Author's note: The Molly series of stories are true. They happened in another lifetime, and the names have been changed to protect the guilty! But, everything you read in the Molly series actually happened!
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Molly had gone out on a date with Phil. They had gone dancing at this little country bar in San Diego county. They were having fun but Phil kept going and asking other girls to dance, leaving Molly sitting alone. Charlie had seen her dancing so he knew she could dance. He felt that there was little risk of rejection, so he walked over and asked her to dance. She said yes.
Charlie and Molly danced quite a few times that evening, but then it was time for her to go home, as she had to work the next day. She told her date, Phil, that he needed to take her home. They walked out of the bar, but were back in just a few minutes. Charlie walked up to them and asked if there was a problem. Phil answered that his car wouldn't start. Charlie saw his chance and spoke up firmly. "Molly, I will drive you home and then come back and see if Phil has gotten his car started. If not, I'll see if I can fix it for him." Molly looked surprised, and looked questioningly at Phil who said, "You need to get home so go ahead. I'll see if I can get my car started."
Charlie and Molly walked out to the parking lot and Charlie opened the passenger door for her. He went around and got in. His car started just fine. It was a strange English car. There weren't many of them around, but Molly called it by name, surprising Charlie. Turns out a friend of hers had one some years before.
Molly gave Charlie directions to her house. They sat in the car, in front of her house, for a few minutes, getting a little more acquainted. They talked, and kissed, and cuddled, and touched. Charlie had asked her for her phone number, and he never forgot important numbers. Just as she was getting ready to get out he asked her to go to dinner and dancing with him the next Wednesday. She happily agreed. Then he surprised her again. "Molly", he said, "I like my woman dressed in a very short skirt and a sheer blouse. And, I don't like bras!" I'll pick you up at 6:30 on Wednesday evening. Be properly dressed!" He got out, walked around the car and opened her door. He walked her to her front door and kissed her deeply.
He again told her in a firm voice, "Be properly dressed!" He then turned around and went back to his car and got in. As he drove away, Molly was still standing at her front door, wondering what she was getting herself into.
Molly had trouble sleeping that night. She couldn't get Charlie out of her mind. He seemed so nice and he was a gentleman, opening doors and such. But what about him seeming so sure of himself, and telling her how he wanted her to dress? Molly wasn't sure that she could do that. For starters, she didn't own any really short skirts, nor any sheer blouses. And wanting her to go out with no Bra? She had never done that!
The very next evening, her phone rang. It was Charlie. He told her that he had really enjoyed dancing with her, and that he was looking forward to their date in 4 days. She was surprised that he had remembered her number, and that he had called her. She had trouble making coherent answers. Just before he hung up, Charlie said, "Remember, short skirt, sheer blouse, and NO bra! See you on Wednesday." He hung up before she could think of an answer.
Molly stewed about what to do that night. The next day she called her best girlfriend, Martha, and told her everything that had happened. Martha laughed and said, "What's the problem?" Molly told her she was worried about what might happen. Martha said, "You sew. Buy some thin material and make a simple top. Take an old skirt and cut it off. When you think it is short enough, cut off 3 more inches and hem it. We know what this Charlie wants." Molly said, "Okay, but I'm still not sure."
Molly bought some material, it was pretty thin, but not really sheer. It was as thin as she thought she could possibly wear. Especially with no bra! When she finished the top, she dug out an old skirt, put it on and thought to herself, "I couldn't dare wear it any shorter than this", as she stuck a pin thru it to mark where she was going to cut it off. She took it off, and marked it all the way around, where she had pinned it.
She cut it off. Just then her phone rang. It was Martha. Molly told Martha that she had finished the top and was working on the skirt. Martha instantly reminded her, "Now cut off 3 more inches, then hem it!" Molly thought that would be way too short but Martha insisted.
When they finished talking, Molly picked up the skirt, hesitated, and cut a 3 inch strip off the bottom. She pressed the new hem in and sewed it up.
When she tried it on, she thought it was too short, but it was done now. She measured it, 17 inches. She would just have to wear it.
On Tuesday evening her phone rang again. She figured it was Martha, going to ask her if she had followed her instructions about cutting off another 3 inches of the skirt. Seemed like everyone wanted to tell her what to do. But it was Charlie. After saying hello, he said, "Just checking to be sure you are ready for tomorrow night."
I'm looking forward to... seeing you." Molly shivered. How much did he expect to see? Waiting one more day was misery. But she couldn't cancel now. And besides, she didn't have his number.
Wednesday evening finally came. Molly fixed her hair and brushed her teeth. She never wore any make-up. She put on the blouse that she had made. She put her plain cotton panties on. She put the skirt on and looked at herself in the full length mirror. You could almost tell that she wasn't wearing a bra and the skirt was showing quite a bit if leg. It came to just above her knee. She slipped on a pair of sandals. She got her purse and sat down by the door to wait. "Maybe he won't show up", she thought. Then she heard his car pull up in front of her place. She stood up and went to the door. Charlie was parked at the curb. He got out and came up the walk to the door. Charlie could see her thru the screen door. "Looks like you are ready. Shall we go?" Molly almost had to force herself to open the door and go out, closing it behind her. She still wondered, "What am I getting myself into?"
Charlie took her to a really nice restaurant, down by the beach. They parked, and he again came around to open her door. When they got to the front door, he opened it and allowed her to enter first. Charlie was a gentleman. They were seated at a window table, looking out over the water. The sun was just going down. What a romantic setting. Dinner was great, along with iced tea to drink. The air conditioning made the tea glasses sweat with condensation. Molly picked her glass up to take a drink, and a big drop of water dripped off the bottom of her glass. Yes, it landed right on her nipple. It was cold and her nipple instantly poked out. She hoped that it had gone un-noticed. She looked up and Charlie was grinning. "Nice shot", he said.
Molly blushed.
They finished their meal, and Charlie paid the bill. They walked out side, and Charlie said, "Let's take a walk along the beach?" Molly answered, "That sounds good. I need to walk a bit after the meal we just had." They walked down the beach in the moonlight. Charlie asked, "Know what is up the beach about 10 miles?"
Molly had no clue, so she just shrugged her shoulders. Charlie continued, "Black's Beach. It's clothing optional. I'll take you there one of these week-ends."
It surprised Molly. He hadn't asked her if she wanted to go. He just said he would take her there. Like she had no say in the matter. He stopped when they were almost back to the parking lot. "Molly", he said, "I'm happy to see that you tried to comply with my instructions.
The skirt is nice, but should be shorter, and even though the top is thin, it should be more sheer. Thank you for leaving the bra at home. In the future, when we are together, you will NEVER wear a bra!"
He walked her over to the car and opened her door. She got in, but couldn't stop thinking about where this might all lead.
Charlie drove her home. They talked, or should I say, Charlie talked and Molly listened. When they got to Molly's Charlie told her, "I'm going to take you out on Friday night. I will bring you a skirt and a blouse to wear. Be ready by 6:30." He got out, went around and opened her door. Molly got out and he walked her to her door. She started to say something, but Charlie stopped her. "I will be buying you lots of new clothes. You will wear them! I like my woman to be very sexy! See you on Friday." Then kissed her good-night.
Friday night came, and Molly was waiting for Charlie to arrive. She had on just a pair of jeans and an old shirt. She was worried about what Charlie might be bringing for her to wear. 6:30 on the dot, and Charlie drove up. He walked up to the door carrying a bag. She let him in and kissed him hello. Charlie said, "This is what you are wearing tonight. Go get changed and put on your sandals." Molly took the bag and went into her bedroom to change. She came back out in a white skirt that was only a little shorter than the one she had shortened for their first date. It was probably 15 or 16 inches long.
The blouse was light blue with some white embroidery on it.
It was a little thinner than the one she had made. It was thin enough you could almost make out her areolas! She wasn't sure she could wear it out in public. When she came out of the bedroom Charlie said, "That's a start. You will learn to wear shorter skirts and very sheer blouses."
"Do you have panties on?" He asked. She answered, "Of course I do." Charlie asked her in a stern voice, "Did I give you panties in that bag? She meekly answered, "No."
"Take them off!" I want to be able to play with you anytime I want."
Molly was shocked, but couldn't seem to say no. She went back in her bedroom, took her panties off, and came back out.
"That's better", said Charlie, "Let's go have fun." They went out for a wonderful dinner and some sight seeing of the lights along the coast. All the time that they were out driving around, Charlie kept reaching over, teasing her under her short skirt or playing with her nipples.
When they got back to Molly's, she invited him in.
Did he have her horny enough that she wanted to go to the bedroom? Absolutely! They went into her bedroom and made passionate love. Molly came a couple of times before Charlie did. She was amazed at his self control and staying power.
Charlie got up and dressed. "I can see you are tired. I'll just let myself out. Sweet dreams, or should I say naughty dreams."
He walked out of the bedroom, across the living room, and out the door, locking it behind him.
The next morning Molly called her friend Martha. She explained to Martha about how Charlie just seemed to be in charge. Like she had no say about things.
Martha asked, "Do you like him?" Molly said, "Yes."
"Are you enjoying being taken out to nice places?"
"Yes."
