Here she was in a bathroom stall, agonizing over her the next hour. With her heart beating like the fluttering wings of a hummingbird.
Before entering the bar, Danny had made an interesting suggestion. One that gnawed at the back of her mind for the rest of the evening. 'Why not take the chance to show off to our friends? You already know they like the sight of you in lingerie.'
All throughout the night, she had drifted off from the conversations around her as possibilities and fantasies rose in her mind. Until finally the time came to call it a night and she had to decide. A quick excuse to the others as they walked to the exit had her turn to the bathrooms.
At first, Sam had planned on a quiet and dignified walk. But the closer she came, the more impatience took hold of her. Until she rushed through in a power walk that made the door slam behind her. The noise made her jump and with with a ferocious blush Sam entered a stall.
A sense of nervous excitement took a hold of her and with a quick glance to ensure the door was locked, Sam squared her shoulders. It took only a few seconds to push her panties down past her knees to step out of them. Her cheeks heated at the evidence of her own arousal when she saw the large patch of wetness. The pale blue thong with lace trimming was folded into a neat square no bigger than her palm as she bolstered her resolve. Knowing that it was going to be scary, but worth it in the end.
The stall was left behind as she exited the bathroom. Her panties clutched firmly in her hand, Sam avoided the other patrons with her eyes kept low to the floor. There was a fear inside that they could somehow sense what she held in her hand. Her fist shook at the force with which she squeezed the wet bit of cloth, if only to ensure nobody could see it.
When she finally saw the others, her trepidation caused her heart to beat loudly in her ears. Sam made a beeline for her partner as she saw Danny stand off to the side with Jacques. He spoke to the larger man with an easy smile. Both she and Danny were shorter than the others, but Danny never let his height bother him. There was a calm confidence within him that made it irrelevant.
He wore a red and black checkered shirt that had two buttons popped while its sleeves were rolled up. The black chinos were tight enough to show an ass that she relished biting and had done so often to the sound of a yelp.
Three other people were waiting a bit beyond Danny and Jacques. Jullie was talking to both Kali and Matt while she tossed a wave at Sam before they all started to walk.
Sam sidled up against Danny's side and slipped her panties into his hand. The young man didn't stop walking but his smile changed to a shit-eating grin while his thumb caressed the wet fabric. One arm was slung over Sam's shoulder and along with a kiss to her brow came a whisper that made Sam duck her head.
"These are soaked through."
A shiver rolled over her and in the wake of it followed a wave of heat that ensured Sam didn't concentrate on anything as they walked toward the parking. The closer they all came, the harder the storm of butterflies in her stomach raged. Until finally, with a clearing of his throat, Danny stopped the group at the edge of a construction site of a new apartment block. This spot was out of the way enough to be sure they wouldn't have any visitors any time soon.
"Hey guys, got a minute to spare?"
The others stared at the both of them, but it was Kali that answered with a gleam of white teeth.
"What's up?"
Danny moved around until Sam stood with her back against him and she couldn't help but lean into him while he spoke.
"Well, we were a bit bummed we missed the club last week and the wonderful sights it had to offer. So we were hoping to try something out."
The words made an image flash through Sam's mind. Both of them had been stuck in quarantine while the others had gone to a swingers' club. It was Julie that had sent the image of both Kali and her in Lingerie while their partners lounged behind them in slacks and dress shirts. The statuesque blonde had chosen a pink set that had more see-through lace than anything with little strips of cloth to hold it all together.
While Kali had embraced a side of herself that the rest had only gotten glimpses of before. That night, she had chosen to wear a leather harness with matching underwear. Strips of leather had crossed her golden-brown skin while her smile had held an edge.
They had missed out back then, but despite her raging nerves, Sam didn't want to miss out tonight. A soft wind blew along her legs and she felt the arousal drip down her legs. Pressing her thighs together, she tuned back into the conversation just when Danny spoke.
"Well, I think you might have noticed, but Sam decided to forego a bra this evening."
Matt barked out a laugh in response and said. "Sam reminded us of Rachel from Friends with those pebbles in her shirt. The poor waiter didn't know where to stare."
The others all laughed while Julie scolded her partner for his choice of words. Sam flushed deeply. It hadn't been the first time she'd gone without a bra. But it had been the first time wearing such a tight top. She wore an outfit that bolstered her confidence, as she knew Danny could barely keep his eyes to himself when she wore it.
A white tank top that clung to her underneath a sheer black shirt, with a short, black skirt and stockings that stopped just under her skirt. A bra had been absent while the light blue thong had a temporary role if Sam chose to agree with Danny's idea.
"We noticed, but that shirt still hides a lot." It was Kali's wry voice that interjected. One finger twirled luscious black locks while her eyes were fixed on Sam's for the instant she looked up. It was a smouldering gaze that pricked on her skin and made Sam divert her eyes with a blush.
With a start, Sam felt Danny draw circles around her nipples, as if they needed the extra attention. A glimpse at the others showed that all of them were looking at the spectacle. Sam stood stiffly, her hands gripping the edge of her skirt while she felt Danny's chest against her back. She was sure that was the only thing keeping her from running. The nerves pooled in her head even as Danny nuzzled against her hair.
"Pet, want to give them a better view?"
Danny's fingers left her to settle on her hips, a reassuring weight when the entire world seemed as if it could float away. It was with cold, clammy fingers that Sam grasped the edge of her shirt and top. Moving the both of them up over her stomach before she paused just underneath her breasts. A while back she had seen a little trick to use when flashing to ensure her breasts would bounce. Quick and shallow breaths rang out when Sam squeezed her eyes shut and pulled the fabric against her before she pulled it over her breasts. She could feel them bounce the slightest bit with the reveal just in the way that she wanted.
Every second felt like an eternity of fear and anxiety. Despite that, Sam didn't have to wait long. The others cheered and whooped, while Matt let out a long and loud whistle. The heat on her cheeks had spread all the way to her ears when Sam began to lower her arms and her shirt.
But Danny had other ideas. With a few clicks of his tongue, her partner pushed her elbows up higher. Ensuring that, Sam kept the fabric bunched up above her breasts while she stretched.
The others had quieted down, but continued to ogle her when Danny's fingers drew a meandering path across her belly. Sam's legs shook at the soft touch. There was no pressure against her skin, only the barest brush of his fingers that left goosebumps in their wake.
"Shouldn't they see the fruits of your earlier assignment? Place your ankles apart." Danny's voice was a rumble in Sam's ear. And he spoke in a tone she was intimately familiar with, a low and heated quality that only ever came out when he was well and truly turned on. It sent shivers down her spine.
For Sam, it was a struggle to remember to breathe as the stares of the others felt like a physical weight on her body. A quick glance only strengthened the feeling. All of them were watching with rapt attention.
With a nervous excitement brewing inside, Sam set her feet apart. Her chest rose and fell in deep, conscious breaths while she felt the evidence of her own arousal. With her legs apart, Sam was all too aware of the wetness that had been sliding down her thighs, leaving a cold trail. The tension inside reached new heights as Danny took it deliberately slow. His fingers crept along the folds of her short skirt before he raised it inch by dreadful inch.
