'So, what should I wear?' Ellie had asked the same question the last time Greg had taken her to lunch and he had made some fairly conservative suggestions. This time he was feeling just a little horny.
'A string bikini and a cover up skirt if you have one ... or maybe a t-shirt if you don't ... and a big floppy hat ... and sandals too. The Uber is booked for midday.'
'Is sex involved?'
'Probably not ... unless you want to do it somewhere that we might get caught.'
'Greg you are wicked ... I just flooded my panties again.'
'A photo or it didn't happen.'
A photo duly arrived, 'Happy ... or should I say horny ... now?'
'Very.'
'Which one?'
'Both.'
'So am I ... see you at 12.'
'Going to lunch with the hot little slut from next door are you?' Someone must have told Helen.
'Wanna come too?'
'You need a chaperone?'
'No, but a second hot slut would be fun.'
'But would just get in the way for two people who could use some alone time'
'You know that you are more than welcome.'
'I know I am but ... I might get some time tomorrow with Byron'
'Lucky him.'
'You know that you're going to get lucky tonight, don't you?'
'Yup vbg.' But he was only thinking of it as a possibility.
'When you get back can you stop by my office Lover.'
'Absolutely ... am I in trouble?'
'No more than usual vbg.'
Greg gave the driver the address and sat back. Ellie shivered as he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and she giggled as she spread her legs slightly. She saw Greg discreetly point and when she followed the direction that he was pointing in she realised that the driver was using his rear-view mirror to look straight between her legs.
For a moment she wanted to be embarrassed but then she spread her legs even wider, "Why don't you have a good look?" she asked and he quickly looked back to the road ... but she caught him again when he thought that it was safe to go back to looking at her.
"Where did you say you were taking me Greg?"
Greg chuckled, "To a café?"
"Dressed like this? God I'm almost naked! They're never going to let me in." She was wearing almost exactly what he had suggested, a string bikini that she had borrowed from Helen because she didn't have one of her own, a t-shirt that was so short that she wouldn't have worn it except Helen insisted, sandals and a hat with a floppy brim.
"It's a café on the beach beautiful lady ... there will be other women dressed just the same as you are."
"But Greg, the t-shirt ... it's so short that when I sit down you could see my pussy if I wasn't wearing a bikini."
"Ellie, I'll let you in on a little secret, you don't have to be sitting down for people to see your pussy but if you're worried about then take the t-shirt off."
"What? No!" she squealed and slapped his hand as he went to make another pass up her thigh. "the bikini top is so skimpy that I may as well not be wearing it at all.
"Oh Greg you are such a bad influence on me. I've never left the house wearing so few clothes! What if someone recognises me?"
"Do people from your social set ever go to public beaches and have they ever seen you dressed like this before?"
"No ... if anyone I know goes to the beach it wouldn't be a public one and I had to borrow all these clothes from Helen so no one would have seen me wearing anything like this."
"So you were dressed by Helen?"
"Yes," she giggled, "you could say that."
"Well ... there's only one thing better than being dressed by Helen,"
"What's that?" Silly girl, she should have realised that Greg's smirk was there for a good reason.
"Being undressed by Helen."
Ellie didn't know whether to be horrified and insulted or burst out laughing ... even the Uber driver was snickering ... but choosing to laugh won out in the end.
"Oh great culinary guru ... what do you recommend a poor innocent girl like me should eat at a beach café?" Ellie asked as she perused the menu.
Greg smiled, "I would recommend the Albacore Tuna Sandwich washed down with some Pellegrino Sparkling Water."
"What, no beer?" and then she realised what a gaff she had just made, "Oh I'm sorry ... I ..."