Paula Bradshaw Exhibitionist Ch08

Paula Bradshaw Exhibitionist Ch08 [part 8 of 20]
By: topcattopone (topcattopone@yahoo.co.uk)

The invitation had arrived out of the blue, there was to be a party in a night-club in Liverpool and we were invited. We would stay with Dinah and Jim It was to be held in November. We were to make sure that we kept the date free, or more to the point, book the date, plus the night before. If we knew any like minded couples, who might like to join us, could we discuss it, as they would be welcome although sadly accommodation could not be provided for them. It was to be an exhibitionist's party - couples only and the men had to play their part.

In the meantime, the eight of us decided that we would have our own party in a suitable place locally. This was really an idea drummed up by the men. They booked large table in the downstairs room of a small local restaurant. There would be a prize or gift for the lady who was judged to be "the most fun" during the evening. What did they mean by fun? all we could get out of them was "use your imagination and come up with some ideas" The "girls" met to discuss ideas bearing in mind that to some extent we were competing with each other. It became clear that a starting point would be mode of dress. So we each had our own germs of ideas from then on. We had about a fortnight to prepare and plan. I sneaked into the restaurant and took a peek at the room, whilst not a private room it became clear that with a big circular table for eight (I found out from the Head Waiter that much about the booking,) there would not be room for many other tables downstairs, if at all. I decided that I was going to go all out to win the prize or gift if I could.

The night of the dinner came, it was a Saturday and as we arrived by taxi, the main room was very busy. We went down stairs and found the room looking fabulous. Our table was right in the centre and there was not another in the room at all. A steep narrow staircase led from the upper room to this one, it was great. I had indeed pulled out all the stops dress wise and was wearing (almost) the lacy wrap over dress Dave had bought for me after seeing Cas's one from Corfu. Mine as you may recall hardly wrapped over at all was held together be a sash belt and a dab of Velcro. it had a scalloped skirt which swept away from the wrap over in two elliptical edges, exposing the front of the thighs. it only just met in time to cover the pubes, the neckline for want of a better word, started to cleave below the belly button and carried on doing so up to the neck, although it was not very wide even at the top. Under each arm there was a split which went from armpit to hip where the material was caught together before the split carried on down to the hem. The hem was cut asymmetrically from front to back with the back being the longer. At the back it came to just behind my knees. The material was a very fine lace and the colour was a very pale green. Oh! I should mention that there were no buttons on it, just the tie sash which was assisted by the small dab of Velcro. I had a short silk evening coat which, while it covered me it was only the same length as my dress was at the front. This was a surprise gift from Dave that day, as a "prize for being with me". - I do love him.

The next to arrive were Sarah and Bill, Sarah was done up as a naughty schoolgirl, a very naughty schoolgirl by the look of her, I am sure that school skirts were never as short when I went to school. Her blouse was done up all wrong with big gaps in the front, she had freckles and her luxuriant long brown hair in pigtails all topped off with a battered straw hat. Stewart arrived with Cas wearing the panelled dress that she wore at the Cricket Club; she had kept it for dry cleaning after that event. But what a transformation! Ever the seamstress, she had cut the skirt high at front - very high, as she came down the steep stairs you could see everything and I mean everything! As she got to the bottom, we said she looked fabulous "and look here" she said, raising her arms and doing a twirl, the material moving round her hips in a very provocative and sexy way, "at the back" She had now got "builder's bum" with a considerable amount of cleavage on show. Trudy and Jim made their way down the stairs with Trudy being helped to make it on the highest of heels. She was dressed as a tart with a black zip fronted micro mini and a red see-through blouse and ankle chain. That was all, she didn't have a coat, in fact Joe had stopped the taxi up the road a bit and walked her though the well lit shopping centre and into the crowded restaurant. She was wetting herself with the excitement and couldn't stop talking about it. The men were eyeing up the ladies and mentally awarding us points for appearance.

We started with a drink or two to get us in the mood and the first course arrived. It turned out to be rude food night, with every course purporting to look like genitalia etc. The waiters having seen how the women were dressed, kept an eye on us all the time. Before the sweet course arrived, Dave said "I wonder how the ladies will entertain us this evening, I wonder in any of them would like to give us a little dance. "I will" I said and sashayed around the table giving every opportunity for the openings in my dress to play their part. The was no music so I had to hum to accompany myself. I sat down to a around of applause Cas got up and said "I will dance for you as well" and climbed on to the table top. She did a simulated Flamenco but without stamping too much (I think she was afraid of going through the table). As I have said, she had shortened the front of the skirt, (it must have been a terrible job matching all those gauze panels) You could see her pubes without her lifting and twirling her skirt, she was in full flow when a couple came down the stairs! It seems that the only way to the toilets was down the stairs and through the room in which we were! This was going to make the entertainment very interesting! Cas got off the table all blushes as the couple passed through. "That was a little diversion we forgot to tell you about," said Joe with a snigger. "Well then who is next?" Just then the sweet arrived, a banana split with a difference made to look like the act of copulation, Trudy picked up her banana and began sliding it in and out of her mouth in a very graphic manner, she was in the process of visiting each of the men in turn when I saw Sarah whisper something to the waiter, just then two more men came down the stairs, the word had obviously got about upstairs, Trudy didn't realise this as she was still working the banana at the same time as rubbing Bill's face in her cleavage! Joe said "You must carry on now you've started" and so she did, with possibly even more vigour, in fact a button had come undone on her blouse, and although it was see-through, the sight of a nipple breaking free of it's so called cover was erotic. Also somehow, the zip on her skirt was getting higher possibly helped by the men. the two other customers who had visited the toilet were taking a long time to pass through the room, and Trudy, playing the part all the way went up to them with her hand on her hip, her legs spread, breast hanging out, shaking her hips from side to side, said "keep looking boys you'll never afford to touch it! With a roar of approval from our table they fled upstairs.

In the meantime, the waiter had brought a strawberry gateau and placed it on the table as additional afters. Now it was Sarah's turn to do something. and she started to climb on the table, but did it in a most inelegant way, typical of a schoolgirl. In doing so she accidentally put her hand in the ice cream and raspberry sauce left from Joe's banana split. "OOh! look at me" she said with a lisp, "the head always says that I am clumsy" as she wiped her hands on her skirt, "Do you know I was in the school field the other day", twisting her skirt round her hand shyly, which meant it rolled up around her waist, A woman started to come down the stairs saw what was happening and turned back. "Anyway as I was saying," said Sarah, her skirt now completely rolled up into the waistband, "I was in the school field the other day playing marbles, like this "and she stooped down on her haunches, "when some nasty girls from 3A pushed me over like this", and she sat down with a thump straight into the gateau! The cream shot all over her legs and her pubic area was totally covered in red sauce and strawberries; her bum was embedded in four inches of cream and cake. "so I picked up some mud and threw it at them". Then a handful of gateau hit Trudy, Cas and me! Trudy got it in the breasts, Cas and I got it in our faces. The men loved it. Cas's bum cleavage was a tremendous temptation so I scooped up a handful and pulling her dress out at the back, plunged my hand loaded with gateau right down into her bum and with my finger, beyond. Trudy and Sarah had their own little fight with blouses getting pulled open and breasts covered, Whilst Cas got me with one right up the front of my skirt. Sarah as the instigator got laid on the table and anything in the food line including salt and pepper was poured all over her and rubbed in her hair, which was matted with cake cream , ice cream, black coffee and of course strawberry gateau. We all looked a sight. It was as that point that the Head Waiter arrived and asked us to pay up and leave. We cleaned up as best we could in the ladies, whilst the men sorted out the bill. They left a very hefty tip and "Le Patron" was all smiles after all and said perhaps he had been a little hasty in asking us to leave, after all there was no damage, only a bit of mess to clean up. Dave said "we can come back then" a slight tilt of the head was the only response. Well, we said as went up the stairs, who's won the "best fun" competition, "jury's still out" was the reply.

The men decided that we wouldn't call cabs, we would walk to the rank. This was through the shopping centre which was still lit by shop windows. We must have made an odd picture four couples of which the men were in dinner jackets and the women were very scantily clad and looking (correctly) as though they had been in a food fight. Sarah had taken her pigtails out and tried to wash her hair in the small wash basin at the restaurant, but it wasn't big enough so there she was, in a mucky school blouse and skirt and nothing else with her almost waist length hair containing the remains of dinner. She did have a small school Macintosh with her but Bill would not let her put it on. Trudy did not have a coat anyway so her red see-through blouse also had remnants of gateau on and in it, but nothing hid the breasts beneath, also the zip front on her micro skirt had become clogged and was stuck halfway. Cas's dress had escaped the worst of it, at least the front had, but the back where I had helped with a handful so to speak, was red with sauce. the weight of the dampness caused the free flowing material to sag a bit, exposing even more bum cleavage, this in turn tended to lift the front of the skirt which was too short anyway. She had wiped her face on a towel and smudged her make up but otherwise was OK. I had lost my tie belt sash (I found it the next day, - in Dave's pocket) so was relying only on a half-inch dab of Velcro to hold the front of my dress together. The fine lace of the dress had bits of food embedded in it, and Dave said "you can't wear your new coat over that, you'll ruin the lining, and anyway you can't be the only one wearing a coat". We walked through the centre, the very brightly lit centre and as we were with the men, didn't feel threatened, so began to enjoy it.

We started to lark about swaggering and swaying and playing up to the men. We girls then formed into a line abreast (sorry about the pun) and walked proudly side by side. I put my hand down the back of Cas's dress and felt her bum, she lifted my skirt and did the same to me, and soon we were all walking along the deserted mall with another's hand "up yer bum". We broke up at the taxi rank and went our separate ways, arranging to meet on Saturday at a country pub for the verdict of who was "little miss fun".

In fact it wasn't quite a pub in which we were to meet, more a country hotel, alongside the river in it's own grounds. As we were having tea, I pondered allowed on what to wear. Dave said "I have a suggestion, or more a request really, that you wear number one tonight". I said "but you don't what is number one on the rail" "No" he said, "I don't, but I still want you to wear it". I smiled, this could be very exciting, an absolute shot in the dark, I had never chosen number one and I suppose I would be unlikely to, tending to miss the first and last numbers when making a selection. "OK" I said, "I will". The time came to get ready, and the phone rang, it was Cas, "what are you wearing tonight" she said. "number one" I said "whatever that is" "Oh, I see it's dress roulette again is it? I can see I shall have to reconsider". "We are not in competition" I said. "No, it's not like that I just want to keep you company" she replied, "see you later".

The doors of the wardrobe swung open, number one sat there on it's hanger, it wasn't even a dress! It was my new silk evening coat, the very short silk evening coat. Dave came up behind me and said "I'm looking forward to this evening, especially now" I turned to him and said accusingly, "You knew, didn't you?" He raised both hands in the air and said "Honestly Paula, I did not". I didn't know whether to believe him or not, but I wouldn't go back on my word, I had got too much of the taste for going out inadequately dressed in public. I thought, "if I'm going out with just a coat on, then it has to be high heels and an ankle chain". I considered going bare legged, but Dave said he wanted to see the flash of stocking top as I walked. He saw more than that, the coat didn't even reach the stocking tops! I had never considered it too much before, but the coat, being single breasted, was fastened by a lone button! I paraded for Dave, and blew out a gasp, "You look great sweetheart, and never forget that I love you, even if everyone can see your quim" "Not when I'm standing, surely" "not quite" he said, "I think I have to find you a high bar stool to sit tonight".

We arrived at the hotel, "not too much drinking for us tonight, as we're driving" said Stewart. "OK what about a quick one then a walk round the grounds, perhaps along the river and then back here for the other half?" offered Joe. All agreed then. Following our telephone conversation, I was curious to see what Cas was wearing. She had on a onion skin thick very tight white tee shirt, this followed the smallest contour of her body and exposed all her features, you could even feel the outline of a mole she had on her back, she had a floral skirt, mid calf length, split to the upper thigh in two places. As she took a pace, her leg appeared from behind the fabric in a sexy way. Sarah wore a long dress with an ethnic pattern, round neck, cap sleeves and buttoned through. Trudy was all in white in a full white knee length skirt, with a button and zip fastening at the side, together with a nice white blouse through which your see -Horrors! - a Bra! She came in for a lot of stick for wearing a bra I can tell you, not just from the men either. After an initial drink (for which we stood around in group) we decided to make the best of the failing light and go for a stroll. The hotel had made a circular walk, along the river bank for about a quarter of a mile and up a slight bank and back along through a wooded section. As we set off, my high heels were a nuisance on the gravel, so I took off my shoes and stockings and walked on the soft grass alongside. Trudy was still getting grief for the fact she was wearing a bra, in the end she said "perhaps I should take it off then" All agreed, so she undid and took off her blouse and was about to reach behind to undo the clasp of her bra when Joe said, "hang on a minute, Keep your bra on - just leave off your blouse". We all saw why, her bra was very skimpy and had tiny cups which had no seams and were completely transparent! "OK but I'm not going back in the pub like this" "Oh we'll think of something said Bill, as he almost absent mindedly undid a button or two on Sarah's dress.

As we walked, we discussed the restaurant, "I had told the manager it might get a bit frisky" said Dave, "so it didn't come as too much of a surprise to him". I said "I bet it came as pleasant surprise to his bank manager". "What do we want to do next and by the way, WHO WON THE BLOODY COMPETITION???" said Sarah. "This is as good a time to tell you," said Stewart, "Ladies why don't you sit on this bank while we tell you something" The four men lined up in front of us and started to sing! Real harmony too, it was lovely. The sentiment of the song was great too if not totally appropriate, it was "You are sunshine of my life". They then knelt down in front of us and produced four identical necklaces, each with an emerald surrounded by tiny diamonds. "You're all winners we wouldn't and couldn't separate you; we all have a deep affection for each one of you". said Stewart, who was obviously spokesman. We all stood up, all four women in tears and hugged and kissed each of the men in turn and then each other.

We strolled along with our respective partners, until we reached the point where the path turned up the bank, it was quite steep and after all the rain we had had recently quite slippery, it was quite impossible to get up the bank with any semblance of dignity and this provoked considerable laughter. "OK girls" said Joe "there's no one about lets have you all in the nude for the walk back through the woods". We compromised, I undid my coat, Sarah undid her dress, Trudy carried her skirt, but kept on her bra and Cas, took off her skirt and gave it to Joe to carry. He moaned a bit when Trudy gave him hers too, but he was told that as it was his suggestion, he should carry the clothes. On an impulse, I slipped off my coat and slung it over his shoulder and said "come on Sarah, load the packhorse", which naturally enough she did. Suddenly, there were four almost naked women in the woods. The path was well defined but a bit twisty. Dave had gone on a few steps ahead as advance guard, and he re-appeared and said "there's a man coming!" No time to dress as Joe was also in front of us, so we quickly found places to hide in the quite thick bushes and trees. We saw the man give Joe a very funny look seeing him in the woods carrying a load of women's clothing. When he had gone we came back out onto the path and set off after Joe and Dave, Stewart was still with us, but we couldn't find them! "They must have put a spurt on" said Trudy. "or they've hidden" offered Sarah. What to do? Should we press on hoping to catch them up, or if we do that will we be leaving them behind? The ridiculousness of the situation amused us, in truth none of us was afraid of being seen in the nude, but we didn't want to shock any old people or children. But It was getting darkish so the chances of seeing anyone like that were getting more and more remote. So we started to giggle and finally Sarah said "Oh to hell with it, let's carry on and hope we catch them up". So we did, or more to the point we didn't, catch them up that is, for they appeared behind us after a few yards. Joe claimed have got mixed up and lost his way. He also got the clothes mixed up, giving Sarah who is taller than me, my coat, which was far too short for her. He gave me Trudy's skirt, Trudy, Sarah's dress and he claimed to have lost Cas's skirt altogether. Just to humour him, we wore what he gave us until we reached the car park, when miraculously, Cas's skirt reappeared and we all regained our correct clothing. I put back on my stockings and shoes, although my feet were quite mucky now and we all went into the hotel for a farewell drink.

We went into the lounge area, and far from sitting on high bar stools, we sat on a low sofa which meant that my coat would not stay in place and Cas's split skirt kept opening. Joe had insisted that Trudy should not put her blouse back on properly but merely drape it round her shoulders. Sarah therefore had to have a high proportion of her dress undone. The men sat round us on chairs in a semi-circle, partly to shield us from the other customers, but more likely to enjoy the view. Then Joe and Trudy said that they had an idea for a little event in which we might be interested, a themed fancy dress picnic at their place. "What sort of themed fancy dress?" was a question on all our lips. "Wear a household item" was the suggestion and it was to be a Sunday afternoon in two weeks if the weather improved. So we parted that night to think of ideas. On the way home, I said to Dave, "you know we thought of inviting that lot up to Dinah and Jim's party, what do you think about giving it a try to see if they would like to come down to this one?" "The same thought occurred to me" he said "and it would be a chance to see how they get on with the others before we mention Liverpool"