A couple I met recently are seriously into cars. And I mean seriously!
They're friends of Aaron's, a guy I work with, and we met one Friday evening at a bar. My habit on Fridays is to change into something a little sexy after work, so I can enjoy a flirt and, sometimes, something else afterwards.
That night I wore a white crop top which only just covers my tits; the minute I lift my arms . . . well, you can guess! A white miniskirt on top of my fishnets and I was ready for action.
At the bar, Aaron introduced me to his friends, "Ally, this is Steve . . . and Cherry".
My eyes opened wide as I took them in. Steve was an ordinary looking guy, a lot like Aaron: tall, slim, athletic and he looked kind of brainy as well. My eye lingered much longer on Cherry. Hanging on Steve's arm was a petite Asian girl, very pretty, with long dark hair.
"Hi Ally", Steve held his hand out. "We've heard a lot about you from Aaron".
As I shook hands with them both, I wondered about what he'd said. He'd said "we", implying that Cherry was his girlfriend. And Aaron - what had he told them about me?
Anyway, I found out pretty quickly!
Steve and Aaron buried themselves in computer jargon, so I was left to chat with Cherry who, I discovered, was a 22 year old marketing student. Her parents were born in Singapore and she modelled part-time.
Cherry stretched her slim legs in front of her as we talked and I admired her high-heeled sandals with their little jewelled straps. More and more, she also kept peeking looks at my thighs and I gradually lost the urge to keep my pussy properly hidden with my tiny skirt.
At one point, undoing a couple of buttons of her denim jacket, Cherry leaned forward with an enigmatic little grin.
"So, Ally, Aaron tells us that you enjoy, um, . . . how shall I put it, surprising people with your outfits". She shifted her glance from my face to my crotch, where I could feel the fishnet getting moist.
As she waited for my reply, she undid the last two buttons of her jacket and fanned herself as if she was too hot. It was only when she sat back that I saw what she wanted me to: her large pert tits, displayed in a frilly low cut top open wide enough to almost show her nipples.
"Wow, Cherry", was all I could think to say, my eyes fixed on her firm brown breasts. "Now I see why you talk about surprising people with outfits", I giggled.
We laughed together and Cherry went on to say that she'd specially asked to meet me.
"You know, Steve and I got really turned on by Aaron's stories of your adventures at work!"
I blushed, wondering how far Aaron had exaggerated my antics.
"I've always liked to show off too", Cherry said, and then added quietly, "but I never had the confidence, until I had my boob job". She leaned forward, her slim hands cupping her tits, as if she wanted me to look closely at them.
"I thought so!" I said to myself, but I just nodded, glimpsing a bit of nipple as Cherry let her tits fall into place.
We spent the next two hours swapping stories about our exploits. I told Cherry about the times I'd had sex in public and she laughed at my wantonness.
"What about you, Cherry?" I asked. "What do you enjoy?"
She paused for a moment. But, then, she said, "Look!" as she smiled and reached down.
Cherry parted her legs and showed me how her pants were fastened. They were button-up hipsters made of very fine stretchy black lace, so tight they looked spray-painted on. The pants were sized a little too small for her, so she'd left the top button popped open while the others barely came together in a way which showed little bits of smooth brown flesh between them.
"You see, I can put my fingers in like this", she giggled as a long painted fingernail slid in between two of the buttons.
"And I can just pop them open quickly if I feel like it too", she added, showing me, by sliding her whole finger in.
I was feeling horny from this girl showing off to me so blatantly and, in my excitement, had run my fingers up under my top to my bare breasts several times. By now, Aaron and Steve were paying attention too, as Cherry popped her last button and sat, looking innocently, with her fingers between her legs.
She pulled her hand out and gave her fingers a delicate little lick before picking up her drink. "You know, Ally, Steve's got a stand at the Subaru Festival this weekend and he always gets me to model for him. You wanna join us?"
I looked at Steve and Aaron. "What does it involve? I've never been to a car show."
All three of them started a big sales pitch to me. All I'd need to do is 'look pretty' with Cherry, as guys came by to talk high-tech stuff with Steve and, perhaps, take our photos.
"That sounds like an exhibitionist's dream come true", I laughed. "What do you wear to these things, Cherry?"
"Not much!" laughed Steve, winking at Cherry, who lifted her pretty foot up and placed it between his legs, giving him a little squeeze.
Her foot stayed there, as Steve played with her shoe and both he and Aaron eyed the black lace of her unbuttoned pants stretched across her pussy. I almost started to get a bit jealous about the attention Cherry was getting, but I quickly thought better of it.
"OK, who wants to help dress me up for it then?" I pouted.
* * *
"First rule is, you gotta wear a g-string", Cherry explained, as we went through her wardrobe the following afternoon.
She'd just come back from a run and, even in her track gear, she looked like a princess. Her white running shorts were wet with sweat, and I wondered if she realised they showed the outline of her pussy lips clearly, especially when she bent over to untie her shoes. Above the waist of her rolled down shorts, her taut belly curved to meet the swell of her impressive tits, which were held tightly in place by a sports bra.
"Apart from that, you can be pretty outrageous. Quite a few of the girls are", she went on, as she pulled her top off. "That's how you draw attention to your stall".
Aaron's eyes were boggling as he took in Cherry's tits. They were flawless, brown globes, defying gravity, big enough to look fake when she was naked, but not ridiculously obvious under the right clothes.
"Hell, Aaron, you've seen these before!" Cherry sighed, as she pulled down her shorts. My hands went to my own tits, which were a similar size, but not so firm.
"Can I see yours?" Cherry asked. She was now completely naked as she moved towards me.
Aaron had driven me to Cherry's place and, all the way over, he'd admired my legs in their short checked skirt, especially when I made myself comfortable and put my feet on the dash. My tits hung loose in a tank top with large armholes, so plenty of flesh was visible on the sides.
She took the bottom of my tank top and lifted it up to peek; I helped her and pulled it right off above my head.
"Wow!" she said, as my tits jiggled. "Aaron - look at that . . ."
Her eyes glistened as I listened to her chatter away. I hope it doesn't sound conceited, but I'm so used to people commenting on my tits - even other girls - that it hardly registers anymore. Suddenly, though, I became aware that she'd touched them.
"Can I feel them?" Cherry now had a wicked little grin on her face, as she held my tits.
"They feel so different to mine", she said, gently squeezing. She thrust her own boobs forward, against my chest. "Here!"
Even if I didn't want to, I'd have had to touch them, she was standing so close. And, she was right, they did feel completely different. Mine were soft and heavy, hers felt compact and dense.
"Get your hand off your gearstick, Aaron!" I laughed, when I looked to him and noticed that he was stroking his cock through his pants. "This isn't some lesbian fantasy, you know!"
I quite enjoyed getting so close to Cherry and her sweet smell wafted to me as we fondled each others tits. I detached myself first, though, and said, "Well, Cherry, what do we wear?"
"I'll have a shower first; you try on anything in there and get Aaron to tell you what he thinks. He's been to these things before".
She disappeared into the bathroom, wiggling her butt provocatively at Aaron and giggling loudly. As the sound of running water started, Aaron started throwing clothes at me.
After I'd tried on several things, I realised that these car show chicks were a breed apart. "Are these women all hookers, Aaron?" I asked, as I modelled a tube top which was only about 4 inches wide.
"Not in that way, Ally! They do use sex to sell, though", he smiled. "Does that bother you?"
I hadn't thought of it that way, that this time I was not showing myself off, but trying to draw attention to car products. Somehow, that gave me a sense of freedom and, already, I could feel my pussy tingling.
"So, Aaron, there's not likely to be anyone there I know, is there?" I asked cautiously.
"I don't think so, Ally. Although I suspect you've met most of the young guys in this town!" he laughed.
I threw a high-heeled shoe at him. "Bloody hell, Aaron!! What do you think I am?"
I took Cherry's advice about g-strings quite literally. "No pussy flashing then?" I asked her, when she got out of the shower.
"Well, they turn a blind eye as long as you're wearing a something underneath!" she laughed.
"And what's their definition of a g-string anyway?" I giggled. I pulled a tiny clump of silver from my bag and dangled it in front of Cherry and Aaron.
