it!

He continued teasing me as we walked back to the car. It was a beautiful
night (morning, actually, as it was about three when we left.) The recent
rain left a refreshing smell and cool breeze behind. The breeze made my
nipples stand out even more than they had been all evening, which he
noticed; and responded to by grabbing them. I groaned, as he teased and
squeezed my extremely sensitive nipples.

By this time we were about back to the car. Rather than opening the door
for me, though, as he usually does, he led me by my nipples to the back of
the car, and told me to lean against it. Nervous and excited, I complied
(of course.) He faced me, and reached under my shirt and corset top, and
continued teasing my nipples, while licking and biting my neck. I moaned
loudly, and felt myself melt beneath his touch.

The parking lot we were in was basically deserted, being so late at night.
However, we were in plain view of the windows in the dorm, some of which
were lighted. Also, the occasional party-goer passed, returning to his or
her car. My exhibitionist streak was in high gear, as my arousal mounted
breath-takingly.

He instructed me to remove my shirt, which I did, leaving me exposed to the
chill and to whoever might care to glance out their window. He started
sucking and nibbling my nipples, and his hands left my breast, and wandered
beneath my skirt, pushing the wet panties out of the way, and gently
exploring my little cock underneath. Suddenly he removed his hands, and
slid the zipper on one side of my skirt all the way up, removing the skirt
entirely. I gasped, and looked around, panicked, seeing if anyone could see
me standing there just in my corset, silk hose and boots in the parking
lot. Before I could finish my scan, though, he commanded my attention by
simultaneously squeezing my nipple *hard*, and slipping a finger inside my
asshole.

I forgot to worry about who would see me and simply gave in to the
pleasure. By the time he reached down and, with one graceful motion (and
with some help from me) slid down the corset zipper, I was on the verge of
orgasm, and certainly in no position to worry about something like
embarrassment. I was standing in a parking lot in the middle of campus, a
she-male coed stark naked except for red hose, high-heeled boots, the sash
around the neck, and of course, the cuffs, and all I could think about was
getting him inside me!

He obliged. He told me to lean over against the car, with my legs spread.
He opened his own zipper, and thrust hard inside me. I gasped and started
coming almost immediately. I generally orgasm, uh, loudly, and this was no
exception. I could hear my own cries echoing across the parking lot, and I
knew that everyone in the whole area could hear me.

This went on forever. Actually only for about ten minutes, but it felt like
forever. At one point, someone walked by on the street. I have no idea if
he looked over, or heard me...while he was there we stopped thrusting, and
I stifled my noise, but continued to come. Even harder, in fact!

When it was over, we both collapsed against the car for a few minutes,
recovering. It didn't take me long, though, to come to my senses and
realize what we had done, and the fact that I was still stark naked in the
middle of the parking lot. I quickly put my clothes on, and hurriedly got
in the car. But the warm glow stayed with me the whole way home, and to
this day I smile whenever I pass that spot...