“Um…. I wouldn’t say I love it.”
“But you don’t hate it?” Evan still has hold of her with one arm, his hand open upon her stomach and his big fingers extending around her side, his thumb pressing beneath her breast. “You like it a little bit, don’t you, baby?”
“Hmm – a little bit,” Lisa admits, biting her smile as she glances at the older man watching on.
“Plus that’s like the perfect tickle dress,” George suggests. “Any pretty girl wearing that is more or less asking for it.”
“No!” Lisa complains but giggles as Evan grabs her ribs again. “I am not asking for it,” she complains playfully.
“Especially braless…. How’s a man supposed to resist?” Evan goes on but doesn’t tickle that time.
“Absolutely!” George agrees. “Braless definitely suits that dress, though.”
“Damned straight it does…. Well, it suits YOU braless anyway, Lisa. Love the show at the sides here.” Lisa is holding Evan’s arm but he strokes her bare side softly. His fingers trace around the edge of her dress, downward then up to feel the bulge of her breast.
Lisa squirms her arm down. “Don’t. Alan might see you. And what’s his stupid brother and his friend doing here?”
“They just turned up, but don’t worry they’re not watching, baby.”
“Hmm – but you’re bad even when Alan IS watching!”
Evan chuckles over at his neighbour. “Lisa said she might come to the beach and go topless for us.”
“Evan!” Lisa cries. “You’re embarrassing me now.”
“Oh, don’t worry about George. Nudity’s nothing to him. He manages strippers for a living.”
“Oh really? That’s interesting. Just women or men too? I’d like to see male strippers.”
“Sure. Anytime, love. I manage both men and women. They’re all very professional – all stage performing. None of that one-on-one lap dancing you get at the strip joints. My crew are all trained dancers who tour and put on well produced performances.”
“Do you want a glass of wine?” Evan asks Lisa.
He leaves her to go into the kitchen. She sits in the deck chair beside George.
“And you manage them—what does that mean?”
“No, nothing to do with the creative side of things. I’m just a business manager – organizing gigs and handling the financials.”
Evan returns with Lisa’s wine and fresh beers. “We should take Lisa to The Palace if we can still get tickets.”
“Sure.” George checks his watch. “We could go tonight if you like? The ladies are up first. The guys won’t be on until about 10 – plenty of time to get there for that. Then the big finale with the whole crew to finish off…. We can use one of the balcony boxes. They’re not even open to the audience, but it’s a pretty good view.”
“Oh, can we really go?” Lisa asks excitedly. “I’d love to. But what should I wear? How formal is it?”
“That dress is perfect, love. Don’t change a thing,” George says simply.
Evan sprinkles some beer and turns the fish fillets on the barbeque. “Awesome. So we’ll have a feed and get ready.”
“Do we need some salad?” Lisa asks.
“Yeah, it’s all there on the counter. Just have to cut it up and toss it.”
“Okay.” Lisa leaves the men.
“I’ll give you a hand,” George says and follows.
Lisa starts on the tomatoes and George attacks a lettuce. “They’re all so attractive and glamorous. All entertainers usually are but especially exotic dancers,” Lisa enthuses.
“Sure, love, but away from the lights and make-up, they’re just regular people. And don’t believe what Evan said about an attractive girl like you doing nothing for me. Quite the contrary – the cut of that dress on you is more than a little enticing.” He tilts his head to look Lisa over. “Completely backless like that…. Nice perky breasts showing at the sides…. Do you have smallish nipples? I can see they’re set kind of high, which gives you a very sexy shape.”
“Uh huh – they’re kind of small, I guess,” Lisa answers, entranced.
The older man smiles. “Perfect…. And no panty lines, love – are you completely nude beneath your dress?”
“Yes,” Lisa utters.
George is leaning back to look at her bottom. “Yeah – very nice…. Are you going to stay that way for us tonight, love? It will be quite exciting for Evan and I, just knowing you’re bare beneath there. Just a pair of heels is all you need isn’t it, love?”
“Okay. And some make-up…. I’ll need 20 minutes. Is there enough time?”
“Of course! There’s plenty of time. We’ll take my SUV, and it’s only a 30 minute run this time of the evening. Your young fellow might have to do the driving, though. Evan and I have had a few beers already.”
“Alan will drive. I’ll tell him he’s not allowed to drink,” Lisa offers, finishing the capsicum and scraping it into the huge salad bowl they’re filling.
“I’ll just grate this carrot,” George says, and he edges past Lisa to reach the grater. He touches her waist, squeezing a little. “Don’t worry, I won’t tickle,” he says with a low chuckle.
Lisa’s blush fires up, her mind suddenly mush. “I really don’t mind that much.”
“Oh yeah?” He has the grater in one hand but grips her side with the other. Lisa flinches but stifles a giggle, biting her lip and smiling back at the older man behind her. He holds her gaze and does it again, his thick fingers probing her ribs this time and making her clamp her arm down.
“Hmm – that’s really ticklish there,’’ she says through an escaping giggle.
He chuckles low again. “And where else, love?” He runs fingertips down her back and up again, caressing lightly across her shoulders. “What about your neck?”
“Uh huh – everywhere when you do it softly like that. Especially my legs…. But I don’t know why I’m telling.”
“Ooh leg tickling sounds like fun. The back, the front or in between?”
“Um…. I’m not saying!” Lisa says through another giggle as her ribs are attacked again. She clamps both arms down tight as two sets of fingers probe her sides. She’s stifling her laugh so no one will hear, and she’s squirming and wriggling back against the guy. He’s looking down over her shoulder. She relaxes her arms and holds his wrists. “Okay, but not too rough,” she whispers.
He stops clutching her and just strokes softly up and down her sides.
“Mmm – that still tickles,” Lisa utters through her blush, almost swooning now as she rocks back against the older man.
“I like how white your tits are, love. It’s very sexy, the fact that they’re obviously not usually exposed.” His fingertips travel up the edge of her dress and he lightly strokes the sides of her breasts. “Does that tickle?”
“Uh huh…. Plus I’m not so sure I should be letting you do it.” Lisa leans to one side to see out the window. Her boyfriend and neighbour are still kicking the football around. Evan is facing away and talking on his phone.
“Don’t worry – no one’s watching, love.” George does a soft tickle of Lisa’s sides.
She squirms and grips his wrists. “Uhh..hhh but I don’t really even know you, except that you’re a friend of Evan’s.” She leans forward and checks the window again. Evan has called out to the guys down the back yard. George clutches the back of her thigh and tickles. She jumps and giggles. He chuckles and tries it again but she pushes against his arm. “Don’t! They’re coming now.”
The older man holds up his hands. “Okay, no more for now. Let’s get this salad finished.”
“Good. No more for now,” Lisa echoes. “Can I trust you?”
She edges in front of him, collecting the grater. He just holds her waist, his hands slipping lower as she moves past. He gives her bottom a squeeze and she glances and meets his eyes. She picks up the carrot he had peeled earlier and grates it into the salad bowl. He leans on the counter beside her, res
ting on an elbow and looking at her breasts.
“You’re a very sexy girl, love. Do you often tease old dudes like me?”
Lisa bites a grin. “Actually no – this is my first time.”
“Oh, so it’s deliberate?”
Evan comes in. “How are we going in here – all good?”
“Lisa was just going to tell me why she’s decided to tease us old guys all of a sudden.”
Evan grins. “Oh yeah? I was sort of wondering about that myself, baby. You’re definitely getting me extra interested this visit.”
Lisa shakes her head, blushing fully. She rolls her eyes. “This is so embarrassing.”
“What is, love? We’re all cool here. You can tell us.”
Lisa takes the salad bowl and walks as far as the door. The guys are washing up at the garden hose. She takes a breath and faces the two older men. “I was already feeling sort of interested anyway, and then I met an older lady who told me all about having an affair with some other man while her husband knew all about it. And now I’m way curious!”
With that, Lisa turns and leaves the men staring after her with their mouths open. She puts the salad bowl on the table. The three younger guys are jostling and playing. They jump up onto the deck laughing.
“Hey, Lisa, what’s up?” Alan’s little brother Nick asks.
“You. That’s what’s up. What are you doing here?”
Nick grins cheekily. “I missed ya.”
“Bullshit. What happened to that party – where’s Elle?”
“She dumped me, the stupid bitch.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“No, I don’t even care…. Are we really going to the topless beach tomorrow?”
Lisa glares. “Not with you! No chance!”
“Aw, come on, me and Trent have seen your boobies before.”
“Yeah, you little shit. Don’t think I’ve forgotten either.”
George and Evan are chuckling. “So, what happened?” Evan asks.
“It was frigging years ago,” Trent says. “The bathroom door was half open and she was looking at them in the mirror with her robe hanging down her arms. They weren’t as big as they are now, though.”
Lisa glares at her boyfriend’s pain-in-the-arse little brother and his equally annoying friend, who have been her neighbours all their lives. “I don’t think they’re old enough to go with us tonight,” she says to the others.
“Go with us where?” Alan asks.
“We’re going to a strip show at The Palace. George is taking us,” Evan explains, serving the fish. “Come on, Lisa, let the boys come along. You guys are over 18, aren’t you?”
“I’m nearly frigging 19. I’m not a kid,” Trent says.
“You’re a kid to me!” Lisa shoots at him as she serves salad for herself and her boyfriend. She serves the two boys as well, knowing they won’t eat any unless someone puts it on their plate.”
“Anyway we can’t go. We have to go home tonight,” Nick grumbles. “Dad rang and wants to start on that stupid new renovation job in the morning.”
Lisa giggles. “Good one Mr Carter! He probably figured you came to spoil my vacation.”
“Yeah, but I don’t have to go.” Trent complains. “Can’t I hang around, Evan? I’ll do the mowing if I’m allowed to stay for the weekend. It’s boring as shit at home with my aunty staying.”
“When do you have to leave?” Evan asks Nick.
“Soon…. Three hours to drive and Dad wants to start at 6 in the morning. He’s already pissed that we took off.”
Lisa giggles again. Her boyfriend’s brother pulls a face at her.
“Do you mind if Trent stays, Lisa?” Evan asks. “It’s your call.”
Lisa meets her young neighbour’s grin. He is a bit of a pain but only when the two of them are teamed up. Otherwise he’s usually okay and a bit more mature. He also gets on well with Alan and they often fish together. She has no intention of denying him but pretends to have to think about it for a long moment.
“Hmm – my call, huh? What’s in it for me, Trent?”
The others all chuckle. Trent is still grinning. “I’ll be your best friend,” he tries.
“Um – no thanks,” Lisa replies. “How about you promise not to bug me for about a year?”
Trent laughs. “Cool. Easy.”
“Yeah – we’ll see…. You bugged me all through school with your silly gang of boys, and every time I visit home you pair seem to be there and never seem to grow up.”
“Yeah, but I don’t have a real sister, so who else was I supposed to hack on?”
Everyone laughs some more. Lisa just shakes her head in defeat.
George chuckles in support of Lisa. “Alright but no alcohol for either of you young blokes. You pair have to chauffeur us old-timers. That’s the cost of getting in to see the titty show.”
“Aw shit. It sucks that I can’t come,” Nick whines. “I’m coming back on Sunday, though!”
4
Lisa rides in front, with her boyfriend driving and her neighbour in the middle in back. They arrive at The Palace Hotel in the city at about 10 and are let past the rope barrier to climb the stairs to the balconies. They pick the one closest to the stage.
“Oh my god, this is awesome!” Lisa gushes immediately.
There are a half a dozen virtually nude men acrobatically flying all over the stage, climbing poles and doing summersaults everywhere. The music is pumping. The guys are all shiny and ripped. The have bands on their arms and legs, native type head dresses and little garments that are barely more than sheaths for their cocks.
Lisa stands at the edge of the balcony to watch in awe, her boyfriend beside her and Evan leaning next to her as well. Alan and Trent both get in several complaints before the female dancers join in. By this time the men are fully nude and Lisa is further fascinated to watch their large dicks and balls flopping around. She’s tingling all over.
Evan leans around in front of Lisa to ask her boyfriend, “Which one’s your favourite, man?”
“Mine’s the dark guy right there in the middle,” Lisa says gaily.
Evan laughs. “I like the redhead with pointy tits.”
“I like the blond,” Alan declares.
“Yeah – go for it, Alan!” Evan cheers, reaching around Lisa’s back to push him.
George returns from getting fresh drinks. Lisa is already light-headed but accepts another glass of wine. “What are you drinking, Lisa?” her neighbour asks, smiling like a fool and sticking his head over her shoulder.
“It’s just wine,” she tells him, and she shifts along so he can get to the edge of the balcony and look down at the show. Evan is still next to her. George approaches her other shoulder and they move along a bit further to let him in. Lisa is then between the two older men and can feel them looking at her breasts quite regularly as the show begins to surge towards a climax. The two man are standing close, both of their bodies lightly pressing against Lisa. George touches her back as he leans around to say something to Evan. Lisa doesn’t hear what’s said but they both laugh. George’s fingers caress her skin as he leans back. They trail down to her waist then brush her bottom.
“Good show, huh?” Evan asks into her ear, his arm going around her, his fingers gripping her side.
“It’s amazing. I love it!” Lisa calls back. The music is pounding now.
Evan keeps his arm around her. George is looking down at her breasts. His hand is by his side and his fingers are touching the hem of her dress, sort of fiddling with it and stroking her leg. Lisa peers up at George. He meets her eyes and squeezes her leg more obviously. She peers from him to Evan. Evan strokes the side of her breast and looks down at them again. George strokes up the back of her thigh beneath the hem of her dress. She touches his arm and holds it as he squeezes her bottom. Evan is holding a beer glass in his free hand but uses a finger to stroke the side of her other breast as well.
Lisa’s boyfriend and neighbour are watching the grand finale. She co
ntinues looking from one older man to the other. Evan lowers the arm around her and takes his beer glass in that hand. George stops feeling her bottom and changes hands with his beer as well. He then strokes the side of Lisa’s left breast while Evan continues feeling her right. She lifts her arms slightly for them. Evan is the first to cup her breast more fully, feeling her through her dress. He squeezes it quite firmly while George watches. Lisa has closed her eyes but opens them to see her neighbour peeping around George’s shoulder and watching as well. She catches his glance and blushes fully as she presses her arms across her chest.
Evan turns away with the pretence of innocence. George takes a swig of his beer. Lisa meets her young neighbour’s gaze again, guiltily. He rolls his eyes toward Alan then gives Lisa a grin she knows as one of solidarity, and he winks. She does a mock horror frown and giggles. He mouths the words ‘don’t worry, I won’t tell’.
Evan has turned back and caught the exchange. He gives Trent a nod and smile. He then worms a hand beneath Lisa’s arm and cups her breast again, squeezing and thumbing the erect nipple. Lisa looks from Trent to Evan. She then looks down at the hand feeling her and holds her breath – her chest lifting and bracing as the other man’s hand closes over her free breast and squeezes firmly as well.
Lisa is in a daze. She lifts her arms up and forward a little. The two men are each tweaking a nipple, the tingles filtering through her belly and warming between her legs. She looks at Trent again. He glances up from watching what the older men are doing to her. George leaves off feeling her breast and smooths a hand down her back to squeeze her bottom. He does that through her dress then slips his hand beneath and feels her bare, squeezing one cheek then the other.
Lisa clutches George’s arm and holds it. His thick fingers are opening her and probing close to her anus. She’s holding her wine glass in her other hand and still has that arm lifted, but Evan suddenly slips his hand in through the side of her dress, and she clamps that arm down to stop him. Trent keeps checking that Alan is distracted, but the show is winding up.
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