pumps to finish her outfit. This was the most daring thing she’d ever done, going out in public half dressed. Her pussy was wet from all the ideas she’d dreamt up while dressing. Farrin wondered if they would be able to see her essence on her naked thighs when the time came.
* * * *
Lyle pulled his vehicle beside hers. He wore a sly grin she’d seen the night they played principle, librarian, and student. He wore shorts and a T-shirt with sandals.
“Hi,” he said lightly, waiting for her to gather her purse. “Are you as excited as I am?”
“Actually, I’m very relaxed,” she started and laughed at the grim look he gave her. “All right. I’m a bit nervous, but mainly about driving over here dressed like this.” He looked at her from head to toe and smiled broadly. “You naughty girl. There’s nothing under that shirt, is there?”
“Of course, I’m wearing my gift.”
“Me too,” he confessed, letting his hand drop to his crotch, giving his cock a tug. He reached to take her arm. “Ready?”
“Yes.” Van opened the door before they got to it. He was a sight, she decided, wearing only a pair of black silk boxers. Lyle let out a wolf whistle at the sight of him.
“Come in, you two. Let’s get a drink.” His voice was calm and even. He waited to lock the door behind them and ushered them to the poolside. It was beautiful, Farrin decided. Twinkling lights lit up the yard and patio area. The underwater pool lights were on, reflecting the rippling water.
“I decided on margaritas tonight. Either of you prefer something different?”
“Not me. Margarita night it is,” Lyle answered.
“That’s fine with me, too.” Suddenly she was nervous. She put her bag on the patio near the back door and hesitated. With a deep breath, she reminded herself she could end this whenever she wanted, if she wanted. Accepting a glass of the cold concoction from Van, he proposed a toast.
“To good friends,” he said, and everyone agreed, clinking their glasses before taking their first sips.
“I feel over dressed,” Lyle said, putting his aside. He kicked off his sandals and tugged his T-shirt over his head. He tossed it toward a lounge chair while dropping his shorts. One step and he was out of them. “Well, what do you think, Van?” He turned in a circle showing off his boxers.
“You look just right for tonight, Lyle.”
Both men glanced to her. “Okay,” she said, handing Van her drink. Each button was opened slowly, starting at the top. She shook the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the patio. Standing tall, she knew what the men saw. While the heels and the chemise gave her the illusion of being taller, the white cord was wrapped around her waist, tied in a loose knot. She used her fingers to comb back her hair before looking to them.
“Wow,” Lyle said. “You look amazing.”
“I’ll second that,” Van added, handing her glass back. It was all so natural, she almost laughed at the angst she’d started to feel.
“So, we all look the part. Now it’s your turn to tell us what our parts are.” She looked directly at Van, and he smiled.
“Do you trust me, Lyle?”
“Of course, Van. I trust you implicitly.” He smiled at the other man, a half smile she’d seen before. Just like the day she watched the men fuck in the office.
“Farrin, do you trust me in this situation? Are you comfortable?” Both men stared at her, and she was thankful the dark lighting hid the burning embarrassment flooding her cheeks and neck.
“I’m comfortable so far. If the situation changes, I’ll let you know.” Van gave her a quick nod in acknowledgement. He walked to the seating area and sat in one of the chairs. “Lyle, why not top off our drinks?”
“Of course, your wish is my command.” He went to the bar and grabbed the pitcher, pausing to refill each of their glasses.
“Come and stand before me, both of you.”
Farrin noted the slight change in Van’s tone and knew the game
* * * *
Lyle pulled his vehicle beside hers. He wore a sly grin she’d seen the night they played principle, librarian, and student. He wore shorts and a T-shirt with sandals.
“Hi,” he said lightly, waiting for her to gather her purse. “Are you as excited as I am?”
“Actually, I’m very relaxed,” she started and laughed at the grim look he gave her. “All right. I’m a bit nervous, but mainly about driving over here dressed like this.” He looked at her from head to toe and smiled broadly. “You naughty girl. There’s nothing under that shirt, is there?”
“Of course, I’m wearing my gift.”
“Me too,” he confessed, letting his hand drop to his crotch, giving his cock a tug. He reached to take her arm. “Ready?”
“Yes.” Van opened the door before they got to it. He was a sight, she decided, wearing only a pair of black silk boxers. Lyle let out a wolf whistle at the sight of him.
“Come in, you two. Let’s get a drink.” His voice was calm and even. He waited to lock the door behind them and ushered them to the poolside. It was beautiful, Farrin decided. Twinkling lights lit up the yard and patio area. The underwater pool lights were on, reflecting the rippling water.
“I decided on margaritas tonight. Either of you prefer something different?”
“Not me. Margarita night it is,” Lyle answered.
“That’s fine with me, too.” Suddenly she was nervous. She put her bag on the patio near the back door and hesitated. With a deep breath, she reminded herself she could end this whenever she wanted, if she wanted. Accepting a glass of the cold concoction from Van, he proposed a toast.
“To good friends,” he said, and everyone agreed, clinking their glasses before taking their first sips.
“I feel over dressed,” Lyle said, putting his aside. He kicked off his sandals and tugged his T-shirt over his head. He tossed it toward a lounge chair while dropping his shorts. One step and he was out of them. “Well, what do you think, Van?” He turned in a circle showing off his boxers.
“You look just right for tonight, Lyle.”
Both men glanced to her. “Okay,” she said, handing Van her drink. Each button was opened slowly, starting at the top. She shook the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the patio. Standing tall, she knew what the men saw. While the heels and the chemise gave her the illusion of being taller, the white cord was wrapped around her waist, tied in a loose knot. She used her fingers to comb back her hair before looking to them.
“Wow,” Lyle said. “You look amazing.”
“I’ll second that,” Van added, handing her glass back. It was all so natural, she almost laughed at the angst she’d started to feel.
“So, we all look the part. Now it’s your turn to tell us what our parts are.” She looked directly at Van, and he smiled.
“Do you trust me, Lyle?”
“Of course, Van. I trust you implicitly.” He smiled at the other man, a half smile she’d seen before. Just like the day she watched the men fuck in the office.
“Farrin, do you trust me in this situation? Are you comfortable?” Both men stared at her, and she was thankful the dark lighting hid the burning embarrassment flooding her cheeks and neck.
“I’m comfortable so far. If the situation changes, I’ll let you know.” Van gave her a quick nod in acknowledgement. He walked to the seating area and sat in one of the chairs. “Lyle, why not top off our drinks?”
“Of course, your wish is my command.” He went to the bar and grabbed the pitcher, pausing to refill each of their glasses.
“Come and stand before me, both of you.”
Farrin noted the slight change in Van’s tone and knew the game
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