Her long wool trench coat didn’t seem warm enough. It was unusually cold for November in this part of the country, and she tried hard not to concentrate on her rock-hard nipples rubbing on the inside of the coat.
Her corset wasn’t keeping her midriff warm either, and it was tight enough that she was having trouble breathing in the cold air. Her boots clapped briskly on the sidewalk, and the sound echoed off the buildings’ walls in the narrow alleyway.
Turning the corner, she stepped up onto the sidewalk. The restaurant was only a few steps away, and she rushed to open the door. A sheet of warm air heavy with the smell of cooking gourmet food hit her, and she took a deep breath.
The attractive hostess smiled, “Cold out there, huh?”
“Phew, I’ll say,” she stepped up to the podium. “I’m meeting someone…”
She looked around the corner, searching. Most tables were occupied by couples, and it was pretty loud. At least there wasn’t any annoying music playing.
She spotted him in the corner. “There he is,” and pointed to him.
She didn’t wait for an answer from the hostess and was pretty sure she asked if she could take her coat.
He saw her and smiled while he stood up, “I’m glad you made it.”
Still trying to steady herself, she kissed him on the cheek. “Just what have you gotten me into?” she whispered into his ear.
She began to sit, and he interrupted, “Ahem.” He pointed at her coat. Her eyes went wide.
In a hushed tone, she shot, “Are you crazy?”
“Just do it.”
She looked around the room wide-eyed. There had to be a hundred people in this place. She took a deep breath, fully aware that this was her idea, and he held her to it. A week ago, she had come to him with an idea that scared her to death but turned her on so much that she recruited him for it.
So she removed her jacket, revealing a dress centered around a black bone corset. Her heavy braless breasts were covered by a thin maroon fabric that continued out the bottom of the corset to form a flowing skirt that fell just below her knee. Her knee-high boots of black leather covered her lower legs, and her black choker was the same material as her corset.
A number of the patrons near them definitely noticed her striking outfit. She sat quickly to avoid drawing too much attention to herself.
“It looks even better than you described,” he said with a smile.
She smiled and nodded, knowing how good she looked. She didn’t trust herself to speak then, so she reached for the wine menu and pretended to look through it.
Their twenty-something waiter appeared out of nowhere and introduced himself. They both noticed him staring at her top while taking their drink orders.
When he left, she leaned close and whispered, “Well, he didn’t even try to be discreet.”
He smiled and looked down at her chest, “You might as well be topless with all that shirt is doing to hide your chest.”
She looked down and realized the paper-thin fabric didn’t hide her nipples that were still hard from the cold.
“Don’t,” he said firmly, “you WANTED this.”
“I know, but in the moment now, I’m wondering if I was foolish. Can, uh, you see right through this?”
“No, not really. Just that your nipples are hard. It’s not a whole lot different than if you were wearing a T-shirt with no bra.” He was maybe a little louder than he had to, and she knew it. “You are excited though, aren’t you?”
She was, and he knew it. She nodded slowly.
The waiter brought their drinks and took orders. He was slightly better about the staring this time, but not much.
“Okay. Without making it obvious, pull on your nipples through your shirt.”
She bit her lip and shook her head in protest.
“And make sure the waiter sees you doing it when he returns,” This time, his voice was stern enough to get her to sit up a little straighter.
She fidgeted with her hands, looking around the room to see if anyone was watching before dropping them in her lap. He watched her with interest as she slowly picked up her hands and grabbed her nipples. She had intended to barely touch them to satisfy his demand, but when her fingertips hit them, a feeling like an electric shock shot through her body. She pinched them hard enough that she took in a sharp breath.
She could see the waiter returning out of the corner of her eye. She looked down at the table and grinned, leaving her hands where they were and looking up at the waiter as he put down her drink.
He noticed but pretended that he wasn’t looking. It’s good that he wasn’t an aspiring actor because he was having a terrible time at it. She looked up at him and smiled, her mouth slightly open while holding on to her nipples. He stuttered something almost inaudibly, and she asked in a sultry voice, “What are the specials today?”.
He swallowed hard and tried to do the spiel he’d recited dozens of other times tonight. She just smiled at him the whole time while not letting go of herself.
“I’m in the mood for meat.”, she said when he was done. “Lots and lots of meat.”
He made a suggestion, and they both ordered. The waiter turned on his heel and practically scurried away.
She looked at her husband with big, pleading eyes.
“You can let go now,” he said quietly.
She put her hands in her lap, and he admired her rock-hard nipples. Anyone looking could easily see them through her top now, but with a quick scan of the room, she could see no one was looking. At least not anyone obvious, anyway.
