Once again I has the same mix of disbelief and slight embarrassment in the hours following my show for Tom and Jim, but soon enough all I could think about was how incredible I'd felt throughout and how much I wanted to do it all again. The moments I loved the most were when they were either asking or telling me to do things that would show me off. When they had me bring out the tray of drinks, or, obviously, when Tom made me take my top off to have my breasts lotioned. It was the chances to pretend to be annoyed or reluctant but to do it anyway, all the time complaining that they left me no choice, that really pushed my buttons.
I loved acting like a bimbo or an airhead, being a girl who was happy to have guys give her attention and would do anything to get it. I knew exactly what they were doing, and Jim obviously knew I knew as well, but there was something so powerful about the situation of them 'controlling' me. In the moment I genuinely had no idea if I was doing it because they told me to or because I wanted to, it often felt like the former but that seemed to just make me want it more.
I had less fear about doing it too often now, I think we all knew what we were up to and I doubt the boys wanted to delay another meet up. I still thought it was fine to let them ask for it, but I didn't imagine I'd be waiting that long and I'd been thinking of a few ways to provoke it anyway. I was close to certain the story about the peeper was nonsense, and besides I didn't actually care any more. I'm sure a spot of sunbathing in my own garden wouldn't go unnoticed and was sure to get them asking me round.
Thinking about sunbathing in the garden also brought to mind my new acquaintance Geoff next door. That had certainly been an interesting meeting and my new instincts had kicked in when I gave him a show with my bum, but I was still a little worried about going round to his garden to swim. I knew if I did I'd wear the same bikini, I wouldn't be able to help myself, but an older man with a wife was way too complicated for me to think about at the moment. I'd just leave things there for now, I was sure I could pick them up if I ever wanted to. I was beginning to realise the power my body gave me, it maybe wasn't much but it seemed to be fairly easy to get attention from guys with it.
As it turned out I didn't have to wait very long at all. Late that evening I received friend requests from Tom and Jim, I didn't see the harm in adding them and the next morning I heard my phone beep in the way that told me a message had arrived. It could have been from a few other friends but I was happy to see it was from Jim. He was fairly brusque, just saying that they'd had a few ideas and they would like me to come round about 13:30. I was a little put out by the matter-of-fact-ness, but it was in keeping with the side of Jim that had begun to come out more and I can't say I didn't enjoy it yesterday. In short, I couldn't really complain.
I also noticed another friend request, the name meant nothing to me but the thumbnail picture seemed familiar so I clicked to have a closer look and read their message. It was Geoff from next door. He explained that he wasn't really on Facebook but had started a fake profile a while back to keep in touch with some friends that ran a poker game via it, and now used that account a 'little bit'. He welcomed me to the neighbourhood and repeated his offer of a dip in his pool. I remained unsure, his story sounded somewhat plausible but could equally be a lie, though I could see he already had 50 or so friends so hadn't made it recently. If it was a lie it was still a stretch to believe he met enough teenage girls in skimpy bikinis to need a separate profile just to keep in touch with them. I still didn't really make any decisions but a few hours later I clicked to add him impulsively.
Soon enough I was finishing up lunch and it was only half an hour or so till I was 'due' next door. I couldn't help but wonder what they had planned and, more importantly, what I should wear. My first thought was a bikini again, why change a winning formula, but I'd begun to doubt that. For starters they hadn't said anything about sunbathing and the weather was warm but not that sunny. It was also true they liked to be in charge of my clothing themselves, even when I'd headed round in my skimpiest outfit they'd immediately asked me to change. It surely stood to reason they were planning something again.
Besides, although I'd added him on Facebook I honestly didn't want to run in to Geoff on the drive wearing next to nothing again. It all pointed to wearing some of my new clothes, something that showed me off but in a way that was acceptable in the wider world, not just with Tom and Jim.
I had a fun twenty minutes considering how exactly to have the effect I was after. I once again went with a short skirt, but this time chose something quite tight. It was black and came to around mid thigh and seemed to ride up quite a lot given how snugly it fitted me. Underneath it I'd put on a smallish pair of boy shorts that were slightly transparent but not too bad. There was little chance of them being seen whilst I was wearing the skirt but I realised that, one way or another, I would probably be taking it off at some point.
On top I wore a slightly loose dark blue and white striped no sleeved t-shirt, which I tucked in to show off my waist and to keep the looseness from obscuring my braless boobs. I could tell my tits would move around a fair amount under the top, which easily allowed the shape of bounce of them to be seen but wasn't in any way transparent. I felt very elegant and sexy, especially when I put on the heeled sandals that were my fanciest shoes. I tied my hair up in a complicated but loose-ish bun at the back and decided to wear my glasses rather than lenses. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, I knew I looked great and far more adult and knowingly sexy than my previous efforts with the possible exception of the black lingerie.
Just before half past I left the house, again carrying nothing other than my clothes and relying on the hidden key to get back in. I enjoyed the sharp sound of my shoes as I walked down the drive and the short distance down the street. This time there was no Geoff hanging around to watch me. That was as I'd wanted but I couldn't help but imagine his eyes on my bum as I swayed it from side to side in the tight skirt. Maybe someone's watching from a window, I thought to myself. It was an exciting thought that there might be unknown voyeurs enjoying my body, I perhaps needed to get out in public more.
It seemed that the boys were watching from a window as the front door swung open as I arrived without me having to knock. Jim was there and he gave me the usual up and down look before saying hello and telling me to go through to the kitchen.
Rather than heading there himself first he stepped to one side allowing me past. As I did so he gave me a rather firm pat on the bum, pretty much a slap. "Nice skirt, Claire" was his comment.
I stopped at the doorway through to the kitchen and looked back with an indignant expression. "Ow! I don't think that was called for, was it?"
"Have you seen your ass in that skirt?" He grinned back.
"Fine, but I don't think I deserve to be spanked."
"OK, OK, I'll be more careful from now on." He held his hands up in mock surrender.
I shook my head and turned back round, I was already feeling dangerously turned on from this first interaction. I went through into the kitchen to see Tom stood by the breakfast bar, he was wearing his now normal slightly worried expression.
"Oh, hi Claire."
I smiled brightly at him and carried on into the room, Jim followed me until I stopped near the bar. This time as we passed he rested his hand on my bum for a brief moment and gave it a small but noticeable squeeze.
"How was that, then?" His cocky grin once again in place.
"What?" Tom's nervousness was just being added to.
"Never mind." I said. "Your friend is just getting ever so slightly ahead of himself."
"Maybe."
"Anyway, enough of that nonsense. What have you guys got planned for this afternoon, what was so important about half past one?" I looked mostly at Tom as I said this, I figured that if he was in control things might not go too far too quickly.
"Oh, well, it's just that we ordered some food and it's going to arrive around now."
"That sounds nice but you should have said, I'm afraid I've already had lunch."
