by Bridy McAvoy
He gave her a mock florid bow. She laughed and reached up to kiss him on the lips as he straightened back up.
“Beer and talk first, honey, then some food and then we’ll have some fun.”
“Okay, do you need any help with the barbeque?”
He was looking at the unlit unit quizzically. Lizzie laughed again.
“Silly boy. You are the barbeque. Hot spit roast. My personal favorite. The food is in the kitchen already prepared, except for the finger foods and sushi!”
She laughed again, this time the other two looked up to see why.
“Oh, I see.”
Not used to anyone being this forward, Peter took a big gulp of his beer to try and hide his initial embarrassment.
Chapter 30
Knowing he would want to watch, Carol left the door open as she opened the first bag on the rail. Phil had, of course, sat square on to the open door in order to be able to watch her. Carol hefted the bag in one hand, realizing it felt very light. She unzipped the bag and looked at its meager contents. Providing most of the bag’s weight was a pair of white spike heels, the rest of its contents consisted of the obligatory white nylons, a tiny garter belt, a pair of diaphanous tie-on panties and an equally see-through baby doll nightie with spaghetti straps and a single lace tie at the front.
Carol looked over at Phil who checked his watch and then made a hurry up motion before settling back to watch her impromptu striptease. She slipped off her comfortable flat shoes and unsnapped the button at the top of her jeans before lowering the zip fly. Deliberately provocative, she turned to face him, the open v of her fly showing the bright white of her plain white panties. He cocked his head in appreciation and she wriggled and shimmied to help lower them down without dragging the underwear with them. Finally, the tight jeans were gathered around her ankles and she sat down on the toilet seat to pull them clear. She folded them and laid them to one side before lifting one of the stockings and smoothing it up her leg, repeating the process with the second one.
Unable to tease by postponing the moment any longer, she grasped the hem of her tee shirt with both hands in a cross-over hold, jerking it up and clear in one simple motion. Her plain white cotton bra was as utilitarian as the matching panties. She debated whether to shed the bra or the panties first and decided to begin with the top covering. Reaching behind, she unsnapped the hook and shrugged her shoulders forward in order to pull the bra free and clear. There was no deliberate faked coyness in her movements as she displayed her breasts to her neighbor. Glancing down, Carol realized, as ever, the exposure was having an effect on her. Either from the cool air conditioned temperature or from excitement, her nipples had already begun to harden. Still sitting, she reached down and pushed the waistband of the panties down and off her hips.
Raising her body a couple of inches, she lowered the garment onto her thighs and then over the stockings to fall to the floor. Knowing Phil’s instructions about garter belts, she reached for this next and fastened it around her waist. To give him the show he evidently wanted, she then stood and leaned forward from the waist to pull the stockings higher and then fasten them to the garters, two straps on each leg, one in front, and one behind each thigh. As she leaned back slightly to fasten the rear garters, she caught Phil in a soundless whistle, obviously impressed by her display, despite seeing her body many times before. She smiled at him, comfortable once again with her nudity in front of him.
Pulling the skimpy panties up her legs, she positioned the tiny triangle of fabric to cover her mound, only to find cover was a fairly meaningless word. The material was so thin and transparent every little detail was visible through it. As she adjusted it into place, her fingers brushed across her slit, picking up a trace of her moisture and she realized the moisture would soon soak into the fabric making it even more transparent. The ties on the side of her panties had to be adjusted to fit properly and she quickly completed the process before slipping the baby doll over her head and pulling it snugly down to fit. One of her nipples was covered by a large red embroidered heart but the other was otherwise on show through the see-through material. Finally finished, she strolled back into Phil’s office where he waved her to the couch opposite him.
“Is there a reason for this getup?” she asked as she sat down across from him, purposely crossing her legs to stretch her thigh for his viewing pleasure, but also to conceal her pussy from his gaze. He just smiled at her, his eyes continuing to drink in her beauty.
“In a minute, sweetie, don’t be impatient.”
Phil stood, finally tearing his eyes away from Carol’s scantily clad body, and lifted the coffee tray from the table, placing it on a side table out of the way. He started gathering up the project paperwork as well. Carol began to move to help him, but he waved her back to her seat. Finishing clearing the table completely, he looked at his watch. Finally he handed her a plain black sleep mask and motioned her to slip it on. Almost on cue there was a light tap on the office door.
“Ah, right on schedule.”
Carol swallowed hard as she adjusted the mask over her eyes, cutting off her view of whoever was about to enter the room.
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The buffet Lizzie served for the four of them was as delicious as Peter had anticipated it would be, and the conversation had remained light and flirty without becoming overtly sexual. Finally, Rebecca gave Lizzie a hand clearing the oversized patio table before the two women returned from the kitchen to join Susie and Peter. Peter noticed they were holding hands as they walked across the deck. Instead of rejoining the other two at the table, they moved to the balustrade around the edge of the deck directly in Peter’s line of sight. Susie leaned over from the sling-back chair next to him and breathed in his ear.
“Sit back and enjoy, honey, this is going to be some show, especially as Lizzie has planned this. When she wants you to join in, she’ll let you know.”
Susie sat back again and he felt a slight pressure on his thigh. Looking down, he saw the tall blonde had placed her petite manicured hand on his leg. He glanced in her direction and she caught his eye, winked, and then dropped her sun glasses down from the top of her head and turned her face back toward the other two women. Peter licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry in anticipation of the next few minutes.
Lizzie led Rebecca over to the balustrade and spoke quietly to her. Rebecca nodded and, letting go of Lizzie’s hand, turned her back to Peter and Susie, and placed both hands on the rail, standing there looking out over the garden, leaning slightly forward as she did so. A moment later, Lizzie reached over the rail and pulled something glitteringly metallic into view. Peter was initially unsure what it was until she deftly snapped it open and then closed again, this time around Rebecca’s wrist. She had just handcuffed the woman in place. She walked around to the other side of Rebecca and repeated the procedure. Obviously the handcuffs had been placed in position previously, one end around the spindle of the balustrade. With her hands handcuffed to the rails some three feet apart, Rebecca, his neighbor, was now quite obviously powerless to prevent Lizzie from doing whatever she wanted to her defenseless body.
Lizzie smiled at her audience and then reached out a hand to gently stroke Rebecca’s back through the thin sundress. The woman flinched at the touch and then relaxed as Lizzie leaned in and gently kissed Rebecca’s shoulder, bringing another small shudder from her. Meanwhile both hands were now stroking the captive woman’s back, gently massaging her from her waist up to her shoulder blades and back again. Her tormentor now moved around to the side, to give a more unobstructed view to Peter and Susie, both now intent on the action unfolding in front of them.
With a start Peter remembered Carol’s comments about Rebecca’s back being worse than hers from the abuse against the rough wall mid-week and then relaxed as he realized Rebecca was showing no sign of distress. His movement didn’t go unnoticed by Susie, communicated from him to her hand still gently resting on his thigh.
“She’s fine, hon, Lizzie
checked with her first.”
Susie had obviously been well briefed by her best friend and her whispered comment allayed the remnants of fear still lurking in Peter’s brain. Meanwhile, Lizzie had moved closer to her captive and one of her hands had fallen lower to stroke the brunette’s backside through the thin cotton of her dress. Her lips weren’t still either, having moved slowly upward from her shoulder onto the exposed flesh of Rebecca’s neck as the latter tilted her head away to provide access. Peter’s imagination was beginning to run wild, he already had visions of a naked Lizzie cavorting with an equally unclothed Rebecca and his cock was now hard, and getting uncomfortable in the confines of his trousers. To make matters worse, there was no way he could adjust himself without his blonde neighbor noticing, her hand on his thigh effectively immobilizing him.
Lizzie moved her mouth round onto Rebecca’s cheek and the captive’s face turned to look at her, allowing Lizzie to take possession of her lips. The kiss, light at first, quickly deepened as the level of passion mounted. For the first time in real life, as opposed to on screen, Peter was watching two pretty women kiss each other, passionately. The sight was highly erotic and he couldn’t help shifting slightly in his seat as it had its effect on him. Beside him, Susie chuckled quietly, her amusement at his reaction bringing a flush of embarrassment to his cheeks.
The hand on Rebecca’s ass began to slowly gather the material of the skirt, imperceptibly lifting the hem of the dress higher and higher. The other hand reached to the back of her neck and casually flicked the hook and eye open, allowing free access to the zip down the center of the secured woman’s back. As Rebecca realized her captor was about to expose her flesh to the air and her audience, she let out an audible moan and Lizzie looked back across the deck to ensure she had her audience’s full and rapt attention. More and more of the backs of Rebecca’s bare legs were revealed to the avid gaze of the two people watching. The other hand was slowly drawing the zip down the expanse of Rebecca’s back. Soon the expanding v of bare flesh down the center of her back confirmed to the watchers that she was not wearing a bra. Peter had suspected as much earlier but it was now obvious as the bare flesh showed no trace of the otherwise ubiquitous bra strap.
He was fully hard now, his rigid cock tenting his trousers to the extent it was painful but, given the embarrassment he felt at Susie’s reaction the last time he’d moved, he tried hard not to do so again. Susie must have been watching him out of the corner of her eye behind the sunglasses because her hand, up till now resting on his thigh, began a smooth gentle stroking movement.
“It’s okay, honey, if you need to adjust it, we won’t mind. In fact, you can take it out if you want, you don’t really want an obstruction to all that blood flow, do you? In fact, if you ask nicely, I’ll even take it out for you.”
Her low chuckle emphasized her comment and Peter was left in a quandary as, in front of him, Lizzie had now raised the hem of Rebecca’s dress far enough to expose the bottom edge of her black lace panties.
Chapter 31
Carol became aware she was panting in a mixture of fear and desire, as she heard Phil open the office door. She sat still, unwilling and, in part, unable to move as she wondered who he was allowing to see her like this. Obviously it had to be someone he trusted otherwise it wouldn’t be happening, but she had no idea who it was.
“Hello, you’re right on time. Come in.”
She heard Phil greet the visitor but that was all, whoever the man was he didn’t answer. A moment later, the thought struck her—maybe it wasn’t a man. She tried to suppress the gasp but knew from Phil’s chuckle she’d failed to do so as she heard him close the door and then the click as he flicked the privacy lock into place.
Given there was no sound from the visitor, Carol could only continue to guess at his, or her, identity, which was obviously Phil’s intention. She felt, rather than heard, a presence behind her and then someone’s breath on her exposed neck.
“Stand up, sweetie.”
Phil’s whisper betrayed his identity as the man standing behind her and she took a deep breath before slowly pushing herself into a standing position. Carol knew merely standing in such flimsy attire was enough to display her body to the stranger, and struggled to control the natural impulse to wrap her arm across her boobs and place her other hand in front of her pussy. Somehow she resisted the impulse knowing, if she did so, Phil would simply order her to drop her arms to her sides. Instead, she arched her back slightly, and clasped her wrists together behind her, deliberately pushing her breasts up and out. Still there was no sound from the other person in the room and she felt Phil standing beside her once more.
“I’m going to guide you up onto the table now, sweetie, just follow my lead.”
It had been obvious to Carol from the moment Phil had started clearing the table that he had some use in mind for it. Deftly and gently, he guided her to a position on all fours on the table, the hard surface cold against her hands and stocking-clad knees.
“Doesn’t she make a pretty picture?”
Phil was now talking to the other person who still refrained from answering.
“Now, you have free choice, which end would you like? Front or back.”
As he made his outrageously licentious offer, Phil’s hand was gently massaging her ass and Carol gasped as she realized the implication she was about to be doubled up on.
“I’ll stay where I am then.”
Obviously the stranger had signed his decision to Phil and had elected to take pleasure from Carol’s mouth. In the meantime, Phil had now placed both hands on her backside and was kneading the flesh of her cheeks with slow circular motions. She felt the presence of someone near her face and lifted her head as if to look at them, although the sleep mask prevented her seeing anything at all.
A hand appeared on her chin, and began to gently stroke both the chin and her cheek. With a start Carol realized the hand was quite small and very smooth, so the person in front of her was almost certainly a woman. This was confirmed a second later as the woman ran the sharp edge of a long fingernail gently down her face.
“Oh!”
Carol’s soft exclamation brought a chuckle from behind her, which didn’t quite drown out the rustle of clothing both in front of and behind her as her two soon to be sexual partners prepared themselves for action.
At that moment Carol remembered something she had entirely put out of her mind. She was wearing the contents of bag number one from the small bathroom. There were six other bags, so this was probably going to happen several times more! She gasped again.
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As the skirt was lifted higher and higher, revealing more and more of Rebecca’s shapely black lace clad ass to his view, it was becoming more and more uncomfortable for Peter’s rock hard dick. Finally, he put his drink on the edge of the table and reached down and popped the button on his fly open and then slipped the zip down. The trousers immediately folded away in a v from the tent his rigid erection made in his striped boxers, and he glanced to one side to see Susie watching him with a smile on her face, her eyes masked by the sunglasses.
“That’s better, honey. Take the pressure off.”
All the time her hand was continuing to stroke his thigh, almost imperceptibly moving higher up his leg toward his crotch. He turned his attention to the increasingly erotic show in front of him.
Lizzie had slipped one hand inside the deep v of the open back of Rebecca’s dress and was massaging the exposed naked skin. Her other hand, in the meantime, now lifted the skirt above the waistband of her panties revealing the whole black lace garment to the two people watching. Deftly she bunched the thin fabric up and lodged it in the tiny belt around the captive brunette’s waist, leaving her hand free to wander down and begin to massage the fleshy mound. Soon her other hand joined its partner, and Rebecca grabbed the balustrade she was handcuffed to for support as she moaned out her passion at the treatment being meted out to her.
The hostess now turn
ed her face to look at the other two, still passive, participants in the afternoon’s activities.
“What do you think, Susie? Do you think it’s time for her panties to come off?”
She was clearly staring straight at Peter as she said this, her eyes drinking in the sight of his erect member, still hidden by his boxer, with Susie’s hand now perilously close to it.
“Definitely.”
Rebecca moaned at Susie’s response.
“What about you, Peter?”
The thought of watching Lizzie slowly strip Rebecca’s panties down those long legs sent a shiver through his body and his penis jerked in counterpoint.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”
Rebecca shuddered and moaned again, obviously her own passion building. Beside him, Peter noticed Susie’s breathing had become more strained as she, too, grew more and more turned on by what was happening.
Lizzie hooked her fingers in the top of the black lace garment and, still standing to one side, began to slowly roll the elastic down onto her captive’s hips. She paused half way and straightened up to lean in, giving Rebecca another long searching kiss, all the while her hand massaging the exposed upper section of her ass cheeks. Finally, she resumed the movement, drawing the garment down onto Rebecca’s creamy thighs where she again paused for a passionate kiss. There were a few discolorations visible on Rebecca’s otherwise flawless skin and Peter noticed she hadn’t quite healed from her experiences in mid-week. Like Carol, though, she was well on the way. With a start he realized it was the first time he’d thought about his wife since the whole event had started.
The guilty thought was quickly dissipated though as, at that moment, Susie decided to take matters further and wrapped her hand around his rock-hard cock through his boxers. His involuntary movement brought another quick smile from her as she began to stroke her dainty hand up and down it. Her face, though, turned back to watch as Lizzie completed the process of sliding Rebecca’s underwear down her long legs. Obligingly, Rebecca lifted first one foot and then the other, allowing Lizzie to complete the process, leaving her naked from the waist down.