The evening air was warm and pleasant as Sarah walked towards the trendy bar where she was meeting her date for the night. She couldn't help but feel nervous butterflies in her stomach, wondering how things would unfold between them. Her outfit was carefully chosen to impress – a tight-fitting mini skirt that hugged her curves and a crop top that showed off her toned abs.
As she approached the bar, she caught sight of her date, Jack, standing by the window, his eyes immediately drawn to her. He was dressed casually yet stylishly, looking every bit the part of the successful businessman he was. Their eyes met, and Sarah felt a surge of excitement run through her.
They exchanged greetings, and Jack offered to buy her a drink. As they sat down at a table, Sarah couldn't help but notice the way Jack kept stealing glances at her legs. She crossed her legs, feeling a flutter of anticipation in her stomach. She did find Jack attractive, and the thought of him seeing her in the skirt was turning her on.
As they chatted away, Sarah felt more comfortable with Jack. They shared stories and laughs, and she found herself enjoying his company. Suddenly, she felt a gurgle in her stomach, a familiar feeling she knew all too well.
"Are you OK, Sarah?" Jack asked, noticing the sudden change in her expression.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she lied, hoping he wouldn't notice the slight bulge in her skirt. She had a bit of a flatulence problem, and it had caused her some embarrassment in the past. But tonight, the thought of farting in front of Jack was turning her on.
As the evening progressed, Sarah found herself growing bolder. The alcohol had loosened her up, and she was more than ready for some naughty fun. She excused herself to use the restroom, knowing full well what she intended to do.
When she returned to the table, Jack's eyes widened in surprise. "Sarah, you reek! Are you OK?" he asked, his voice concerned.
Sarah grinned mischievously. "Oh, Jack, I'm more than OK," she purred, her voice full of lust. She slid her chair closer to him and moved her skirt up, revealing her bare knees and the bulge of the fart she had just released.
"Sarah, what are you doing?" Jack asked, his eyes fixed on her skirt.
"Don't you like it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She slid her hand between her legs, teasing him with the scent of her fart.
"No, I... I mean, yes, I do," he stammered, his cheeks flushing red.
Sarah took his hand and placed it on her thigh, feeling the warmth of his palm against her skin. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, and whispered in his ear, "I want you to do it to me."
Jack looked at her in shock, but the desire in her eyes was too much to resist. He tentatively reached out and brushed his fingers against the bulge in her skirt. Sarah moaned softly, her eyes closing in pleasure.
They spent the rest of the evening exploring each other's bodies, their inhibitions long gone. As they left the bar, Sarah couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. She had never been so turned on in her life, and she owed it all to that naughty little fart in her mini skirt.
