This story is part of Tagg After Dark, a sapphic erotica collection exclusively for readers 18+.
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I had no idea what to wear to an event like this. My wardrobe was full of bralettes, fishnets, and lingerie sets that I could throw a blazer over and call an outfit, so much so that I found myself overwhelmed with options. To avoid being late to pick up my lover, I went for the night out go-to; all black everything. I chose a curve-hugging pencil skirt with a high front slit and a completely see-through mesh bra. I put a drapey duster over it all, for subtlety’s sake. My legs were exposed, my belly was bare and, from the right angle, you could see my nipples. Honey, I was feelin’ myself!
I stood in my full-length mirror admiring myself and was so turned on that I felt tempted to undo all the hard work I had just done getting ready. I wanted to lay right there on the floor, grab one of my toys, and make myself cum. And the thought lingered… But I was on a schedule. We had to be at the event before they stopped admitting new attendees, a policy that made me feel so safe. Plus I wanted all my orgasms that night to come from my lover.
My excitement got me to my lover’s place in record time. I don’t think I caught one red light the whole way there. When I pulled up to their house, I decided to get out and lean against my car so they could get an eyeful of what was theirs for the night. I swung my duster open so my nipples, eagerly erect, were on full display.
They walked out and my mouth dropped when I saw them. They had opted for a fishnet crop top, denim cut-offs, and Timberland boots. Because androgyny. This seems like an odd combination in retrospect, but I swear they looked sexier than I had ever seen them. Imagine an aesthetic hybrid of Aaliyah and a construction worker. Now double the sexy. Yes, that.
Our collective anticipation made the drive to the venue seem endless. We filled the time with guesses as to what we were about to experience. My lover’s hand inching up my thigh as I drove made it pretty hard to fathom waiting any longer to indulge in each other. We fought the temptation to pull over on the side of the road and eventually made it to the venue.
We walked in and were no more clear on what to expect than we were before we crossed the threshold. The nondescript entryway gave no clues. We walked toward a table where I thought we were just going to check our tickets, but that turned out to also be where we selected wristbands to denote what we were open to participating in that evening. We had already talked about this so out of the four options, we both chose the color that meant “down for whatever.”
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Wondering how far these two will go in front of a crowd?
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