Lacy's Night Out
written by:
Alden Bradley

Some weeks ago I was invited to a 50s night rock ‘n' roll party, but I needed and outfit. I went into town and decided on a 3/4 length 50s dress with a flared skirt. It was a light, blush pink, made of a very thin material. It would be see-through if the light hit it just right.

I bought the skirt and went to my favorite lingerie store. I found a white suspender belt, white fishnet stockings, and a tiny, see-through white thong. I could have bought a net under-skirt, but decided not to, smiling as I thought how sexy my hold-ups, stocking and thong would look under the skirt as I twirled. Besides, I like the feeling of a breeze sweeping under my skirt and whispering against my shaved pussy. Just that thought really turned me on.

Returning home I stripped out of my clothes and began to dress in my new purchases. I even put my hair into a 50s-style ponytail and put on makeup. I turned on some fast music and began to dance, twirling and spinning. The skirt rose as I spun, displaying the white underthings I wore. I would be a sexy hit on the dance floor, spinning and whirling to the 50s rock ‘n' roll music.

The night of the dance I took my time getting ready. I painted my nails flame red, put my hair up and began to dress. Sliding into the suspender belt, I sat to pull on the first stocking. I lifted my leg high to make sure the stocking was straight. I attached it to the suspender belt and repeated the actions with the other stocking. I stepped into the wispy thong and check myself in the mirror. My shaved pussy looked hot, barely hidden by the thong, but my pussy lips were very visible.

I don't usually wear a bra. My breasts are firm and my nipples hard most of the time. I slid the dress on, check the image in the mirror, and was pleased with the reflection. For the final touch I slipped on my 4-inch heels. Turning this way and that in front of the mirror, I decided I looked very sexy in this outfit. My pussy twitched and moistened as I considered the evening's possibilities. I smiled to myself. There was no doubt. I had every intention of getting fucked tonight.

When I got to the dance, I was greeted by and old friend who I've known for years. Frank is 50, an ex-paratrooper. He's got a firm, fit body. Frank is a desirable man and a wonderful companion.

Frank bought me a drink and we sat together.

"You look gorgeous, Lacy," he said.

I felt goosebumps rise along my arms and my nipples got harder. I've heard Frank is a bit of a ladies man, and the stories say he's well endowed. If things work out as I hope, tonight might be the night I find out for myself. Frank would be the one, I decided. I couldn't wait to feel his hard cock in my pussy.

He invited me to dance to a couple of slow numbers. He held me tight around the waist. I could feel his considerable bulge pressing into me. Both my arms were wrapped around his shoulders. His hand pressed into the small of my back, pulling me into him as we danced.

Feeling his sizable bulge press into me made my pussy more than moist. I was getting very turned-on by the time the song ended and we returned to our table. The music shifted to faster numbers and we got up to dance again. Frank spun me around as we danced. The dress did as I anticipated; exposing those delicate underthings I'd worn with the purpose of tantalizing all the men at the party. The thought of fucking Frank later on made my dancing turn close to a frenzy.

Frank and I danced four songs before I begged him to take a break for a drink. No sooner had we sat down than another man approached us and asked me to dance with him. I took a sip from my drink, smiled at Frank.

"Watch this," I whispered in his ear, giving him a little kiss on his cheek right next to his ear. Then I turned to my new partner and let him escort me to the dance floor. We danced to a few fast songs. I knew I was putting on a show for Frank. Finally, I let my new partner lead me back to my seat.

"You looked so sexy out there," Frank told me as I sat down.

"Why? I'm just dancing like all the other girls," I replied with smile.

"Yes, but they're all wearing net underskirts. You're just wearing stockings and a very see-through pair of panties."

"Don't you like it?" I asked coyly.

"Oh, yes," he grinned. "So do all the other guys. They can't take their eyes off you."

"Do you think they want to fuck me?" I asked coyly.

"I'd guess they do."

"Does that make you jealous?"

"Well, you don't belong to me, Lacy. But, yes, I could be a little jealous if you left with one of them."

"Well," I said, sipping my drink, "I'm with you tonight. I'm all yours and everything you see is yours."

Frank's eyes lit up. "Lucky me!" he said, and we both laughed.

A slow song came on and Frank asked, "Can I have the pleasure, my dear?"

I held his hand as we strolled to the dance floor. His hands wrapped around my waist and he pulled me into him. I could feel how hard his cock had gotten as he slipped his hands down to grab my ass. He felt even bigger than before and I craved having his cock inside me.

He began to gently kiss around my neck, which always turns me on. Then he began to nibble behind my ear.

"Oh, Frank," I murmured. "That feels so good!"

"Now all my mates and the other men are jealous," he whispered into my ear.

"You have to stop that," I cautioned, "Or I'll have to fuck you right here on the dance floor."

Frank laughed easily. "I guess that means I'll be walking you home later?" he asked.

"If you don't I'll be very disappointed."

He pushed back a little to look at me. "You're one sexy lady," he whispered. Hearing that and feeling his hardness push into me, I almost had an orgasm right there.

After a few more dances and a couple of drinks and the night of dancing was over. Frank said his goodbyes to his friends and we left together. It was only a short walk to my house. There was a chill in the air and a slight breeze. I felt the cool wisp of air touch my pussy as we walked.

By the time we reached my place I was really turned on. I let him in and made some coffee for the two of us. I was leaning on the breakfast bar when Frank came up behind me, put his hands on my waist and pushed himself against me.

"Oh, Frank. That feels so good!" I told him.

I spun in his arms to face him and we kissed for the first time. He ran his hands up and down my body. That tripped me over the edge and I desperately needed him inside me.

He lifted me up onto the breakfast bar and flipped the skirt up, putting his fingers inside my thong. I lifted my ass a little as he pulled it off, throwing it to the floor. He spread my legs wide and knelt in front of me, driving his tongue into my soaking pussy.

"Oh, fuck, Yes!, Yes, Frank! Fucccck! That feels so good!" I wailed.

My pussy was opened to him and his tongue was in so deep that I knew it wouldn't be long before my first orgasm hit me. I held the back of his head, pulling him into me when I came so hard my juices squirted into his face. He lapped at my pussy, sucking in every drop and I nearly fainted from feeling so weak.

Frank stood up and kissed me on the mouth. I could taste my own juice on his lips. He lifted me off the breakfast bar and carried me to my bed, laying me down. He began to take off his clothes.

When I saw that big cock of his I knew I was in for a good, hard fucking. He stood at the bottom of the bed, naked, looking at me. I pulled my dress up off my legs showing his prize. I spread my legs wide.

"Come fuck me, Frank," I said urgently.

He got between my legs and pushed his monster cock into my pussy. I was so wet he simply buried his cock right up to the balls. He started fucking me hard and I put my legs around his ass, pulling him into me even deeper.

His big fuck stick was pounding into me so hard I felt him touch my cervix. Still, I wanted more. He obliged, plunging into me repeatedly for a good ten minutes before I felt him swell and begin to pump his spunk deep inside me.

It was hot, and wonderful. We lay in that position until he softened and slid out of me. When he did, I actually felt empty. We lay there and kissed each other for a few minutes.

"You're a wonderful woman and a sexy fuck," Frank said with a grin.

"Just another notch on your belt?" I grinned back at him. "You're not so bad yourself."

"That's not how I think of you," he whispered.

"Really?" I asked, not giving him time to reply. "I'm glad to hear that because I want more of you. Can you stay the night?"

"You just want to tell all the boys you slept with me?" Frank asked with an evil grin.

"Who said anything about sleeping?"

Frank and I had sex, made love, and fucked each other in every way we could imagine. We did sleep, eventually, after Frank fucked me in my favorite position. He pounded me from behind in the doggie style, his cock penetrating deeper and deeper with every stroke. We collapsed together after a screaming climax during which Frank's hot come bathed me as my body involuntarily clutched his cock, milking him of every last drop.

I woke in the morning and watched him sleeping next to me. I gave him a tender kiss next to his left eye, trying not to wake him. Easing out of bed, I removed my lingerie and headed for the shower.

My eyes were closed as I let the warm water wash over my face and hair when I felt Frank move in behind me.

"Good morning," he murmured into my ear.

"Cheeky bastard," I kidded. "Who invited you into my shower?" "Sorry, love," he replied softly. "You're irresistible."

He leaned into my back and I could feel his hardness pressing between my ass cheeks. His hand reached around me to cup my breasts while his fingers tweaked my nipples.

"Oh, dear," I said in mock dismay. "I think this horny bastard behind me is planning to fuck me before I get out of this shower."

"Perceptive," he growled in amusement, bending me forward until his cock managed to slip into my welcoming pussy.

"Hard or gentle?" he murmured as I grasped the faucets to support myself.

"Take me hard," I told him. My wet hair obscured my view of anything but the drain between my feet. "Fuck me hard so I'll know how hot I make you."

Frank fucked me hard.

"You're a naught tease," he groaned as he pounded into me. "Your white underthings made me so hot watching you dance with Nick."

"Oh, gawd!" I gasped. "You liked the white?"

"Oh, yes I did," he said panting.

"Hmmm," I groaned. "I've got them in red, green, blue and black, too,"

"Does that mean I get to see them all?"

"Depends on how long you hang around," I answered, gasping raggedly.

"Black," he wheezed, never stopping as he pounded into me. "I want to watch you put on the black! That's going to make me come!"

"You make me come and I'll wear the black for you today," I moaned.

"I'm definitely hanging around for that," he groaned.

The growing blue-green ball of my orgasm swelled in my mind before exploding in brilliant colors behind my eyes. Franks spurts of come felt like a flood of warmth inside me. My own scream of release drowned out his grunts as he pumped me full.

"Black it is," I managed to gasp out. I knew it would turn him on. I had every intention os tantalizing him. It would mean that we would fuck again. That was my objective for the day.

There is nothing like a hard morning fuck in the shower to set my mood for a day.