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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 4� 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...