That was the situation by the time that our annual holidays came around. We had our flight and our accommodation booked, and we were packing our bags and getting ready to fly out the next day. “Make sure that you pack all of your slutty clothes” I told her.
“Now why would I want to do that” she smirked. “Because I want to show you off like a slut” I answered with a grin.
After a couple of days away we were completely relaxed and right into holiday mode. Our plan for the night was to go out for dinner, then later on go on to a nightclub. It was a bistro/lounge sort of place that we went to for dinner, and after a lovely meal we wandered into the lounge area where they had a four piece jazz combo playing some cool music. We had a few drinks and a few dances on the tiny and crowded dance floor, then I asked if she still wanted to go on to the nightclub. We decided that yes, we would, but that we’d go back to the apartment first and change into something more appropriate. “Put on something nice and sexy” I told Margie.
She stood looking into the wardrobe thinking what to wear. “Straight or flared?” she asked, holding up the two mini skirts that she’d brought. “Flared is pretty, but the tight, straight one is more slutty” I answered. She tossed the straight one onto the bed and put the flared one back in the cupboard.
I could see her trying to choose a blouse, then after trying one, she took that off and picked up one of her others, a lovely, light weight silky thing. She took her bra off and slipped the blouse on, then she stood looking in the mirror as she adjusted it this way and that. Finally she turned to me and asked, “what do you think?”
Wow! The blouse usually buttoned right up the front but she had pinned the lapels right back to the shoulders using a couple of little decorative pins, and so that her neck and plenty of flesh were shown, then, having left the entire thing unbuttoned other that one button right down near her waist, the two sides gaped open showing flesh right the way down to her waist, and such that just the curve of the sides of her small breasts were teasingly shown. “Oh wow, you look so slutty” I exclaimed in admiration.
The nightclub had a well lit bar along one wall, then high tables and chairs, next came an array of normal tables and chairs, then the dance floor which was dimly lit with coloured lighting. It was certainly a place to show off because most of the hemlines were ultra short, and there were many scoop and plunging necklines. As soon as we were on the dance floor, I leaned over and undid the one fastened button of Margie’s blouse. She just grinned at me as the sides of her blouse swung free, exposing just a little more of her breasts. I glanced about and saw a couple of nearby guys looking at Margie. The music was just a pulsating rhythm without any melody and that seemed to be inducing a trance like state in a few of the dancers. Nearby were two young girls, both with eyes made up elaborately. They seemed to be in such a trance just jerking back and forth to the rhythm and periodically kissing passionately. Another couple were barely moving, the guy had his hands firmly planted on the girls ass and they couldn’t have got any closer. Margie started moving to the rhythm moving her shoulders, tilting one way then the next back and forth so that her blouse gaped first on one side and then on the next and each time exposing most of her breasts. Other than the two couples that I mentioned, everyone just seemed to be doing their own thing and not necessarily being with a partner. A guy now stood in front of Margie and watched her breasts being rhythmically exposed. Margie looked at him briefly then lowered her eyes and began dancing even more sensuously than she had been. I moved behind her and reaching around slid my hands over her naked waist, she tipped her head back and I began French kissing her ear. I moved away slightly and then the rhythm now changed to a different beat and she began to roll her shoulders from side to side first dropping one, then the other. Her small breasts where rolling slightly with each movement. Another guy came and watched her breasts being displayed, she briefly glanced at him, then looked to me before lowering her gaze and continuing on with her sexy display. This was fabulous, besides the two guys openly ogling her, others all around were watching her.
After a time we came off the dance floor, and a number of guys and a couple of the women seated at the tables, and who had been watching Margie, gave her a smile.
That night, back in our apartment, I enthused to Margie about how wonderful and sexy she’d been – “you were such a slut, a real whore” I told her. She was just as excited as I was, and we talked about doing the same thing the next night.
The next morning after we’d had a leisurely breakfast sitting on the balcony in the sunshine, I saw Margie in the bedroom, looking in the full length mirror and turning this way and that. Eventually she came out and asked, “do you think that I could wear this blouse as a dress tonight, or do you think it’s too short? Wow. It was her white, not exactly see through but more opaque, blouse that was a very soft and delicate material. Looking at her it couldn’t have been shorter if worn as a dress, it gave every indication that you should be able to see her crutch, and yet it managed to just cover it. Turning around so that I could see the back view, I saw that just the bottom of the cheeks of her ass where visible. I laughed, “of course it’s too short, but that’s all the reason why you should wear it like that as a dress. Just one thing though” I told her, “you need to either wear no panties or get a pair of the G-string type.”
That night, after dinner, we went back to the apartment to get ready for another sexy night at the nightclub. Margie did her hair, makeup and eyes, then dressed as she’d planned, wearing no bra so that she had on nothing but the G-string panties that she’d bought that afternoon, and the delicate little blouse as a dress. She’d left all of the buttons undone other than just the last three right at the bottom, so that the view of just the rounded curve of her breasts was once more visible.
“Oooo” she giggled nervously, “I’m not sure whether I’m game, I feel almost naked.”
At the club we went straight onto the dance floor, and once again Margie was getting lots of attention from both girls and guys. We’d been there some little time when Margie began to sensuously, and in syncopation with the music, start to writhe her arms upwards above her head, and as her arms rose up, so did the hemline of her blouse/skirt rise up so that about a half of the cheeks of her bum, along with the front of her panties, was exposed to view for all to see. “Whoo, whoo” someone called out loudly, and of course this drew the attention of others and there was a gathering of guys and girls around about Margie as she continued with her sexy dance. This prompted another woman, just a little older than Margie’s 23, to move in front of Margie and simulate the same moves. There was a bit of general whistling and merriment and then a couple of women who had been dancing together nearby, started calling for Margie and the other slut to show everything. I was thrilled when the other slut started to pull her little straight skirt up around her waist, displaying her little bikini nylon panties. The slut then sidled closer and taking the bottom of Margie’s blouse/skirt, she slid it right up around Margie’s waist, revealing the skimpy little G-string and more or less everything other than Margie’s cunt.