So, this weekend was Labret's birthday; Sunday, to be exact. We had a fantastic time , but I wanted to share just one small tidbit of the weekend, the very beginning, and hopefully it'll let you know how the rest of the weekend went.

Labret and I went to a party on Saturday night. It was a dance party, she met me at my place, and we drove down together. Whenever she sat down next to me, she would tease me. First, though, let me tell you what she was wearing.

She was wearing a pair of black leather "Mary Jane" shoes, with 4-inch heels, black fishnet stockings, a black knee-high pleated skirt, a black spaghetti-strap top, and a black shawl. She had her hair up in a twist, and some yellow orchids in her hair.

Whenever she sat next to me, she would take my hand and put it on her thigh. Then she would hike up her skirt to expose her fishnets. Then she would take my hand and run it up a little further. You know what I felt? A garter belt! Fucking hot. Then every time after that, she would hike up her skirt on the thigh closest to me to expose her pale upper thigh, just enough so that I could see but not so much that everyone could see. Then I would put my hand on her thigh, snap the garter belt and pinch her thigh a little.

On the way back, we gave one of my friends a ride home. She was sitting behind Labret's seat. After we got on the highway and I wasn't shifting any more (I have a stick shift), Labret took my hand and placed it on her thigh. Then she hiked up her skirt so I could see her panties. I was worried that my friend would see, but it seemed that she couldn't. I started rubbing her thigh, and inched higher, but didn't dare go too far because I was afraid my friend would sense that something was up.

We dropped off my friend, and Labret kicked up her heels and rested her legs on the dashboard, pressing her 4-inch heels up against the windshield. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, I could see her stockings, garter belt, and panties, with her legs up in the air. I was so distracted, I couldn't drive in a straight line!

Then she spread her legs wide. Her right leg rested against the side window, her left leg stretched across the steering wheel. She took my right hand and placed it high on her inner thigh. My left hand was on the wheel, with her left leg resting on it. Then she said, "Move your hand so I can rest my leg in your lap." So I did.

There she was, raven-haired beauty with crystal blue eyes, 4-inch black leather heels, fishnet stockings, garter belt, grey panties... spread eagle in the seat next to me. I started feeling her mound, she started gyrating. I was getting a serious hard-on.

As we got closer to my apartment, there were more people on the street that could see, so she brought her legs down and she gave me a mischievous grin. We got out of the car, headed upstairs, and so began the celebration of her birthday.

It's now Monday, midday. I've just gotten back from her place. We were together the whole time from Saturday evening until now, going to dance events, taking "naps," all that good stuff. I'm now tired, mellow, and ready to go at it again. She wants to get together again on Wednesday for the 4th of July. Time for another celebration.