The Philbeach Hotel

The Philbeach Hotel.


About two years ago, I met a married couple in a chat room on the Internet. They had recently begun swinging, and were looking to spice up their sex-lives.


Kay was a tall, sexy and very beautiful woman in her early thirties, whilst her hubby Ssa was a fit bloke in his early forties, who was good looking, if a little short… they were both bisexual.


After chatting with them for a while, I confessed that I enjoyed being dominated and ordered about by my sex-partners, and made to do outrageous things!


Kay immediately took the opportunity to explore some possibilities. She asked me if I would be prepared to meet them for lunch, in public, in a busy local pub, but with certain conditions attached. I agreed at once, without asking her conditions. She told me that both she and Ssa were pleased by my willingness, and explained her terms to me.


"I want you to come to the pub wearing a baggy track suit. Under it, you must wear nothing but a negligee, French knickers and hold up stockings. Oh, and wear high heels on your feet! Do you accept?" I was stunned, but I agreed, my dick already hardening!


"If we get on well, are you willing to stay with us until tomorrow morning? I have a plan beginning to form, and I think we’ll all enjoy ourselves if we go through with it."


"Sure… you’re getting me horny just thinking about it!"


"Oh, and shave off all of your body hair before we meet too."


"All of it?"


"Yeah, legs, chest, pubes… even your armpits!"


"Okay!"


With only three hours until we met, I immediately jumped into the bath. I washed thoroughly, and then shaved off all of the hair beneath my scalp, making sure to shave closely and to leave my body totally smooth!


Pulling my loosest track-suit on, with nothing underneath it, I rushed out of my front door and headed for my local department store. As soon as I entered the store, I headed straight to the lady’s lingerie department. I felt a little panicky, and quite embarrassed, but instead of feeling humiliated, I felt exhilarated, excited… and very horny! I approached the most experienced looking sales lady, and asked for her help.


"Can I ask you your name please, Miss? I need to buy a sexy negligee, some French knickers and a pair of lacy hold up stockings… er… in my size!"


"My name’s Lucy, Sir. I’ll be very happy to help you choose your undies! What’s your name, Sir?"


"My name’s Phil, and thanks you in advance for your kind help!"


Without so much as a sideways glance, the assistant helped me choose the items. Before paying though, she made a suggestion that I couldn’t resist.


"Would you like a nice sexy basque to go with that? It’ll pull your waist in and give you more feminine curves."


"Great idea!" Once I’d paid, I went back to the assistant with a request. "I’d like to wear it all now. Will you help me to put the basque on?"


"I’ll help you with the lot. It’ll be my pleasure."


"Can you help me find some shoes too? I want some really high heel stilettos. If possible, I’d like to get some leather ankle boots!"


"Our store won’t stock your size, but I can take a half-hour break… and I think I know the perfect place!

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