We sat around before lunch that Sunday, Talia, Jack and myself, in their trim house, having a pleasant drink, awaiting the arrival of our - their- guests, my neighbours, Val and Mark, whom they had invited to lunch.
I was wearing the original 'little black dress,' but it was a silk one, very short, with a modestly high neckline. My nipples poked at the plain black silk in what I thought was an alluring way, and my unfettered breasts jiggled when I walked.
Talia had, deliberately, I was sure, chosen to wear a backless cotton print sundress with a halter neck, which showed the stripes from the caning she had had me give her the night before. I asked her if they were sore, and she looked at me with her almond eyes in a way she had I found difficulty in reading. Then she came and kissed me, lingeringly, letting my tongue dart into her mouth, so that she could savour the feel of my silver stud, while she let her hand drift lightly over my hardening nipples.
We broke off as the doorbell rang. It was Val and Mark, the latter in a cool pair of cream chinos and a striped shirt, and Val, clearly making an effort to compete in some way, wearing an almost transparent apricot organdie blouse, through which her sharp, almost adolescent-looking breasts were the very visible objects of her obvious self-consciousness. She crossed her arms across them as soon as she had been introduced, causing Talia to admonish her, 'Don't cover yourself up, darling,' she said, 'you're beautiful!'
Val seemed as if she didn't know where to look, and I took in the rest of her. She had worn a miniskirt, but it was too tight for our tastes - my flatmate Laura and I had discussed this, and decided that short skirts had to be loose and allow access - we were in agreement with 'O' on this. She had done her best, though, and had done well with her shoes, I thought, wearing four inch stilettos, which enhanced her pretty legs.
We all sat down to drinks, and Talia must have been thinking along the same lines as myself, because she started talking about clothes, and complemented Val on her blouse, then asked her if she always went without a bra.
'No,' she said, 'but I've noticed that you do, and - well, I'd like to be like you, I think.'
'We don't wear any underwear,' I said, 'unless you count a garter belt sometimes.'
'Don't forget the corsets,' reminded Talia.
'There's that,' I conceded, and Val looked a bit puzzled. I continued, 'Some of us are into restraint, and like to wear tight corsets sometimes - things like that.'
'But you don't wear panties?' asked Val.
'No.'
'With skirts that short?' She pointed to the dresses Talia and I wore, and I flipped back the hem of my dress just enough for her to glimpse my shaven mound.
'Wow,' she said, and Mark, who had been enjoying the conversation, was now breathing a little more rapidly. He was sitting next to me on the sofa, and I couldn't resist letting my hand rest gently against his thigh, as if by accident.
'I couldn't help noticing you shave,' said Val.
'We all do,' said Talia, as if she was talking about dozens of people, and not just three of us, 'it's much sexier.'
'I should like to shave as well,' said Val, 'would you like that, Mark?'
'Sure,' said her husband, currently more interested in brushing against my thigh.
'Come on then,' said Talia, 'Jack's the expert, let's go to the bathroom, shall we?'
She stood up, and led Val off out of the room and up the stairs, with Jack trailing behind, leaving Mark and myself on the sofa.
