I don't know how she did it, but Misty had me completely under her control! I had never cum so much in my life as the past few days. Ever since she walked in on me jacking off, she had made me do so many exciting things - like some kind of puppet master.
So when she texted me to meet her at the apartment clubhouse and pool, I was more than happy to completely drop everything and head over.
When I got to the area, Misty was in one of the lounge chairs by the pool. There were several people in the patio area between the clubhouse and the pool, but Misty really stood out from the crowd. Sure, she was Tom's girl, but hey - if she wanted to spend time with me, who was I to complain?
Her tits were firmly packed into a red bikini top, and her shaved pussy was straining against the tiny triangle of cloth on her bikini bottoms. She glanced at me over the top of her aviator glasses. Her gaze ran down my swim trunks, lingering on my package just long enough to give me a thrill just remembering how well she had treated my cock.
"Joe," she purred, "will you do my back?"
"I would be delighted to," I answered, pouring out some lotion from the bottle she handed to me. I rubbed it all over her back, allowing my slick fingers to work under the thin straps and all over her warm skin. As I was doing this I noticed a guy across the pool trying not to stare at her tits as she arched her back for me. She must have seen him too, as she was pointing her double cannons right at him.
Unfortunately for him, the brunette laying beside him also noticed the show, and gave him a sharp poke in the ribs to bring his attention back to herself. I laughed just a bit at the situation. He was reclining in his chair, the brunette was now sitting up and lecturing him as he was shaking his head, apparently denying his voyer activities.
"Oh no," I whispered to Misty, "looks like you have caused some strife."
She just laughed and leaned back as I continued to work in the lotion. Her warm back pressed into my bare chest. Since she didn't seem to mind, I began to allow my hands to work further forward, beginning with her arms. I pushed her arms tight to her side as I stroked them downward, my fingers just lightly brushing the sides of her firm breasts. Then I moved up to her shoulders, allowing my hands to stray downward to the top of her globes - not too far to be obvious, but enough to get my kicks.
The brunette was glaring at the poor guy, who could not seem to keep his eyes off Misty's hot body across the pool. She rose up in a huff, and began to walk away. He began to follow, and just then I glanced around to be sure no one else was watching, then I lightly pushed on the sides of her tits, mashing them together and forward for him to ogle.
He froze in mid rise, catching a great view of the tits, before continuing on to follow the brunette off.
Misty just sighed and I knew then that she was really enjoying being the center of so much attention. It made me wonder if perhaps I could do some manipulations to her - you know, like she had been doing to me so well.
(*)(*)
Misty took her time at the pool, but after a while I had to head to class, so with a longing look at what I'd be missing, I took my leave and headed off.
Several hours later I returned to the apartment. As I came in I heard giggles coming from the living room. Walking in I was surprised to find Jenny, Misty and the brunette from the pool all having a laugh on our sofa.
"Joe!" Misty exclaimed, jumping up to greet me. "We have been waiting for you. I want you to meet Sue."
"Hi, Sue," I said, trying to be nonchalant. "Nice to meet you."
"I bet," slurred Sue, clearly drunk. "You think I didn't know what you were..." She hiccupped, "doing there by the pool today, but I did." She giggled a drunk girl giggle. "I shaw you rubbing her tiddys, I shaw it!" She giggled at me as she looked me up and down.
Jenny looked at me and smiled as she shrugged.
Misty was laughing as she watched the drunk Sue try to point at me with an unsteady accusing finger.
"I think we need another drink," announced Misty gathering the glasses and coming over to me. "Make Sue's drink just plain Coke," she whispered.
"How many has she had?" I whispered.
"Only one!" laughed Misty. "But you were kind of mean to her today, so I think you sort of owe her. I told her you were going to serve her drinks tonight to make up for your bad behavior."
I shrugged. "Fine by me," I said as I took the empty glasses to the kitchen bar.
Returning a few minutes later the girls were all waiting expectantly on the couch. I handed the Coke to Sue, who just giggled and refused to take it.
"Oh, not so easy mister rubby hands," she said. "You are not dressed for the part yet."
"Yes Joe," said Misty win a formal manner, "we have made a new rule in the apartment."
What the hell? This was my apartment. Tom and I leased it, but I figured I would play along. After all, it usually turned out pretty good for me!
"You have to roll the dice to see what waiter attire you will wear," announced Jenny as she proudly handed me a sheet of paper which she had written out. On it were six numbers, corresponding to various outfits. She handed me a red dice, and she really seemed to be excited about the adventure.
It was had to let Jenny's excitement down - she was so nice all the time I figured that playing along was in order. I glanced at the list. A roll of a one made me wear a cowboy outfit. Where the hell would I get that, I wondered. The two was a astronaut, three a policeman, four was biker, five was judge, and six was stripper. Oh my. I had a feeling I knew which one I was going to end up with!
Gamely taking the dice, and making a show of it I rolled the die on the table.
Six.
Figured that would be the case!
"Oh boy, another naughty stripper!" clapped Sue, clearly enjoying the situation.
"You may change in Tom's room," announced Misty. "And come out in character, you big stud!"
(*)(*)
I opened Tom's door, and there were two guys sitting in front of the TV in chairs playing Call of Duty on the Xbox.
"Joe!" called out Tom as he glanced back. "Shut the door!"
The guy in the other chair looked familiar. "Hi, I'm Mike," he said as he continued to play the game. Sure enough, it was the guy from the pool, Sue's boyfriend.
"Hi Mike," I said. It was just a bit uncomfortable. Not because I had basically flashed Tom's girlfriends tits at him earlier in the day. That was not uncomfortable at all. After all, he was a guy, and he was clearly enjoying the show. No, what made it uncomfortable was the fact that both of them were dressed in bow ties. And cufflinks. And thongs. And was that glitter on their chests? Crap.
Mike had on a yellow thong, which was bulging noticeably making me aware of how tiny the cloth was. And Tom was in neon green. Of course I knew exactly what was on under that fabric!
"Um, what is going on," I stammered.
"Dude, you know the dice was loaded, right?" said Tom as he focused on the screen. "It's that trick dice I got from the magic shop."
"Let me guess," said Mike as he pounded away at the bad guys, "you have to dress up like a male stripper, right?" He laughed and shot me a glance which told me that we were cool from the earlier incident. "The girls went shopping, your stuff is there in the bag."
I went to the bed, and saw a pink bag. Opening it I found my required bowtie, cufflinks, and a very skimpy blue piece of fabric.
"You have got to be kidding, right?" I said as I held up the thong. I was not sure which was the top, it was so skimpy.
"Does it look like we are kidding?" said Tom as he blasted away. "We both did it, now its your turn. Come on," he said as he reached down and handed me a beer.
Taking the bag, and the beer, I headed into Tom's bathroom and shut the door. I quickly drained the beer for some liquid courage, and decided I better take a shower.
"Yeah dude," came Tom's voice calling from the bedroom. "Better get squeaky clean!"
Ignoring his taunts, I jumped in the shower, and quickly washed off my body from the day. I decided to shave my pubic area, borrowing his shower razor and gel. In just a few minutes I was indeed squeaky clean, running my hand over my penis which was getting hard just thinking of what might happen soon with the three girls in the living room. I was nervous, but I was really getting into this!
I figured out the tiny blue thong, sliding it up into position. My dick was really hard though, and it simply would not point down yet. The briefs were pretty low cut, and had a pouch in the front. I realized that I'd have to really pull it out far in order to coax my hard dick into the suit. Of course, when I did this it pulled the back fabric deep into my ass crack. I felt foolish, thinking seriously about not doing this.
"Um, they are calling for you Joe," called Mike from the room. He and Tom were laughing at this, knowing full well what I was trying to do in the bathroom.
"I'm coming," I announced.
"Dude, not yet!" laughed Tom. Clearly they were enjoying my situation.
