Aberdeen is in the north of Scotland, The Granite City and put on the map because of oil, Black Gold.

It can be a cold, unforgiving place and lonely, as I discovered.

Let me introduce myself. I’m Beth, a thirty-year-old lawyer. I’m married to David, a top man in the oil world. His job took us to this part of the UK. At first, it was great. We settled into our beautiful home, and made friends, young professionals like us, although David is ten years older than me.

Then he had to work away from home a lot. I was lonely to begin with. Sure, I have an important job, business suits, heels, hair pinned, prim and proper, you get the picture.

One lunch with a friend, Chas, changed everything. Chas is short for Chastity. You honestly couldn’t make that up, could you? Her husband was away from home a lot too. Over a few glasses of Chardonnay, we decided to spice up our lives. We compiled our DTD list, Dare To Do. No simple bucket list for us.

There are several good clubs and bars in the city and we were going to try them out.

Starting with a less salubrious one!

Pub number one was scheduled, near the harbour, it was a workingman’s club. Very few women but lots of randy men.

We went straight from work. I was wearing my navy blue suit. Short jacket, even shorter skirt, navy stockings and garter belt — I’ll tell you about the panties later — and killer red heels. I’d ditched the bra. That had been our first DTD, no bra. Of course the blouse was white - I am a serious lawyer, after all. OK, it’s pretty sheer and I DID undo several buttons. Oh, I forgot to mention I’m a big girl with 36DD tits and very dark, perky nipples. I’m fairly tall, 5'8" without heels and I’m a brunette. On this occasion, my bush was brunette too. I often shape or shave completely but I fancied a change.

The Strutting Cockerel is a great name for a pub, don’t you think?

Anyway, armed with some Dutch courage — gin — we pushed open the door and let the fun commence.

It was noisy and smoky; the rules didn’t apply here. It was full of men and a few women, rather tipsy and loud, obviously enjoying the attention. Surprisingly, they waved over and asked us to join them. At that point, Chas’s phone rang. Work call. She had to leave. Should I go too?

The women wouldn’t hear of it. A large G&T was placed in front of me. The deal was done. I removed my coat, of course I was wearing one. Compliments all round, "What a smart young lady," etc., etc. By this time, the guys had noticed a newbie as had the barman, who had poured an extra large measure. I was feeling bold, so I shook my hair down and removed my jacket. I knew that my tits were visible through the sheer white blouse and that my nipples were excited. I was starting to enjoy myself. So were the others. The women — did I mention there were three of them and quite a bit older? — laughed at the reactions and whispered to me to open another button, which naturally, I did. All eyes were on me now, or should I say my tits?

The barman motioned me to come to the bar. I sashayed over. Another large G&T. I made sure to lean over and give him a grateful kiss, making sure his hungry eyes got a closeup of my erect nipples. As I leaned over, of course, my skirt rode up to reveal the stockings. A cheer went up. I knew exactly what I was doing.

I wiggled my butt and strutted to my seat facing the bar. Ken, the barman’s eyes never left me. I sat down and ever so slowly opened my legs. Ken’s face said it all; I was wearing scarlet crotchless panties. I dipped my fingers in my glass, slowly caressed my open, wet pussy and rubbed my throbbing clit. I then took the hand of the guy beside me and led him to my wet, inviting pussy. Wow, was he surprised! He very quickly started exploring, pushing me wide open.

I was starting to moan and shudder. I became aware of Ken filming the action on his phone.

A cheer went up but it wasn’t for me. It was Steph, one of my new friends, who had removed her top to display her beautiful boobs encased in black lace. Chants to take it off were rewarded as her huge breasts fell free, followed by an invitation for a feel in exchange for a vodka. In the excitement, I hadn’t realised another button had loosened. My big, round tits were also practically free. I was so horny a visit to the ladies' was essential. I strutted my stuff to the corridor, not bothering to cover up.

Of course, Ken was there. He led me into the stockroom, peeled off my blouse, sat me on the counter and pulled my skirt up before hungrily kissing me. I was tingling all over. He pulled the scarlet panties off and put them in his pocket and unzipped his jeans. The strutting cockerel was released and he was BIG. He opened my legs wide, stroked and teased, then leaned over and started licking my tits. By now I was writhing and desperate. He flipped me over, pinning my arms under me, pushed my butt in the air, exposing me completely. I’d never felt so horny and brazen. I didn’t know this guy. Now the whore in me had erupted and I was loving it.

David had suggested things in the past but I was always too prim.

Ken fucked me from behind. I felt every thrust and screamed for more. I was aware of noise from the bar; it thrilled me more, knowing all those guys were close by. He came like thunder and soaked me even more, finally smacking my perky ass hard. I’d never been smacked before and I loved it. With a final caress of my tits and a few more hard smacks, he zipped up and returned to the bar. I headed to the ladies' to wash my flushed face.

Steph came in with a knowing smile, “Did the strutting cockerel live up to its name?” I asked what she meant.

She explained the pub has cameras and large screen televisions. Before Ken left the bar, he’d switched from the live Aberdeen Celtic match to the stockroom view.

I should have been horrified but I wasn’t. I felt myself getting wet again and my nipples went hard. All those guys and gals had seen me being well and truly fucked!

Nothing else for it. I removed my blouse, tossed my hair and strutted confidently back to a barrage of cheers, camera phones and a large G&T on the bar alongside my scarlet panties.

Part 1 completed, though my DTD List went further than I’d anticipated!