The two older men relent and leave Lisa to regain composure as the music ends. The show’s over and they all decide to spend an hour in the hotel casino before going home. Lisa stops drinking and sobers up quickly. She plays roulette with her boyfriend, and they wander around with Trent while George and Evan play Black Jack. Lisa is keeping her arms folded mostly and getting plenty of looks otherwise.
“Can I ride shotgun, Lisa?” Trent asks when they get back to the car. He gives her that same grin and wink again.
Lisa blushes. “Okay,” she says, meeting Evan’s glance.
Evan guides her with a hand upon her back. She scoots across the seat next to George. He helps her find the seatbelt. “It’s tricky,” he says and searches beneath her for it. She lifts, and he quickly gathers the skirt of her dress in back so when she sits her bottom is bare on the leather seat. He then clips the seatbelt across her, and both men tug the skirt of her dress from beneath and straighten it carefully across her thighs, inched up slightly. Trent is watching what they’re doing. He looks up to meet Lisa’s eyes but she’s sort of spaced out and can’t think straight.
Alan drives out from under a streetlight and onto the road, and the interior of the SUV darkens a little. Lisa can just feel the older men’s legs touching hers. They drive quietly through the city and onto the expressway for the 15 minute run down the coast.
George is first to do something. He clutches Lisa’s leg above her knee and makes her bite down on a giggle. Evan then probes her side and makes her squirm and squeak. “Yeah, she likes getting tickled,” he says and grips with two hands, kneading and digging into her ribs and making her shriek. “You do her legs, George,” Evan says and keeps up his attack. George clutches one leg then the other, tickling mercilessly and making Lisa wriggle and kick out. Her neighbour is watching intently and her boyfriend is craning back over his shoulder as much as he can.
The two attackers relent and have Lisa panting and giggling. She has her seatbelt undone and is pressed back against Evan with her legs across George. Evan touches her sides, threatening again. She claims his wrists. “No more crazy tickles – just nice ones, please?”
“Just nice ones, huh?” Evan says and starts stroking softly up and down. “Like that?”
“Uh huh…. That’s better,” Lisa utters. “It still tickles.”
“What about like this?” George asks, tracing slowly back and forth along her thigh.
“Mmm – that tickles too,” Lisa says, clutching the skirt of her dress and holding it tight where it’s hiked up to almost reveal her. “Uhh..hhh – that’s almost the wrong kind of tickles,” she tells them both then catches her boyfriend’s gaze.
They’re all watching George. He strokes over Lisa’s knee then gently up her inner thigh. Her legs are together but her thighs are slender. He traces all the way up to the hem of her dress. “Does that tickle, love?”
“Uh huh….” Lisa’s eyes roll past her neighbour watching intently. He’s looking diagonally across at where Evan is behind Lisa and is watching where a hand is hidden beneath her arm and moving discretely. There’s a finger inside the edge of her dress playing with a nipple. “Uhh..hhh,” she moans as George’s fingers brush up her inner thigh again and caress beneath where she’s holding her hem so tight.
“Ah, so that’s the spot,” George says with a low chuckle and he clutches softly high up her inner thigh. He then runs his fingers downward then flays them gently back up.
“Um – that’s um….” Lisa presses her dress down between her legs, biting a grin and blushing fully.
“I think that’s enough now,” Alan says, his voice raspy and dry. “I think that’s enough tickling.”
“No, that’s fucking awesome. You should keep doing it,” Trent says.
“Shut up, you!” Lisa tells her neighbour. She bends up her legs and pushes George with her feet. He claims them and massages.
“That doesn’t tickle, does it, love?”
“No, that’s just nice, thank you.”
Trent tilts his head to see under Lisa’s legs. She smooths a hand beneath there but can’t find the skirt of her dress and is still sitting bare on the leather seat. Trent chuckles. “What happened to your panties, Lisa?” He tilts his head for another look.
“Hey! Cut that out you little pervert!”
They’ve left the expressway and stop at lights. Alan turns for a look as well. Lisa waits while he does, not trying to cover herself this time. She’s not sure how much they can see anyway, especially since it’s quite dark and shadowy in the back seat. She feels exposed, with the cool air against the heat from her crotch. She also feels quite wet down there, her pussy lips slippery. George is casually rubbing her feet. She’s still lying back against Evan’s chest. She bites a lip as she meets her boyfriend’s eyes. The lights turn green and he faces forward and drives.
Evan strokes Lisa’s hair from her face as she peers back at him. “Are you comfy there?” he asks mildly.
“Uh huh…. This is fine,” she utters softly.
He strokes up and down her arm as they drive through the streets towards the edge of town. She has her arms against her sides, her breasts squished between them and no skin visible. Evan’s fingers traveling slowly upward extend across to caress over her nipple. It’s tight and aroused, and he’s teasing it with each stroke, well out of Alan’s line of site, being directly behind him. George is looking, however, and Lisa meets her young neighbour’s gaze again as he glances up from watching what Evan’s doing with her.
Lisa just blushes at her neighbour, who then smiles at Evan. “Awesome,” he whispers, glancing to check that Alan is distracted. Lisa then holds a breath as Evan’s hand closes over her breast and squeezes. He feels that one then relaxes with his hand coming to rest upon the other one. He’s sort of cuddling her against his chest now, and he just holds her breast and softly thumbs the nipple.
“So, what’s next? The night’s only young,” Evan says.
“Bedtime’s next for me,” Lisa replies with a yawn.
“For me too,” George agrees. “I’m done in, but what about tomorrow – are we going to the lake?”
“The lake? I thought we were just going to the beach here,” Evan says, still feeling Lisa’s erect nipple. She peers back up at him and he grins and squeezes her full breast. She can’t help arching up against his big hand. She bites her lip and squirms as he moves to her other breast and feels for that nipple as well. “We don’t need to go all the way to the lake, do we? Plenty of ladies go topless here.”
“Yeah, I guess. The lake has the option of full nude, though – in case Lisa wants to see some more naked dicks.”
Lisa giggles. “Hmm – but would I have to go full nude as well, or could I just go topless?”
“Hey – topless is fine…. Some just go as tourists and not undress at all.”
“What do you think, Alan?” Evan asks. “Are you cool with Lisa going topless for us?”
“Um….” Alan pulls up at the house and looks around. “I don’t know – do you want to, baby?” He looks at where Evan is still holding Lisa’s breast – his hand just resting there at the moment.
Lisa lifts her arms to fix her hair, sitting up and displacing Evan’s hand. “I guess I don’t mind. It might be fun to try it at least.”
“Alright – we’ll check out the naturalists at the lake then,” Evan goes on. “It’s fairer if it’s mixed nudity…. I’ll definitely try it. How about you guys?”
“I’m up for it. I’ve been a couple of times before,” George says.
“How about you guys?” Evan asks Alan and Trent. “Are you game to skinny dip or what?”
“Is it okay if I come along, Lisa?”
Lisa levels eyes on the young guy from across her street. “Hmm…. Will you go blabbing to everyone back home?”
“No – I can be adult when I want to be.”
“Yes, I’ve noticed that lately.” Lisa frowns. “If I catch you staring I’ll kick your arse.”
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Trent grins. “Hey it’s not just looking at you that’ll be the fun bit. It’s going to be watching you strip in front of a bunch of men. Can’t wait to see that!”
Everyone laughs. Lisa pushes her neighbour’s head but giggles too.
“I agree,” Alan says, silencing everyone instantly. All eyes are upon him.
“You agree?” Lisa asks him. “With what Trent said? About me stripping in front of everyone?”
Alan nods. “It’s going to be hot…. Can I bring the camera?”
“Alan!” Lisa cries, aghast.
“Hey, that’s a great idea – a couple of hot clips for us to keep,” George suggests. “I won’t mind being filmed. It would be amazing to have footage of you sunbathing topless, love.”
Trent aims his phone around everyone. “Can I help film? I’m pretty good at doing clips of stuff.”
“You can’t have any clips of me,” Lisa tells him.
“No – not to keep. I can just send them to you guys then delete them. I wouldn’t want to keep nude pics of you, Lisa. That would be weird with you being my favourite pretend sister and all.” He lowers the phone and snaps a pic beneath Lisa’s legs. He then checks it and smiles. Lisa just blushes as he shows everyone.
“Nice….” George says.
Evan takes the phone and enlarges the pic. He smiles. “Shaved, huh?”
“Not completely!” Lisa defends with slight indignation as she looks at the pic. She smooths both hands beneath her legs.
Evan hands the phone back to Trent, and he and Alan look at the screen together. Lisa just blushes and waits. “Not bad for a phone, huh?” Trent says and taps the screen again. “Look how clear you can see her um…. Like, how good the resolution is…. The clips come out just as good.”
“Okay – but you have to delete that now,” Lisa says to her neighbour. “Imagine if anyone saw it on your phone.”
“Sure, Lisa. No worries.”
“Could I have another look first, please?” George asks. Trent gives him the phone and he examines the picture still expanded on screen. “Yeah – that’s excellent resolution, isn’t it? Can actually see your slit quite well zoomed in like this, love…. You obviously do shave your pussy lips, but I thought I could make out a little landing strip at least – just the appearance beneath the fabric of your dress.”
George hands the phone back to Trent, who clicks a few times and shows Lisa the delete yes/no before completing that process.
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Their meeting in the parked car breaks up. Everyone wanders inside where Evan brews coffee. Alan follows Lisa upstairs. They each use the bathroom and meet in their bedroom. Lisa starts the conversation.
“Are you okay, Alan? You seem okay with everything.”
He shrugs. “Yeah, it’s cool. I don’t mind what’s happening. It’s a bit crazy, but it’s sort of interesting and fun too.”
“Even with George? He’s kind of old but sort of sexy too. Plus they both like touching me all the time.”
“Yeah, I noticed they’re both tickling you now and trying to cuddle you and that…. I’m not sure exactly how I feel seeing them do that…. Do they touch you at all when they tickle you – I mean touch you in that way?”
“Uh huh…. They’ve both been touching me a little bit – my bottom sometimes and quite high on my legs, and my boobs a little bit too.” Lisa moves close and slips her hands within Alan’s. “I don’t mind them doing it…. It’s so exciting that it makes me want to taste your cum again tonight – as soon as we come back up.”
“Yeah? Really? Like before?”
“Uh huh. I’m really turned on but I only want to do naughty stuff.”
“Oh shit. And I didn’t even know you had no panties on, baby. When did you do that?”
“Just when I put on this dress. It’s not very short, so I knew no one would be able to see. It just felt extra sexy…. I didn’t know Trent was going to take a pic like that.”
“Yeah, but at least he’s safe. He’s only Nick’s buddy.”
“I know…. I don’t mind if he helps you film me tomorrow…. It’s a little bit embarrassing to let him see me undress, but he’s already here and he knows what’s going on. And there’s no way he’ll tell anyone back home…. I’d hate for your little brother to see me nude again, but it doesn’t seem so bad with Trent…. I didn’t mind him taking that pic before. It was really exciting when the phone flashed under my legs like that. And then when you were all looking at the picture and zooming in…. You and Trent can take pics like that all the time and send them to Evan and George if you want.”
“Between your legs?” Alan mumbles into a kiss.
“Uh huh…. I’ll just keep still when you’re doing it. You and Trent can film me whenever you want and I won’t complain.”
“Oh yeah? Whenever we want, huh?”
“Yes, but can you tell Trent, please? It’s too weird to actually talk about it with him. I’ll just make sure I check his phone before we go home.”
“Okay – I’ll tell him,” Alan agrees but pauses in thought for a moment before going on. “And as for those old dudes touching you – I won’t say anything…. I’ll just let it happen, okay?”
Lisa nods, blushing and biting a lip. “We should go back down. Evan was making us coffee.”
“Alright. It was best that we talked, though. I think I’m okay with it all now.”
“Uh huh – me too…. I might change into my nightie. What do you think?”
“Um…. I guess…. Which one are you going to wear?”
Lisa goes to her drawer. “This one,” she says, holding up a short satin baby doll night dress. It’s yellow with frilly lace trim and just covers her crotch while fanning out broad and breezy. She quickly strips her dress and pulls it on. She checks the length in the mirror, smoothing a hand over her barely covered bottom. “Should I go without panties again? This is much shorter than my dress."
“Yeah – I guess…. They’ll probably try and grab you again.”
“Hmm – maybe….” Lisa moves close. “Or you guys could take another pic.”
“Okay…. Should I tell Trent right now so he knows he’s allowed? His phone does way better pics than mine…. I’m going to use my camera, but I need to charge the battery tonight.”
“Yeah – I shouldn’t have made him delete that other pic. He could have sent it to Evan and George.”
There’s a knock on the door and it cracks open. Trent pokes his head in. “Coffee’s ready.”
“Okay…. Wait,” Lisa calls after him. “Alan needs to speak with you,” she says, and when Trent steps into the room, she leaves the two of them and goes downstairs.
She finds the two older men in the kitchen. They both smile. “Wow – that’s pretty,” George says.
“Thank you.” Lisa pours herself a coffee then approaches them smiling and blushing.
“That’s really pretty, baby,” Evan says. “I haven’t seen that one before.”
“Well, I wasn’t going to just wear it around. It’s mostly for bed.”
“I love how short it is,” Evan goes on, stroking hair over Lisa’s ear and looking down at her body.
She has another sip of coffee and puts down her cup. She then lifts her arms to push back her hair and wind it into a band she has on her wrist. Both men tilt their heads to look at her legs. Evan puts an arm around her waist and pulls her close. She backs against him, and while her arms are still raised, he tickles her ribs. Lisa giggles and squirms. He does it again and she clamps her arms down. His arms are around her and beneath hers. He tickles again and she laughs and doubles over.
Alan and Trent appear in the kitchen doorway. Lisa looks at them but Evan probes her ribs again and she shrieks and wriggles. Her nightie has tiny shoulder straps which have slipped down her arms. She has one arm across her breasts to stop the garment from falling.
“Do you give in?” Evan teases.
“Bully!” Lisa shoots back.
Evan reaches down and c
lutches above a knee. She shrieks and squirms, grabbing his arm and pushing it away. She’s doubled over and has twisted to be facing away from the others watching. Evan’s arm still around her waist lifts and his hand closes over her left breast. Her hand is right there too but she just grips the top of her nightie and holds it, allowing him to feel for her nipple through the satin. He stands and she straightens with him. He picks up his coffee cup and has a sip. She just relaxes back against him and meets her boyfriend’s gaze, biting her lip as he glances at the hand on her breast.
Lisa fixes her shoulder straps. “You old guys are just big bullies,” she says back over her shoulder as she resumes fixing her hair. She’s still being held, and the hand on her breast squeezes – the thumb swiping back and forth over her firm nipple. She reaches for her cup and the hand slips to her waist.
“It’s just that you wear such perfect tickle clothes, baby,” Evan says, chuckling and taking hold of Lisa’s shoulders. He kneads them and draws her close again. She rests back against him and relaxes with the wonderful sensation. “You know we can’t resist if you dress like this….”
“Uh huh,” Lisa utters, placing her arm across her front as her shoulder straps slip again. Her head has rocked forward but she lifts it to peer across at the others watching. They’re all looking at her breasts. Evan reaches down over her shoulders and rakes upward, stretching her skin and lifting her breasts from beneath her folded arm, pulling them up out of her nightie a little bit. He then rubs down her front between them and rakes firmly upward, pulling them out a little more.
Trent holds up his phone and clicks. He approaches and points directly at Lisa’s chest, clicking again.
Evan rubs down her arms and gathers her shoulder straps. “Just lower this a bit more so we can nearly see your nipples,” he says. “Yeah – like that…. Take another pic, Trent.” Trent snaps another shot from in close. Even then lifts Lisa’s shoulder straps and fixes them for her. “Just a preview for tomorrow, okay?”
“Uh huh….” Lisa utters. “I don’t mind if you guys want pictures.”
Lisa resumes fixing her hair. Trent meets her eyes, his usual grin absent. “Can I take one up your nightie? You’ve still got no panties on, huh?”
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