Back in the room together we closed and locked Lori's door. She let her towel drop and bent over to plug in the hairdryer. I couldn't help but admire the view of her muscular, tanned legs, a stark contrast to her sexy white ass. The ass I had suddenly been given more freedom to explore.
My eyes drifted to admire the way her large breasts maintained their firmness even as she was bent over with nothing to support them. I loved how it felt to hold them from behind and tease her quarter sized nipples until they became hard. My fondness of her breasts was always appreciated by Lori but only as foreplay. I had heard that some women can orgasm just from their sensitive nipples but Lori was not one of those people, at least I hadn't found the key to making that happen for her.
Lori glanced back at me watching her and smiled, turning to give me an eyeful of her swollen pussy lips from all of our earlier play.
"You sit over there on the bed and watch your slut get ready," she instructed me. How could I refuse that offer? I moved to the bed, laying my towel down to sit on and revealing my semi-hard cock to her. She turned on the hairdryer and began running her fingers through the sparse hair covering her sex, fluffing what she had.
I couldn't resist showing my appreciation for her and moving my hand to stroke my hardening cock. Lori let me know she approved by seductively licking her full lips and rubbing her clit in slow circles. I was mesmerized watching her and my cock was soon fully at attention again.
She began to dry her hair but her left hand remained between her spread legs rubbing at the same speed I was stroking myself. She slowly moved it up over her flat stomach and cupped her right breast. She lightly teased her nipple while I dropped my hand to cup my balls, letting my now granite shaft sway obscenely for her.
"Mmmmm," she groaned, "I want that cock so badly but we need to get ready. Keep it hard for me though while I watch."
"You're the one keeping in hard, baby," I emphasized my point by taking both hands completely away and letting her watch it flex as blood continued rushing in.
Lori pinched her right nipple and both were rock hard, "Are you sure you're not thinking about Annie right now?"
"Annie who?" I joked.
"Right answer," she smiled, raising both hands above her head to fluff her auburn locks with the blow dryer. She swayed her hips in the tempo of my hand and I was mesmerized watching her body move. She bent forward flipping her hair over her head to dry the underside. Her hanging breasts were too much for me to resist and I stood and moved behind her.
Stepping close behind her and took hold of each cheek, spreading them wide before letting my shaft slide between them. The head brushing over her forbidden area, making her shake a bit. I released her cheeks and she flexed her muscular ass trapping my shaft there while I reached under her to cup both breasts in my hands. She stood back upright, leaning against me, still using her ass to massage me. My hands continued to rub and tease her tits causing another groan from us both.
She turned off the blow dryer, "I want you so bad," came her throaty whisper, "but we need to get ready."
As if on queue there was a knock on the door, "Are you done with the hairdryer?" Nic asked, trying the locked door handle.
Lori jumped out of my arms as if we were about to be caught doing something wrong and then laughed. "Just finished, hang on a sec."
She unplugged the dryer while I groaned disappointedly. She turned to the door and I watched as she unlocked it and opened it a crack to hand the hairdryer over to Nic.
"You two still aren't decent? We're leaving in like 15 minutes" Nic teased from the other side of the door reaching out to take what she needed.
Lori then shocked me by opening the door completely, much to Nicole's surprise as well. "We're better than decent," she teased before quickly shutting the door again but the moment was long enough that I saw Nic get an eyeful of both our naked bodies, including my still rigid erection.
Lori locked the door quickly, laughing hysterically at Nic's shocked expression. "We'll be out there in a few minutes, I just have a couple more things to take care of and we'll be ready."
An exasperated Nic was speechless and after a long pause we heard her mumble, "Geeze-us, thanks, I guess." her door closed and Lori continued cracking up.
"What the hell were you thinking," I sputtered, "Nic didn't need to see that."
"Oh, I think she did and I figured it was only fair, you saw one of my roommates so one of them should see you," she giggled some more. She walked over to distract my shell shocked mind and took hold of my still hard cock. "Someone feels like they don't mind being exposed."
She was right, I had only gotten harder. Some precum began to leak from her manipulations. She scooped it onto her finger and raised the drops to her lips, greedily taking a taste of my excitement. Two could play that game and I slid my fingers between her very wet lips, gathering her own excitement.
"It feels like I'm not the only one that enjoyed that little exposure," I teased, raising my wet fingers between us to show us both how wet she was and then surprising her by bringing them to her lips. She hesitated only a beat before opening her lips to clean her juices from my fingers, sucking them like she had my cock before. Never once breaking eye contact with me.
"Mmmm, this slut does taste pretty good," she knew just how to excite me more. I leaned in and kissed her hard, getting a small taste of what she had just enjoyed.
"Yes you do, my hot little slut." I agreed, breaking the kiss. "Now we better get ready, what kind of slutty outfit are you going to wear for me tonight?"
She hesitated, weighing her options. Dressing sexy was not her usual style, Lori looked sexy in anything but she wasn't one to try and draw attention to her many curves. She would flaunt a hint of cleavage but never enough to be considered risque let alone slutty. Her face lit up as an idea occurred to her. "I'm not going to look like a hooker or anything but I think I know just the top," she said, already headed to her closet.
"I love this one," she held up a silk, sleeveless shirt, "I bought it recently but the buttons stopped too low for my taste so I've never been brave enough to wear it out. It hugs the girls nicely but shows a lot of cleavage. I think it is the closest thing to slutty I have for tonight. Maybe we could go shopping together next time and you could help me choose something," I loved her thinking of there being a next time.
"I bet you will look amazing in that and a tight little skirt," it was more of a statement than a suggestion from me and she went back to the closet to find a skirt that would work for us. I went to grab the first items from my shopping that day to complete the outfit. "Luckily I did get a chance to do a bit of shopping today in preparation for tonight."
I tossed the white sheer thong and demi bra onto the bed and watched her face flush as she realized what they were. "You know I hate thongs," she complained, picking up the tiny garment from the bed, "it makes me feel like I have a wedgie all the time."
"I bet slutty Lori will come to enjoy the feeling of being practically naked under her skirt tonight. I could have told you no underwear at all but I love the way your ass looks in a thong too much," I kidded.
"Fine I'll wear them," she conceded, pulling them up her legs with a less than thrilled expression on her face, "but then they go in the trash."
"Maybe I'll have you remove them at dinner," I threatened good naturedly, "without leaving the table."
"You scare me sometimes," she laughed but I could sense she was definitely feeling more nervous than she had been earlier. Her face got even more anxious when she took a closer look at the bra I had selected. It was a white lace half cup that would support her large chest but offer very little coverage. I had never seen her in one but always loved the idea of it.
"I can't wear that with this top," she argued, "I just told you how the silk looked on my girls but that will leave me flaunting my nipples all night in front of all of our friends."
"A good slut would only be worried about how I thought she looked and not be concerned with anyone else," I pushed, "Try it on and let me decide." If she was enjoying me being more assertive, I was going to be more assertive. I don't think I had ever asked her to wear anything specific going out before so this was new for both of us.
She hesitated, just staring at the bra as her years of being told how good girls should dress conflicted with what she was looking at. "I'll try it on," she finally agreed, "but I'm not wearing it out if it is too obvious."