I’ve lead a pretty normal life as a receptionist at a dentist’s office, but that all changed on my 33rd Birthday. I was supposed to pick my husband up after dinner and had plans to take him to a fancy restaurant and seduce him when we got home. I was wearing a new red dress that I just knew would knock him out. He keeps on telling me to show myself off more and not dress like an old maid.

Well ... this dress showed off. It was so short that I had to keep reminding myself not to bend over and to keep my knees in tight while walking or it would ride-up and show off the garter belt and tiny pink panties that I was wearing. I was waiting in the lobby at my husband’s office when he and his coworkers arrived all at once.

A couple of the guys whistled when they saw me ... all of them were staring. I hadn’t counted on this ... I thought it would just be Vic (my husband). To make matters worse they invited us out for a drink and Vic obviously wanted to go along. So I told them “OK ... but just for one drink.” We walked over to this little bar a couple of blocks away.

I kept having to pull down on the hem of my dress to keep it from sliding up as I walked. When we finally got to the bar, they sat me in the middle of a big ‘U’ shaped booth, the head of the table... ‘since it was my birthday’. Vic took everyone’s order and went to the bar for what seemed like a long time. While he was gone all the attention at the table was on me.

The guys all wanted to know where I worked, what I did, what my interests were ... It was all very flattering. Many of the guys were leering the tight top of my dress. The dress buttoned clear up to my neck, but it was tight on top and the buttons were a little strained at the bust. It was intended to get my husband’s attention at dinner, and it was obviously getting the attention of these guys. After a while some of the conversation and questions got a little personal.

Just as my husband got back with his third trip from the bar (it took three trips for him to bring all the drinks), one of they guys asked me if I had any tattoos. Everyone laughed and I didn’t dignify it with a response, but I wasn’t offended either. All of this attention was nice for a change and they were obviously being good natured about it.

I excused my self to freshen up in the lady’s room. That’s when the first unusual event of the evening occurred. Instead of the three guy’s to my left getting out of the booth, they slid me over their laps, handing me down the line. I was taken by surprise. Two of the guys were lifting me more by my behind than by my waist and I had to wonder if they were just trying to cop-a-feel.

I just went to the wash room and let it go. I had to admit it kinda felt good being man handled by strong, young strangers, but I was going to have to make sure we were out of there in time for dinner reservations. When I got back to the table, I decided to try the other side of the table and see if they were more gentlemanly. On the contrary, the guy at the end seat immediately grabbed my by the waist and passed me down the line again.

This time they were overt about touching my ass and each guy tugged the hem of my dress a little higher until I was sat in my place with the hem of my dress bunched up around my waist. My garters and panties were completely exposed to the guys in the booth and only the table blocked the view from the rest of the bar. I quickly pulled my dress back down. But all of the guys in the booth had grins and smirks on their faces.