Edinburgh Bank Night Out
I used to work in a bank in Morningside Edinburgh (before
they closed it)and all the staff were really looking forward
to our christmas party at the local Braids hotel.I was the
only 34ish year old , married with 2 kids woman in the branch,
all the other girls were 20ish, and when they all talked
about what they were wearing I thought I haven't got that,
so went out to spice up my outfit. I bought a shortish skirt(
about 20inches), slightly transparent blouse with matching
bra. I could'nt find the hold up stockings all the girls
were talking about, so bought a new black pair of normal
ones.Saturday night came and I got dressed up and put on
my stockings which only came halfway up my upper legs , and
with a shortish skirt on made me feel very self-concious
that everybody would see them. I kissed my 2 boys and husband
goodbye and left, thinking he has not a clue of what I am wearing.
I got in my taxi for the short drive down the road thinking
of what an unhappy marrage I had because he never showed
me any attention and treated me like shit.I never knew why
not because I looked after myself, had a good figure , liked
sex (he never) and I think I could do anything I wanted because
he never questioned me about anything. The taxi arrived at the hotel in about 5 minutes (which was
no supprise as I only lived up the road in Buckstone)to which
the taxi driver turning around and asking for his fare with
a big smile on his face and asking if it was a party etc, etc.I
rumaged around in my bag for my purse to which the driver
saying no hurry dear(which I found strange as his meter
was turned off) found my money and leaned forward to pay
him. As I looked at him and to make eye contact and say thanks
he was looking somewhere else, down at my legs to be exact.
As we were driving down the road and I was thinking of my sad
marrage, me skirt had only ridden up a little bit but my stockings
and suspender straps were on full view. I pulled my skirt
down , handed him the money and as I was getting out he asked
me if I wanted him to come back at closing time for me, to which
I said no. Cheeky old bastard I thought, but at least he noticed
I was waring them , more than my husband did. I went in and
met my work mates and we all had a few drinks and sat down for
the meal and as I was looking around there was about 250 people
there all from different work places but didn't see anybody
I knew. As we were eating and drinking I thought about the
taxi ride and looked down at my skirt , bloody thing was up
again, I'll have to be really carefull tonight I thought.
Meal time over, lots more to drink then the tables were all
put into the sides and re-arranged as to clear room for the
disco. A table was next to us which was full of men, one of which I
half knew, who managed a local post-office.More drinks
and more drinks were drank and by about midnight everybody
was well pissed with about 1 hour to go everybody was up dancing
and a few of the guys at the next table had asked me up to dance
3 or 4 times each. They kept looking over , talking to me,
talking to each other and looking over at me and all the time
I kept checking this skirt was o.k. The guy I half knew (and
I quite fancied)had me up to dance lots and there was plenty
of flirting going on by the end of the night.With about 15
minutes to go the nice guy I knew was getting lots of encouragement
from his palls who were looking over at me and shoving him
up. Well he never needed that sort of encouragement before,
but he got up and asked me to dance. Half way through the record
there was lots of flirting and we were carring on, assing
around. Next thing I knew he had picked me up, turned me around
so my back was towards his table of palls. Now as he had picked
me up he had put his arms & hands under my bum so when he let
me down my skirt slid right up to my waist to a massive cheer
from his table of about 12 palls. I was so pissed I just laughed
and pulled it down and carried on dancing. He later told
me they were all discussing whether I was wareing stockings
or not so as he got on with me better , he was nominated to do
the exposing. As everybody got ready to go my workmates agreed as I only
lived up the road, they would just go on , so they left me to
get a taxi or walk. As I was in the reception area of the hotel,
trying to phone a taxi home the guy I half knew came up to me
and started chatting. He said sorry for what he had done
earlier but I just laughed it off and phoned the taxi firm
again as I knew I was well drunk. He asked if I wanted another
drink to which I said I wish because the bar was closed, he
said no problem because 4 of the lads were staying in the
hotel overnight and had a mini-bar in their room. I said
I better not, but he was insistant. I thought about it as
I phoned again, and as I put the phone down, he asked me again.
I said o.k. just for one, and as I went along to the room I staggered
a bit and nearly fell over, but was helped along by the guy.
We got to the room and the 5 guys were a bit over the top, singigng
and dancing around and I had to pour myself a drink. They
all calmed down a bit and started talking away, asking me
my name, whare I came from , was I married etc. One of the guys
commented on how if I was his wife he would'nt let his wife
out like that. I said what(a bit miffed) He said that, and
pointed to my stockings. I said whats wrong with them ' I
thought guys liked them and pulled my skirt up a little tp
show them off a bit better. We do said one of the guys and ran
his hand over them. Fuck off I said laughing a little to which
they said I was loving it.I was loving the attention but
was not going to tell them that, and I was now starting to
get a bit worried about my situation.They poured me another
drink and started chatting more, the subject turning to
sex more and more. I just told them straight, I was married
and there was no way I was having sex with any of them and if
thats what they are looking for then I'm off. No, no, no ,
said one of them, you are gorgeous to look at and thats why
we invited you up, just to see & look at you. Well I was quite
flattered, I told them and you can look all you want ( I said,
like a stupid housewife). More drink flowed and as it did
they were asking to see my stockings, I said you've seen
them already, when I was on the dance floor. A couple of them
said they never saw, that's not fair. They all sat down facing
me saying, come on Mags, give us a flash, and continued doing
this for about 10 minutes untill I said all right. I stood
up facing them and slowly started sliding my skirt up untill
it was at my stocking tops. Higher I heard one of them say,
no I said. Higher one of them said and went to pull it up higher.
I said fuck off because all of you promised no toutching.
All the other guys spoke to the one guy, promised there would
be no more toutching and asked me to carry on. I did it again,
slowly raising my skirt right up this time to around my waist
and gave them a twirll before pulling it back down again.
More drink was piled into me then they asked to see my fanny.
I thought I was back at school again and 14.Thats the sort
of things school boys ask to see. Please , they asked and
went on & ON AGAIN. I slowly lifted my skirt and this time
pulled my pants to one side, exposing my bush to a cheer from
the boys and let it fall.They all chatted away again with
more drink and I was feeling out of it beeing so drunk. They
then dared me to remove my pants and give them a flash. Well
all the attention I was getting made me feel great but I was
still worried about toutching. I then did it.Sitting down,
I removed my pants, stood up and lifted my skirt, turned
around and sat down. 5 minutes later they were still not
satisfied. What the hell do you want me to do now. They said
the same as the last time but with a difference. What I asked.When
your back is to us, we want you to bent over slowly and put
your hands on the floor.I knew they would see everything
if I did that but after some egging on and saying how good
they were to me, I decided to do it. As I turned my back to them
with my skirt around my waist I felt for some reason, really
excited as I could just about feel their breath on my backside
as they were only about 3 feet away.I bent over slowly and
rested my hands on the floor. Stay a bit longer like that
one said, look at the size of her fanny lips one said. I was
enjoying this I thought. One of them stuck two(IT FELT LIKE)of
his fingers up my fanny to which I got up, said fuck off , grabed
my coat and handbag and went to the door.Sorry Mags, one
of them shouted but I just left, went outside and caught
a taxi within about 2 minutes as it had been about a hour and
a half since the party had finished and the streets were
quieter. The taxi took me home within a few minutes to which
I think I had passed out with drink on the back seat. Next
thing I knew was the taxi driver in the back with me , outside
my house, trying to wake me up and get his fare. I rummaged
in my bag, gave him his money and as he tried to help me out
of his cab , said to me It must have been a great night. Why
do you say that I giggled. He glanced down at my waist and
as I followed his glare I saw my skirt had ridden up around
my waist and my fanny was in full exposure to him. For some
reason I stopped, thinking I must have left my knickers
in the boys room, came to terms with it then proceeded to
get out the taxi. He must have had a bloody good look. I went
in to a husband snoring away thinking I could have shagged
the lot of them and he would have been none the wiser.
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