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San Francisco?s beautiful skyline could be seen out of the glassed wall in the lounge. The night-lights and the bay seemed so very calm even though it had been raining off and on all day. I was here*for a regional meeting and it had been one busy workweek with upper management making projections on avenues of next year?s business plans. Dwayne, my husband of 16 years was flying up to met me. We planned on doing some sight seeing before heading back home to Texas. He is a wonderful man, but like a lot of Texas ranchers Dwayne is an okay, slow-dance partner and it is about the only way he will dance. I noticed Dwayne had grown rather quiet during the dance, which was unusual for him. Dwayne does not usually mind who I dance with, knowing he is not a*very good dancer, as long as they Çekmeköy escort bayan follow a simple rule; they buy a round of drinks for both of us. So I spent*a little bit of time,*dancing with a couple of rather nice men. It sure seemed to be getting hot in the place. I did not know if it was from the weather, the crowd that had appeared, the dancing, or the alcohol; but the place was really warm.*And I needed some sit down time. Though Dwayne was in his regular good humor mood while we talked, it was obvious he was not having a good time, and it made me feel guilty.*So I declined a few dances from some very good looking men and spent my moments with him. He denied that anything was wrong, and blamed his mood on jet lag. I asked him Escort Gebze if there was anything I could do that would make him feel better. SHOCKED at his reply, I sat there quietly a few moments to make sure I heard him correctly. He had whispered into my hear, "If you really want to make me happy...go into the lady?s room and remove your bra and panties. And after each dance with someone new - you have to unbutton one of the buttons on your skirt or blouse. You will control how often you dance."I was wearing a silk white blouse, heels, and a short business skirt with a buttoned split on the side. It sounded exciting, we did not know anyone here. I smiled at him and almost in a laughing tone said, ?Anything to cheer you up!" I then stood up and walked Şerifali escort to the powder room. I finally found an unoccupied stall that was very clean, you cannot image how difficult it is to move about in a stall wearing heels; I wondered what the other women were thinking from all my movement and the occasional bump on the stall walls. I just prayed my heels did not slide outside of the stall. Removing my bra was rather easy, but the panties required removing my heels and putting them back on.*Everything worked out fine. Buttoning up my blouse, the soft silk against my nipples made for an amazing sensation. Straightening my hose, the realization that I was sexually aroused became obvious to me, as my ears and body was burning up hot. No - I do not wear pantyhose they are way too hot. Touching up my hair and make-up, I noticed that my nipples were quite hard and visible through the blouse.*My mind stopped for a moment, my heart was pounding, can I really do this? To keep from backing out, I dumped my bra and panties in the trash receptacle on the way out of that room.