NARIA TEASES THE PREACHER
"Hey, Naria, did I tell you the preacher wants to visit us this week?" Toby and Naria were returning home after the Sunday church service and their regular lunch at La Plata.
"Why? Does he know what we're doing? Is he suspicious? Why does he want to see us?"
"Don't worry, sweetie, it's just a visit. He said he doesn't get to visit with us at church, so he wants to visit at home. Nothing to worry about."
"Oh, good!" Naria leaned back against the seat with a sigh. "When will he come? And will his wife be here, too?"
Reverend Comey had been at the church only a couple of years and was well-liked, at least by most members. His wife Jenna was active in the church and the community almost from day one. Jason Comey was a big man, over six feet tall and somewhat paunchy, but his bride was tiny, under five feet. Both were in good enough shape to keep up with an active congregation of all ages.
"Well, the preacher said to call him tonight to tell them when to come. And yes, Jenna will come too."
"Wonderful! Why don't we grill out? Maybe Friday? Felice will be back then." Felice was away for a long work weekend but would return by Tuesday.
Toby made the call that night; Jason and Jenna agreed and offered to bring drinks and a salad. Naria couldn't wait to tell Felice, so she called her and talked for an hour, making plans.
In bed, Naria had a funny look on her face.
"Ok, what's going through that head of yours?" Toby was almost afraid to ask. That look usually meant some mischief.
"Well..." Naria hesitated to even mention her thoughts, but decided it would be safer if Toby knew.
"So the preacher and Jenna don't seem too uptight, do they to you?"
"Uptight?"
"Maybe prude is a better word." Naria wanted to tread lightly in case she was way off base. "You know, Jenna wears nice clothes, but not below the knee, and not buttoned up to her neck."
"What are you getting at, Naria?" Toby was beginning to understand, but he wanted Naria to say it.
"Well, I, uh, I wondered if we might have a little fun that night."
"Fun?" Toby wasn't letting her off easy.
"Oh, stop it! You know what I mean. All the fun we've been having."
Toby let out a cackle. "Yes, I know what you mean. Do you have a plan yet?"
"Uh, Felice and I talked about one." Naria grinned.
"I kinda thought that was a long call. So, what is the plan?"
"We want to surprise you. You might give it away if you know, plus you won't have to act surprised. Is that ok?" Naria put on her begging face and Toby quickly agreed.
Felice returned Tuesday and the ladies made their secret plans. Toby was working in his sewing room and heard lots of giggles from Naria and Felice.
Friday came quickly. Toby showered first and left to start the grill. Felice got ready next, dressing in a mid-thigh yellow and green sun dress, with light green sheer panties and no bra.
Naria was still in the shower when their guests arrived. As agreed, Felice knocked on the bathroom door to let Naria know they arrived, then went to greet Jason and Jenna. Naria quickly wrapped a towel around her, barely covering her breasts and her bottom, and walked into the living room.
"Jenna! So good to see you!" Naria hugged the preacher's wife first, then turned to him. As she reached out to hug the preacher, she let go of her towel, which fell to the floor, leaving her totally naked from head to toe! And she acted like she wasn't aware of it.
"Jason!" Naria gave the preacher a big hug and only then "realized" her towel was on the floor. "Oh, my! S-sorry!" She slowly leaned over with her back to the preacher and lifted the towel, and slowly wrapped it around her body. She turned as she straightened, waiting until the last minute to cover her hardened nipples. Then she excused herself and calmly walked out of the room.
The silence lasted a few minutes, followed by nervous laughter by the guests and a giggle from Felice. Toby just stood there smiling.
Naria dressed in a similar sun dress and the evening began. The men talked quietly by the grill as the ladies prepared the table. The patio table was clear glass over wrought iron legs, chest high, and the chairs were stools with rungs to set their feet.
Naria was getting nervous watching Jenna. The preacher's wife had a light frown, which worried Naria. She tried to mention it to Felice, but Jenna was always around them.