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I was just finishing up a class in Washington, DC. It ended at noon on Friday. Steph came to DC on Thursday afternoon for some much needed R&R for both of us. Our flight out was on Sunday, so we had a little time for ourselves. Thursday night was spent catching up and cuddling because I knew that class time would come early on Friday. As I sat in class on Friday morning, I was picturing Steph back at the hotel and wished I was there, too. Finally it was noon and the walk back to the hotel only took about ten minutes and I knew that she would be waiting. We were staying at a hotel near the Watergate and there was a lot to do within walking distance. George Washington University is the main attraction and there are a variety of restaurants and bars for food and entertainment. This worked well since we had been taking the Metro and trains and didn’t have a car. By the time we got away from the hotel it was about one in the afternoon. It was still a little early for rush hour or dinner so we looked for a place where we could get a drink. It was summer in DC and it was hot and humid. Steph was wearing a very sheer light yellow sundress with a few buttons up the front. It was very short and very low cut and was loose fitting. Whenever she bent slightly there was a gap at the sides that offered a wonderful view of her breasts. She had chosen, with my encouragement, to leave her bra and panties at the hotel so all she wore was this very revealing dress. I was surprised that she’d agreed to go out on the town wearing istanbul travesti only one piece of clothing. She looked very sexy and I knew that was how she was feeling. I told her how great she looked and complimented her on her choice and bravery. She pressed up against me and said, “I am your slut today.” I loved it! When she dressed like this she knew the effect it had on others and she knew that it made me absolutely crazy. I know how much she loves it, too. We have enjoyed many very erotic times at nude beaches so I knew she was comfortable wearing very little or nothing. And I love it when people know that this very sexy woman is with me. We found a bar on a side street that opened onto the sidewalk. It had tables outside and the door was propped open and we stopped and looked at the bar menu. We weren’t ready to eat but thought that getting a cold beer sounded really good. As we stood outside I looked at Steph and noticed that, with the sun behind her, the dress was almost transparent! You were able to see her breasts and nipples and could easily tell that the dress was all she was wearing. When we went inside, the only people there were two guys sitting at the bar and the male bartender. They were middle-aged and seemed to be doing what we were doing… getting an early start on the weekend. They had already noticed Steph outside and I am sure they had been hoping that we would come in. There were some high bar tables and stools across from the bar so we decided to sit there. The men had istanbul travestileri noticed us, or rather Steph, when we walked in. Now they were all paying attention to see how she would get up on the bar stool without giving them a show. She didn’t disappoint! At the bar I ordered two beers and the bartender brought them to us in tall frosted glasses. As we sat I noticed that Steph was obviously the center of attention and the guys were having a hard time not turning around and being very obvious in their appreciation of her. Fortunately for them, and for us, the mirror behind the bar gave all of us a great view of Steph. The bar stools had a lower foot rest and another higher up on the stool. After a while I suggested that she put one foot on the higher foot rest and she thought that would be a good idea. We both knew that when she did that, her dress would slide along her thigh and, with her legs spread, would give a wonderful view of her pussy to the guys at the bar. I was amazed that she agreed to show off like this, but she had told me that she was my slut today. She raised her leg, her dress slid towards her waist and her pussy was visible to everyone! I was loving the reaction she was getting. There was one slight issue. When she’d raised her leg, her knee had hit the underside of the table and knocked her glass to the floor where it shattered. I apologized and told the bartender that I would clean it up but he said not to worry that he would get it. He came to clean it up. Steph hadn’t travesti istanbul moved and, as he bent down in front of her to pick up the glass, he glanced up and then openly stared at her open legs and pussy. Maybe Steph felt like she owed it to him for breaking his glass. I was getting really turned on that the bartender had his face less than three feet from Steph’s very visible pussy. Of course, the guys at the bar noticed, too. The bartender insisted on bringing us refills and we felt like this afternoon and evening had some real possibilities. After we finished our beers, Steph got down from her barstool, again with an audience, and walked through a back room to use the restroom. The bartender asked if we wanted a refill and I told him that we would be leaving. He said, “It’s still early and the beer is on the house.” I was thanking him when Steph walked back to the table. I told her about his offer and she said that there was a pool table in the back room and we should stay for a game or two. I knew that Steph wanted to keep playing our games – she’d unbuttoned two of the top buttons on her dress. I turned to the bartender and told him we would take him up on his offer. I could tell that he and the guys at the bar were thrilled that our afternoon delight wasn’t ending yet. Steph racked the pool balls and I told her I noticed she’d undone a couple of buttons. With a mischievous smile she said, “I wanted to be comfortable and to be sure you could see me. And for every game that you win, I will unbutton another button!” About then the bartender brought two beers and set them on the bar table. I was surprised he didn’t spill them as he watched her bend over and take the first shot. With the two buttons undone there was a wonderful view of her breasts from any angle.
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