I’m married. I love my husband. It’s just that sometimes I do stupid things that get me into trouble. I want to stop, but it seems that some way, some how I still end up in situations where I feel embarrassed or humiliated. My husband at first was not happy, but now he just shrugs.
Anyway, we had planned a trip to our lake for the weekend. Steve invited some of his friends from work to come along, none of which were women. So I asked him if I could invite a friend. I asked Annie. She is a teaser and flirty. She doesn’t mind the looks that make me blush. She doesn’t mind showing a lot of leg or going braless. I do. I get embarrassed when I feel like too much of me is on display. It’s just me.
We took off early Friday in our van. We have four captain’s chairs and a back couch seat that will make into a bed. The back end was stuffed full of bags and food and liquor for the weekend. The guys Steve had invited drove over. I let them get in the front with Steve and I sat on the couch in the back. We picked up Annie. She was wearing a crop top and a pair of tight shorts. You could see the panty line they were so tight! I had on a polo shirt and a pair of baggy shorts and underwear. I wasn’t about to show too much to anyone. After a couple of hours we pulled off at a rest stop and Steve got out the cooler. We found a spot away from every one and sat on the ground. Steve broke out a bottle of wine and uncorked it. We sat and drank wine and nibbled on cold cuts, cheese and crackers. It was nice to get out and stretch.
Now, I am not a drinker, so I tried to be careful, but Annie kept topping off my glass. I sipped but the more I did, the tipsier I became. Steve opened another bottle of wine. Annie kept topping my glass off until I was giggling stupidly at almost any remark. Steve kind of looked at me and I decided to be good. When it was time to clean up and leave, I had two-thirds of a glass left. Annie told me not waste it so I drank it down. When everything was packed and we were back in the van, Annie and I chatted while kind of looking at the guys. Soon, with the wine I had drunk and the sun shining in the window, I was sleepy and a little drunk.
Annie suggested that I lay down, and I did. She had me put my head on her lap and soon I was asleep or probably more passed out. This is what happened after I didn’t know what was going on. Annie called to Steve.
“Steve, Fiona is out like a light. I think she needs to get more brave, don’t you?”
Steve, I was told just grunted and then replied.
“She never does anything flirty. She blushes and gets embarrassed.”
“Well, I don’t think she has a clue right now. I think she needs to loosen up a little.”
Steve laughed. The other guys were listening very interestedly.
“You don’t mind if I tease with her a little bit, do you Steve?”
“Go ahead, Annie.”
I don’t think my husband really knew what a nasty bitch Annie could really be. I know I didn’t and she was my friend.
Anyway, she reached down and pulled up one of my legs and took off my shoe and footie sock. Then she pushed it back down and did the same to the other. She pushed both legs over the edge and pushed me up so I was sitting, sort of.
As I was sitting and leaning against her she took a grip on my shirt and began to pull it up.
“Fiona, lift your arms up.”
In my haze from drink I obeyed. Annie kept pulling up and my shirt was soon over my head. She held me up and with one hand undid my bra clasp. Then she laid me down again with my shirt over my head and arms trapped. She worked it off and dropped it on the floor next to my shoes and socks. The guys in the captain’s chairs closest to us turned them so they were facing backwards, looking directly at Annie and I. I was told Steve looked in the rear-view mirror and started laughing. The guy in the front now turned and was peering between the seats. I was lying down showing my bra.
“Should I go further?”
Three guys excitedly saying yes followed that. Steve just shrugged. Annie reached down and undid my shorts. She started tugging them down, one side, then the other until they were below my ass underneath me. Then she pulled my legs up, reached between them to grasp the waistband of my shorts and pulled them to my knees. My panties were now showing, my granny panties.
“Kick your feet Fiona.”