Another time Another Place Finale

He probably saw a glimpse of my stocking tops despite my attempts to be ladylike. I stood up, smoothing my dress down as instructed by my teacher earlier. Without a thought I shook my head like any girl would to reposition my hair and glanced in a nearby glass fronted shop to check the effect. Richard paid the driver and some ribald exchange took place with laughter and a rude gesture from the Italian as he took his tip.

“Richard what are you doing? - just what are you doing?” I was moved to speak now that we were out of the immediate hearing of anyone. “Don’t take on so Charlie or should I say Charlotte – just come and have a drink and I’ll explain.” He took my arm in his and motioned me towards an elegant looking bar and street café which was about thirty metres away.

Walking as taught, I gracefully strolled alongside him – as we walked it was clear that I was an object of some attention to the men on the street. I was whistled, leered and generally appreciated by them. I was both embarrassed and excited by this attention. I noted that other girls got similar treatment if they were young and attractive.

We reached the café/bar and Richard pulled out a chair, at one of the pavement table, and said, “Is this OK darling?” in a reasonably loud voice. I nodded and mumbled, “Yes thank you.” I sat carefully, aware of the men around looking at my dress as it moved up my thighs as I lowered myself onto the chair. I hadn’t noticed before but the false nipples were showing through the dress quite clearly and men were looking intently at them. I was disconcerted to find that my restrained penis was now growing at an alarming rate as I sat looking around at these men who obviously thought I was a young girl or more likely a prostitute out with her client. Richard ordered a bottle of red wine from a leering waiter whose eyes never left my ankles and thighs.

Richard sat near me, his hand resting on my thigh. His face close to mine he spoke quietly into my ear.