Chapter 7 - College Guys Luau
Introduction: This is the continued story of Gina who has reverted to her younger days of being quite uninhibited. If you haven't read the earlier installments, you might want to catch up before you proceed. Parts of the stories are based on actual events and memories, enjoy.
The next morning, well almost noon, Gina comes down the hall from the bedroom. Fixes herself a cup of coffee, and then kisses John good morning, as he is getting ready to leave for meeting up the coast in West Palm Beach. He just admires her messy hair, round ass cheeks and lack of any clothing, standing at the kitchen counter.
"Oh, the guys are having another party this weekend, Kevin said it's a Luau Party and to dress appropriately, he said it would be big like the one a several weeks ago and they invited us to stop by, I told them maybe."
John's mind started racing as she went down the hall and came back in one of her extreme white cropped tank tops and laced up the side's jean shorts that show a lot of bare hips and lack of panties. She wears the men's tank tops a lot now, the cheap ones, usually cropped like the one she has on now, this is one of the shorter ones she usually just wears around the house and yard that shows a hint of under boobs.
As John gathers his brief case and coffee, he tells her, "Let them know we will stop by for just a little while, and remember I will be home a bit later driving back from West Palm."
She giggles, "I am going over in a little bit to help them get ready for the party tomorrow, maybe go shopping with them." He just shook his head looking at the outfit she is barely wearing.
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Gina sent John text messages throughout the afternoon, letting him know where she was and what they were doing. "Heading to Walmart for supplies; helping to hang party lights," telling him how reaching up her top kept riding up; "Going to Publix," and how cold it was inside the store, along with a picture of her in the open freezer section with her hands in her hair allowing the bottoms of her areolas to peek out from under neither her top.
They stopped by the Pool Super store where a few of Brian's college friends worked to grab pool floats to use as decorations, telling him the guys tried to get her to try out the hot tub. There were a bunch of other shoppers, so she declined their offer, though it was tempting. He was sent another picture of her with the guys from the store with a bit of extra under boob peeking out.
"Stopping by the Home Depot," sending him a picture of her topless, holding her little top in her hand over in the garden section, it is obvious she didn't take the picture herself.
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Saturday evening, John had stopped at the store to get Gina a liter of Barrel Select Patron, which meant he was late getting home as usual. He figured if she likes showing off for her guys he would give her a little help, Joe Nichols wrote a song about her, 'Tequila makes her cloths fall off.'
She was ready for the party when John got home. Wearing a grass skirt, hanging very low on her hips, well below her belly button. Her bikini bottom strings showing above the top of the grass skirt waistline, a grass skirt she had dug out from a previous party many years ago.
She was also wearing a beaded shell top that John had not seen before, which covered a bit too much tonight for Johns liking, after her exposure last weekend and the picture she sent from Home Depot yesterday. He didn't say anything yet and poured her a double shot of Patron. "Do I need to fix you anything to eat before we head over?"
"No, I had a late lunch with the guys while decorating, so I'm good."
He pours himself a half shot and her another double, "Here ya go, drink up baby doll!"
John goes to change into a flowery swimsuit and button up tropical shirt. "How are you feeling baby?"
She giggles, "Are you trying to get me drunk before we go or something?"
He pours her a single shot this time and hands it to her, "Never!"
"Come here, lets change your top," as he pulls the knot behind her back.
"But this one is cute, and I'm not going over there topless," she laughs at him.
He pulls her white Wicked Weasel top from my shirt pocket. "Oh no baby, not like you were at Home Depot or anything like that, I wouldn't let you do that!" 'Yeah right,' he thinks to himself.
"They dared me!"
He looks at her, "Did they dare you to take off the shorts too?"
She giggles, "Did you get a picture of me not wearing them?"
He helps her get into the top, tying it a bit loose so that the top of the small triangles hangs a bit lower than they should, allowing the edges of her nipples to show from each side of the long narrow triangles that make up the top.
He kisses her, tasting the Parton that he has been pouring down her since he got home. John pushes her back holding her hands, taking in her sultriness, "You know those blue bottoms are showing through the grass and at your waist, you want the matching white bottoms, they are much smaller, or.... You don't have to wear anything under it."
"Which ever you think I guess?" Her with a permeant smile on her face and eyes already glassing over.
He kisses her again. Tugs the skirt up a bit then reaches under her grass skirt and slides the bottoms off her hips letting them drop to the floor. He takes her hand pulling her forward as she steps out of the bikini bottoms at her feet. "You're going to be the sexiest cougar there at the party baby!" As he pushes the skirt even lower on her hips, he was assuming the top of her butt crack was showing in the back now, the skirt was so low in front under her pelvic bones.
"Baby, I can't go over there bottomless!" she tells John. He just leans in kissing her again.
They can already hear the music thumping as John ignores her comment and grabs her hand and the bottle as they head out the back door, down the steps of the deck and across the back yard to the party already well on its way.