The Disappearing Dress

Dana was getting ready to meet her friends for dinner. The restaurant they were going to was fairly upscale, so she couldn't exactly go there in a t-shirt and shorts, even if the summer heat made that a very tempting choice.

After a long look at her closet, she decided upon her favorite evening look - a tight, sleeveless black turtleneck dress that ended around mid-thigh. The fabric was a soft satin, hugging her figure just right and highlighting her shape. It was the perfect mix of classy and sexy, just the way she liked it. Paired with the right stockings and heels, she would turn heads wherever she went.

She had decided to walk to the restaurant, as it wasn't far from her apartment building near the city center. It was a bad idea in hindsight, considering the heels she had decided to wear. She approached the establishment, located on the ground floor of a multi-storey building. It was a well lit, pleasant place, known for its ambiance and fine food. It was a large and popular place, one of the places to go in downtown - but not so large as to be overcrowded.

She was running a little late as she entered the restaurant. A quite handsome concierge directed her to a table, where her friends were already seated. at the table. Before taking her place, she went around the table, greeting everyone and making small talk. She could tell that they were all admiring her style of fashion, and some of them were practically ogling her body. She had even turned heads at tables that were not her own.

She enjoyed the attention, basking in it. While she would probably deny it to anyone but her closest friends, Dana enjoyed showing off her body, and often imaged scenarios where she was on display in public. The feeling of vulnerability and embarrassment that came with being seen was intoxicating to her, though she had never had the courage to bring those fantasies to life.

Drinks appeared, orders were made and conversation was flowing - the cuisine was as good as ever. She was in the middle of laughing at a joke when she felt a faint bit of movement around her chest. For a brief moment, it felt like someone was fondling her breasts through her clothes. A shiver went down her spine, and she darted her head around, trying to find the perpetrator.

She looked around her to see who it had been, but even the thought was absurd. She was sitting in a well lit area, the next tables being several arms length away from her. Her friends near her were firmly seated in their positions, and they couldn't have fondled her breasts in the way she had felt.

"You okay, Dana?", one of her friends asked, a concerned look on her face.

"Did you see someone walk behind me?", asked Dana. She didn't want to vocalize what she had felt, so she instead said "I thought I saw someone I knew walk by."

"No, there's been nobody else walk past for like, 10 minutes." was the reply. "You feeling alright?", her friend continued, concerned about her.

"Yeah, I'm fine.", Dana smiled, brushing off her concern. The conversation around her resumed.

Dana was confused in her mind, but she soon shook off her concern. Maybe this was the side effect of an unusually dry period in her sex life - she had broken up with her long term partner a few months ago, and she still needed some space before jumping into anything new.

She didn't think much about it, until it happened again a few minutes later - this time for longer.

Dana was in the middle of a sentence when she felt a pair of hands grab her breasts for behind, this time with more than before. The fingers played with her nipples, teasing them until they were fully erect. The hands pinched both her nipples at once, and Dana almost let out an involuntary moan - disguising it with a cough with the nick of time.

She looked around again, and saw nothing. Her cheeks were flushing hot, and even some of her upper chest felt warm. although nobody in her company seemed to have noticed. There was no doubt - someone was toying with her, but she had no idea who it was, or how it was happening.

Indecent thoughts started to appear in her mind. She blinked a few times to shake them off, giving herself a small pep talk as she tried to rejoin the conversation.

That's when she looked down, and noticed the outline of her erect nipples against the fabric of her dress. She felt them brushing against the inner surface of her dress.

Something was wrong.