^^^Ch 3^^^
I dressed, went to the kitchen, and I met up with the rest of the crew. We agreed we're too hungover to go to the beach. I ate some buttered toast, drank two strong cups of coffee, and Angie and I walked to our beach house.
We talked, and she wasn't her usual bitchy self. I thought, "Note to self, your bratty, bossy older sister is nice after you fuck her and give her an orgasm." I chuckled.
"What are you laughing at?" she asked.
"I was thinking about the chicken fights and how badly I did. Do you think I should start working out? Bulking up?"
She squeezed my bicep and said, "That's not a bad idea."
We arrived home, went up the stairs, and into the house.
"Finally.," Grandma said. "It's after noon. Where have you been?"
"Inside Angie," I said to myself and smiled. Out loud I said, "We partied hard with Karen, Ellie, and Bill. We slept over. Sorry. I should've called."
"Yes. Sorry," Angie said.
"Was there a full moon last night?" Grandmother asked and laughed. "Everyone had fun and slept over. Your mother hasn't gotten home yet."
"Wow! Good for her," Angie said. "She needs some fun in her life."
"Yes," I agreed. "I thought Kyle was a good guy. He was well-mannered and well-groomed."
The door opened, we all turned to see Mother walk in. She looked exhausted. Her hair and clothes were disheveled. Angie went to her and asked, "Mom, are you all right?"
"Yes. It's nice to be home. I had an interesting evening. Sometimes things aren't as they appear."
"Yesterday, I left the beach with Kyle, and he dropped me off here to shower and get ready for our date. He told me to pull out all the stops that we were going to a fancy restaurant and then dancing.
"I did my best to look nice. I hadn't packed expecting to go out to a club because your father and I hadn't been to a dance club in years. I did the best I could and wore my wrap dress. Angie, I borrowed a pair of your high heels."
She sat on the sofa beside Grandma, took off the shoes, and breathed a sigh of relief. She rubbed her right foot, smiled sheepishly, and said, "I'm too old for heels this high."
Angie and I sat and listened to her story.
"Kyle picked me up for our date. He was impeccably dressed, and his car was new and expensive. He drove us to the restaurant. Everyone knew him: the valet who parked the car, the maitre d' who sat us at a table with a beautiful view of the ocean, and our waiter who knew what drink Kyle wanted and asked, 'Your usual, Sir?'
"Kyle nodded and said, 'Bring two." The waiter left, and Kyle said, 'Marie, you're in for a treat. Ricardo makes a magnificent martini.' The drink that was brought over was basically chilled vodka. Very potent. I prefer dirty gin martinis with lots of olives.
"We drank and talked and had a second vodka martini. After I had down half of it, Kyle leaned into me and said, 'I want you to go to the ladies' room, remove your underwear, and when you come back, give them to me.'
"I was a little shocked, but he was an attractive man. The idea scared me, but it also seemed fun, flirty, and sexy. I hadn't felt like that in years, so I did it. When I returned from the bathroom, I had my panties balled up in my hand, I slid into my seat and handed them to Kyle. He took them, gave them a quick look, smiled at me, and put them into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
"I was red-faced. I was sure that everyone had seen me hand my panties to him and knew I was naked under my dress."
She lifted both hands and said to us, "As you can see, I don't have a bra on." She looked chagrinned.
"Kyle asked me, 'How do you feel?' 'Naked and embarrassed,' I said. 'And alive and sexy?' he added. 'Yes. I'm tingling. I'm worried that people saw me hand you my underwear. I feel naughty and sexy.' 'You look sexy," he said.
"As I told you, our table had a great view of the ocean. We sat side-by-side on a curved bench seat facing a floor-to-ceiling glass window that overlooked the ocean. Kyle whispered, 'Spread your legs.' 'What! No,' I objected. 'What are you worried about? No one will see.' 'Yes, but...' 'But what? There's no one on the other side of the glass.'
"He was right. I felt I was being needlessly modest. I thought, 'In for a penny. In for a pound.' I spread my legs and gave the ocean and moon a view of my pussy. 'Good girl,' he said. He tugged on my wrap dress so he could see the tops of my thighs.
"He ordered for me and insisted I try the bacon-wrapped fillet mignon. We had another drink. I was having fun and feeling more alive and sexier than I had in years. The waiter brought us our food. As he served me, I noticed that his eyes dropped to my lap. I looked down and freaked out, my dress had opened up, and since I wasn't crossing my legs, he saw my pussy!
"I felt my face flush and snapped my legs together while Kyle laughed and winked at the waiter. He said, 'Calm down. Hundreds of people saw your pussy today at the nude beach. Why would this be any different?' 'Because at the beach everyone is naked, and I know they can see me, and in a sense, I'm giving them permission. Here, everyone is wearing clothes and I'm not expecting anyone to see my vagina. At the nude beach, it's no big deal. Here, it's embarrassing.'
"We ate our meal. It was very good. I kept my legs crossed the whole time. He asked if I'd like dessert, and I suggested we share an appealing item that caught my eye. He said, 'If you want it, you have to masturbate. Here. Now.' He stared directly into my eyes. He wasn't kidding. I felt I had to do it. I wanted to do it for him, and I did.
"I didn't masturbate to an orgasm, but enough to get my fingers wet and so we could smell my arousal. 'That's enough,' he said. 'Give me your fingers.' I lifted them from my crotch, he grabbed my hand, smelled my soiled fingers as a sommelier would evaluate an uncorked bottle of wine. I must have passed the test. He smiled, mumbled 'Magnific,' and I got dessert.
"This guy is beginning to sound weird," Angie said.
"Now, I see his controlling nature," Mother said. "But at the time, he was handsome, charming, and polite. His requests titillated me. I felt sexy and desired; not submissive and his playtoy. That feeling came later.
"What happened? Are you okay?" I asked.
