by Bridy McAvoy
“To make up for tonight, I thought I would keep you company for a while and then invite you over to a barbecue on Saturday afternoon. Phil has to work and probably he will need either Carol or Rebecca or both to help him. I thought at the very least you could come over and keep me company. I thought we might invite Carol’s secretary, Vicki, over as well. You haven’t met the little minx yet, have you?
Peter shook his head no.
“You really must. She is an absolute fox and not at all shy. Did Carol tell you she works weekends at one of the clubs in town?”
“Yes, she did. But not which one.”
Lizzie chuckled.
“I’m not surprised, Vicki’s routine is spectacular.”
“Routine?”
“Oh, yes. Young Vicki is, how shall we say, a very talented singer and dancer. But the men pay to watch her dance, not sing.”
“Oh… I see.”
“Well, if you went to the club you would see… everything.”
Lizzie giggled wickedly and stretched forward to pick up her glass again. This time the dress swung even further open and Peter was treated to a split second glimpse of a nipple before she straightened up again.
“Well, I would have thought a barbecue would be a little tame compared to that.”
“Don’t be silly, Peter. I was going to invite her to entertain us.”
Lizzie was watching her neighbor carefully. She could see how the apparently accidental flashes of skin were affecting him, along with the sexual tone of the conversation, and decided to heat up the atmosphere a little more.
“You have any nice relaxing music you could put on? I’d like some soothing music, if you don’t mind.”
Peter smiled and, levering himself out of the chair, moved across to the stereo. He couldn’t quite conceal the growing bulge in his trousers. With his back to her he couldn’t see the smile playing on her lips or the way she quickly eased the hem of her dress a couple of inches higher.
* * * *
Back in the club Rebecca had just sat down in the booth Chris had taken charge of when Robert asked Carol to dance. She glanced at Chris who smiled and winked and then allowed the tall colored man to lead her onto the dance floor. The whole room was dimly lit and the dance floor even more so. Carol was glad of this as they were the only couple dancing.
The current track playing was a quick one and she was surprised how much she enjoyed the way Robert led her through an intricate set of steps she only half remembered from college. When the track finished he bowed over her hand and raised it to his lips. Breathing more heavily than normal from the exertion, she smiled at his oddly old-fashioned romantic gesture. He made no attempt to lead her back to her seat and the DJ began to play a slow song next.
Carol found herself enfolded in his powerful arms and allowed her head to sink sideways onto his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He had both arms wrapped around her back, both appropriately above her waist, one touching the bare skin where the dress material didn’t reach, one just above her waist. His touch was gentle yet commanding—compelling even—as they slowly pirouetted across the floor. She opened her eyes to realize he had danced her into the furthest corner of the dance floor, the most dimly lit. One hand continued to hold her as the other slid slowly downward until inevitably it was cupping one cheek of her ass through the thin fabric of her dress.
His hand began a rhythmic massaging movement which she found quite pleasurable. The movement appeared to transfer itself to her leg without his hand leaving her ass. Her eyes shot wide open as she realized what he was doing. The massaging movement was, in fact, the movement of his hand as he slowly gathered the fabric of her dress there, inching the hem higher and higher. From the air flow to her leg she felt he was already exposing her stocking top to anyone who could see.
Looking out into the seating area, her face a mask of shock, she could see Chris and Rebecca watching her closely. Chris’s arm was below the level of the table and Rebecca was watching her, her tongue flicking her lips, as if in anticipation.
By the end of the song, Carol knew Robert had coolly exposed her leg almost to the level of her crotch—the dark band of her garter would be clearly visible against her skin. As the music faded and Robert stepped back from her, releasing the skirt to fall back down to its normal level, she shuddered, partly in fear of the public exposure, and partly in arousal and anticipation of whatever was going to happen next.
“You make a most engaging partner.”
Robert complimented her as he led her back to the table where Chris invited her to scoot in next to him. Robert took a gulp of his beer and held his hand out to Rebecca inviting her to join him on the dance floor.
Chapter 19
Lizzie smiled as Peter again sat opposite her, his eyes fastened onto the increased exposure of her legs. There was no way it could have been accidental and she watched the play of emotions across his face as his eyes devoured her legs, exposed now almost to the top of her thigh.
“Do you like what you see?”
He flushed again but raised his eyes to hers—she could see the hunger there as he nodded.
“Well, it wouldn’t be fair for Carol to have all the fun tonight, would it?”
At the mention of his wife’s name she could see the panic and guilt flare in his eyes.
“Don’t worry, honey, she knows I’m here. I planned it with her. There’s no need to feel guilty at all.”
She uncrossed her legs and stood, watching his disappointment wash across his face as the skirt slid back into place, cutting off his view.
“Don’t worry. You’ll see much more than that soon. Very, very soon.”
Lizzie moved around the coffee able to stand between it and his chair. There wasn’t quite enough room so she inched it back with one foot and began to slowly roll her hips from side to side as she stood there in front of him.
“I think the idea of watching Vicki perform did something for you, didn’t it, Peter?”
He licked his lips nervously, his eyes fixed on her undulating hips, which moved in time to the music.
“I think the idea of watching me dance like that would have the same effect, wouldn’t it?”
He nodded, his mouth remaining open as his brain attempted to process the information she was giving him.
“Is that what you want, honey? Do you want me to do a striptease for you, right here, right now? What do they call it, a lap-dance? Would you like you see your neighbor strip for you, Peter?”
* * * *
Rebecca left her seat, appearing somewhat reluctant, especially after the way Robert had behaved with his friend’s date. As she was his date it didn’t take much brainpower to work out he would take even more liberties with her. Almost on cue, as they reached the edge of the dance floor, the track ended and the DJ immediately began playing another slow one.
Carol couldn’t take her eyes away from the sight of the tall black man enfolding her friend in his arms and dancing in the direction of the dimly lit corner. She was so engrossed in the sight she ignored Chris’s hand which was beginning to worm its way up her thigh under her skirt.
“Don’t they make an arresting sight?”
Chris had leaned in to whisper in her ear as Robert’s hands settled one after another onto the cheeks of Rebecca’s ass. Startled, Carol turned to face him, only to find her face an inch from his. Naturally, he completed the movement and planted a kiss on her slightly parted lips. His tongue flicked playfully at her lips before he pulled away, nodding his head to indicate the dancing couple.
As she turned her head back to watch them, she took in several other patrons of the club, mostly male, and all intently watching the only couple dancing, Robert and her friend.
Whereas, with Carol, the man had only inched her skirt up a little bit at a time, otherwise maintaining a decorous hold, nothing could be further from the truth as he moved on one spot with Rebecca. The two hands had both been working on the skirt of her dress, and already th
e fabric was so bunched up, the entire length of her legs was on show for all to see, right up to, and including, a hint of the lower cheeks of her ass. Her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and he had bent his neck low in order to kiss her passionately. It was obvious to Carol, and she surmised to all the other people watching, that Rebecca was kissing him back with just as much vigor.
“You think she knows he’s got her skirt so high?”
Chris was whispering in her ear again, and this time she didn’t turn her head.
“I’m not sure.”
“I think she’ll know for certain when he starts to remove her thong.”
Carol’s mouth dropped open in shock and she gasped.
“He wouldn’t.”
“I’m as certain that he will attempt to, as I am that you are going to open those pretty legs of yours and let me feel your pussy.”
Carol gasped again, to cover the shiver that ran up her spine from her suddenly throbbing box.
“And what makes you think I’m going to let you do that?”
“The fact you didn’t say no straight away.”
His hand still lying on top of her thigh, now moved rapidly up to the meeting point between her leg and body. It slid around in front of her to rest on the junction of her legs which she had instinctively clamped closed.
At that moment she was watching intently as, in the dimly lit far corner of the dance floor, Robert skillfully worked the whole of Rebecca’s dress up to her waist and was now caressing her naked ass, on either side of the thin strip of material that covered her crack. They couldn’t quite see how he did it, but somehow Robert managed to hook his thumbs into the waistband of Rebecca’s thong without stopping kneading her backside. His hands jerked rapidly downward carrying the tiny garment all the way off onto the tops of her legs. Rebecca stiffened for a moment and then carried on kissing him as if his behavior was nothing untoward.
With a sigh, Carol gave into the insistent pressure from Chris’s hand, allowing her legs to part. Instantly his hand slipped down onto her treasured loins and she knew his fingertips could feel the heat and wetness through her panties.
The track ended and Rebecca reluctantly broke the kiss with her dance partner. As Chris rubbed her pussy slit through the increasingly sodden panties, Carol watched as Robert spoke to her and then dropped gracefully to his knees in front of her. His hands dropped to the top of the virtually removed thong which allowed the skirt of the dress to fall back covering her ass. With a single sweeping movement he pulled the now useless thong down, allowing it to fall to her ankles. Her dress dropped smoothly back into position and she lifted one foot and then the other to allow him to remove the item from where it lay atop her open-toed heels.
As gracefully as he had dropped to his knees, the tall man climbed back to his feet and, holding her panties in plain sight, led a blushing but obviously turned on and panting Rebecca back to the table. The panties were deposited in plain sight in the middle of the table and Rebecca was eased into the seat on the other side of Chris with Robert sliding in next to her.
Carol was amazed that Robert now didn’t touch Rebecca. She had shown herself more than willing but both his hands stayed above the table top as the two talked quietly together. Chris’s hand also left her crotch and the two couples now chatted as if nothing untoward had happened. Carol, though, was missing the intimate contact and realized her own need was building—deliberately or not Chris was stoking her fires.
* * * *
Lizzie continued to sway seductively from side to side in front of Peter, her hands moving all over her own body in counterpoint. One moment she was cupping her breasts, the next stroking her thighs. She turned around and thrust her ass toward him, continuing to grind her hips as she did so. Looking back over her shoulder she could see he was mesmerized by the sight in front of him. Her hands traveled round, almost of their own volition, out of his sight. When she turned he could finally see what she had been doing. The belt at her waist that held the two halves of the dress closed was now undone. The only fastening on the dress that prevented it falling open and displaying her charms to him was a large outsize button on her hip. The dress gaped from the neck all the way down to the button and from her hemline up to it. It was completely obvious to him that she was naked underneath the dress at the top.
She smiled as he continued to watch her dance for him, turning her back with her hands in front of him. When she turned to face him again she caught the momentary flash of disappointment that passed over his countenance. Obviously he had been hoping she was going to undo the button, something she hadn’t done. The disappointment was only momentary as he realized she had pulled the top halves of the dress further apart, revealing a large expanse of the inside of the globes of her breasts.
He was panting now, his eyes fixed on her gyrating hips as her hands moved with agonizing slowness toward that final fastening. Her hands unerringly found the button and she flicked it undone, making sure to keep hold of both halves of the dress as she did so.
“Do you want me to continue, lover?”
Her question was rhetoric, the bulge in his trousers was painfully obvious, and quite possibly painful to him as well. He licked his lips and nodded emphatically, obviously not trusting himself to speak.
Again she turned her back on him, this time suddenly grasping the two halves of the dress and holding them open to the sides. From the back Peter could only imagine what she was revealing to the empty room.
Lizzie, of course, knew she was displaying herself not to an empty room but the strategically placed camera from which her husband was almost certainly watching the live feed. Without Peter being able to see her, she blew Phil a kiss before closing the dress and turned to face her victim once more.
“Are you ready for this, Peter?”
Before he could make any movement to confirm his readiness, Lizzie moved almost violently. She threw the two sides of the dress out and back, revealing to Peter she was not only topless but fully naked underneath, except for the garters and stockings.
Her shoulders snapped back as her hands tugged downward and the dress slid backward off her shoulders, cascading to the floor behind her. She struck the same artful pose as she had done in the entrance hall earlier.
“Is this what you wanted to see, honey?”
Chapter 20
Chris caught the attention of one of the waiters who immediately came over to collect the drinks orders. His eyebrow twitched when he caught sight of the panties lying in the open on top of the table. Rebecca blushed scarlet which both of the guys found absolutely hilarious. Carol frowned at Chris for finding it amusing which merely made them laugh even harder. Robert leaned in and whispered something in Rebecca’s ear while nodding toward Carol. Her eyes flew wide open in shock and she gasped before leaning over and whispering in Chris’s ear. Chris shot an amused glance at the still horrified Carol and then leaned in to pass on the comment to her as well.
“Robert says if you think that’s bad you wait until we order breakfast. The room service waiter will see rather more than underwear.”
It was Carol’s turn to gasp but she was surprised to find her pussy throbbing gently at the implied exhibition of her own flesh. She swallowed nervously and turned her head to look into his eyes which she saw were sparkling with suppressed mirth.
A few minutes later, Chris suggested it was time they went up to the eighth floor suite. Rebecca reached for her panties but Robert’s hand snaked out and intercepted hers. Carol heard him say something to her but couldn’t quite distinguish the words. Whatever he said had the desired effect and, as they moved away from the table, Rebecca calmly left her knickers behind, lying forlornly on the table between the empty glasses.
Chris put his arm around Carol and led her past the entrance to the restaurant and into the lobby, making straight for the elevator, Robert following with his arm around Rebecca.
The elevator doors opened the moment they arrived and they were the only couple
s waiting. Carol knew instinctively what Chris was going to do the second the door closed, but was still surprised with the force with which he swung her round into his arms. Instinctively her arms went around his neck as they began to kiss. Just as instinctively his hands dropped below her waist to cup the cheeks of her ass through the dress. They didn’t stay still either, alternating massaging them and pulling them savagely toward him. This, of course, bought her belly into contact with his burgeoning erection.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few seconds, the bell pinged announcing their arrival on the eighth floor and Chris reluctantly let her go. She glanced over at Rebecca to see Robert had gone a lot farther than Chris had done with her. Rebecca’s skirt was up around her waist again and Robert wasn’t merely groping the exposed ass, but was running his finger enticingly across her asshole. His other hand had dipped lower still and, with her legs parted, was clearly stroking her pussy just as assiduously.
“Nice ass, bro’, but we’re here.”
Chris’s comment broke the spell and Rebecca stepped away from her partner for the evening, breathing heavily and attempting, without all that much success, to brush the skirt back down. It seemed to catch part way, leaving a scandalous length of leg above her stockings exposed.
“Leave it like that, honey, you’ve got beautiful legs, flaunt them a little, baby.”
Robert’s words brought a flush to Rebecca’s cheeks, although this time Carol was fairly sure it was one of healthy passion, not embarrassment.
