Cassy always loved the way her fiancé, Bobby, looked at her – like he could never get enough. Cassy knew she was pretty – she was a part-time model – but Bobby's intense, adoring gaze always made her feel smoking hot.
She knew Bobby liked having a model as a girlfriend. He liked reading the admiring comments about her looks on her online modeling profile page. He encouraged her to dress in a sexy way. He enjoyed catching other men staring at his hot girlfriend. Cassy liked that, too. She liked being sexy and she liked getting attention from other men. It made her happy that her boyfriend and fiancé wasn't jealous, and that he enjoyed the attention she got.
So far, though, Cassy had only gone so far in putting herself on display. She had never posed nude as a model. Plenty of other men had admired her, even ogled her, but for as long as Cassy and Bobby had been going out together, no other man, other than her doctor, had touched her in an intimate place, or seen her naked.
That's why Cassy was surprised at the direction the conversation turned as she and Bobby were having drinks one evening at a favorite restaurant. They sat in a small booth against the wall, across from the restaurant bar. The bar area was noisy and brightly colored, with mirrors covering the walls here and there to make the room look bigger. Two empty plates and two half empty beer glasses perched atop the table in front of them.
Bobby stared intently at one of the mirrors, and a smirk broke over his face.
"Cassy, guess what?" he asked her.
"I give up," she said. "What?"
"There's a guy checking you out. Two tables away. I think he's trying to look up your skirt."
They sat side by side with their backs against the wall, so it wasn't difficult for Cassy to crane her neck to look in the same mirror Bobby did. It took her no time to see her admirer's reflection. He looked like he was in his early-20s, and he was seated at a table with three other guys who looked the same age. They were talking, but he wasn't participating much in the conversation, distracted as he was by the sight of Cassy's legs. She was wearing a miniskirt, and it revealed a lot of thigh when she sat down. Cassy guessed he wanted to see more than just her thighs and was hoping to get a peek up her skirt, to her panties.
"How do you feel about your fiancée being checked out?" Cassy asked.
"You know I like it. I think it's hot. You're hot, and I like that other guys think so too."
"I think he wants to see my panties."
"Which ones are you wearing?"
"Pale blue thong, lacy, kind of see through."
"Mmmmm. I like those. How about if you give him a peek?"
Cassy was surprised. Lately, she and Bobby had talked about showing her off more, but they hadn't followed through with it.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"Keep looking at me, like you're deep in conversation, so he doesn't know you're aware of him. Then slowly let your legs drift apart so he can see up your skirt."
"You really want me to do that?"
"I really do."
"If you say so."
Bobby was in a frisky mood, and Cassy liked it. She wasn't sure how to do it so it wouldn't be obvious. She kept up a steady conversation with Bobby, her torso twisted slightly toward him, but she barely knew what words were coming out of her mouth. She concentrated instead on her legs, which she started swaying back and forth together, slowly letting them begin to drift apart.
"O.K., I'm starting to spread my legs."
"Good. Keep doing that and keep talking, and keep looking at me, and I'll check out his reaction in the mirror. I'll let you know if he reacts."
Cassy let one of her legs swing wide as she talked to Bobby, and she brought it back to the other one slowly.
"You must have done something. He sat up and his eyes are wider. And he is not talking to his friends at all now."
A tingle ran though Cassy's whole body. She shivered with excitement. She swung a leg wide again. It was very difficult to avoid looking at the man she knew was staring up her skirt, but she didn't want him to know she knew, so she kept starting at Bobby's face. Her legs were spread apart enough, and her skirt was short enough, that she had no doubt the guy could see all the way up to her filmy blue panties. She liked showing off, and she knew Bobby liked it too.
"He is definitely into your panties," Bobby said. "He's stalking you with his eyes."
"Good thing you're not the jealous type," she said.
"It's a great thing," he said, with his widest grin.
"How about if we show him a little more?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't stop looking at me. Keep talking. React like I've just proposed something outrageous. Which I am. And then, slowly, take your panties off. Pull them down your legs, pick them off the floor, and give them to me. Then we'll show him your pussy."
It wasn't hard for Cassy to act surprised. She was surprised. She put a hand to her mouth.
"Bobby! I can't do that. We're in a public place. I might get arrested."
Bobby looked up from the booth and scanned the area with his eyes, taking care not to look directly at Cassie's voyeur.
"No, you won't. That's the only table with a good view under our table. Nobody else can see up your skirt. The bartender's too far away, and he's standing up, so he can't see under the table anyway. Go ahead. Take them off."
She and Bobby had never gone that far. But he was having so much fun with it, and he sounded so insistent. She felt the rush not just of exposing herself but of submitting to Bobby's instructions.
She hitched her skirt up her thighs a bit more. She knew that would put on quite a show for her admirer. Looking up from the table to make sure no waitress was coming, she reached under her skirt, hooked her thumbs on the string sides of the thong, and pulled down her thighs and calves. She stepped out of the thong.
"Oh, you have his attention now. His mouth is open."
"This is so embarrassing," Cassy said. It was embarrassing, but it was thrilling, too.
"Now," Bobby said, "Go ahead and pick them off the floor and hand them to me. Don't rush it. Hand them over with your palm open and the thong sitting on top of it."
Bobby's requests were getting closer to the edges of Cassy's comfort zone, but she didn't want to say no. She reached under the table, picked up the thong, and held it out to Bobby in her hand. She looked up again to see if any waitresses were coming. There was one, a few booths away, taking an order, and it looked like she'd be headed Cassy's way soon.
Bobby didn't take the panties from her right away. The delay made Cassy nervous. She didn't want the waitress, or anyone else, to see her holding the panties as brazenly in her hand as she did. But Bobby was in no hurry.
He poked at the panties with his index finger, moving them around until he seemed to find what he was looking for.
"Wet," he said, tapping a spot on the gusset where the fabric was darker. "I knew you'd be turned on."
"Bobby, there's a waitress coming."
Bobby enclosed the blue thong in his hand and put it under the table.
