My husband rewards me for wearing my "skank skirt."
I have many very short skirts. But one is so vulgarly short, I had dared to wear it out only once. I cannot bend or even sit down in it decently. My husband calls it my "skank skirt" and he loves to see me in it. (I do have to brag I have very nice legs.)
One day he asked me why I hadn't worn it any more and I answered truthfully that I felt a bit self-conscious in it. Anyhow, wanting to please him, I decided to wear it when we went to dinner that night. I was glad the hostess gave us a booth so that I sat on the bench expecting my husband to sit on the outside chair facing me. But he joined me at my side on the bench, which we occasionally do. Over the course of the meal, he would now and then reach under the table and touch my pussy through my panty. Of course, at some point I started getting wet and enjoying it. Then he whispered, "Pull your panty aside and I'll put a finger inside you." I did as he asked and I was rewarded with a finger manoeuvring in and out. I struggled to stay composed until I finally had to pull his hand away before I lost control. But by then, I was so horny I said, "Let's skip dessert. We need to get home...and in a hurry."
But by the time we got to the car, neither of us could wait. It was a good thing the car was parked in a remote corner of the lot. He told me he was hard the entire time after seeing me in my skank skirt and begged me to jack him for a big reward. It didn't take long for him to pump gobs and gobs into a wad of tissue. Then he told me to take off my panty, which, of course, I did with great anticipation. He then leaned over my lap and tongued my pussy for longer than I think he had ever done before. I was finally spent. I sure did get a reward.
Then he said, "Since we didn't get dessert, let's stop at an ice cream store." I agreed and started to put my panty back on. "No, leave them off." I decided not to protest. Getting out of the car I sensed a cool breeze across the wetness of my pussy. It was a sensation I never felt before, but I liked it. I started creaming again and noticed it running down my inner thighs as we walked. I told my husband how wet I was and he instantly had to slow down his walk. I whispered, "Aw, honey, something getting in the way of your walk?"
Anyhow, we got our ice cream cones and he couldn't drive home fast enough. The rest of the evening went beyond Solo Touch.
Since then, I often wear my skirts without panties. And When Bob's not around to reward me, I reward myself.