I turned to head toward the bedroom to get ready. Damnit, what the hell was I thinking when I said yes.
I was halfway down the hall when he called out again, "And don't think you're going to get away with some half-ass outfit or dance!"
And with that, there went any chance of making it a quicker, less painful experience. All that remained was to figure out how I was going to dress for this show. I was standing in my room with the closet door open, trying to decide, when I finally just said to myself, "Fuck it. I'm doing this so I might as well go all in."
After making that decision I went about putting together what I was going to wear. Fortunately, I had already shaved in the morning, so I wasn't going to have to waste any time on that step. All that remained was to get dressed and get some music queued up.
I slipped on a couple layers, connected my bluetooth speaker and headed back out. I had the music going when I walked into the room where Chris was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs facing me. He had finally changed from his work clothes into a t-shirt and pair of shorts. Why he hadn't changed before the poker game was beyond me.
He had to have been curious how I was going to look while he was out there waiting, and he seemed to be anxious to see how things were going to go. I couldn't tell if he was just waiting for the chance to laugh or if he was really interested in the upcoming show.
Regardless, I decided that the best way to get this over with was to get started. I started with some casual dancing as I tried to get my head wrapped around what I was doing. Usually, I was a little worked up when I started dancing and I was definitely not used to having an audience. I did my best to block that fact out and just went for it, slowly getting a little more suggestive as the seconds went by.
It wasn't too long until I had all but forgotten that it was Chris sitting just a few feet away. I had successfully let myself get taken up and was really immersing myself in the moment. I turned my back to the chair and bent forward to grab my ankles, legs straight and feet shoulder width apart. The tiny, pleated skirt that was barely covering the top half of my ass combined with the new stilettos to make my ass pop.
Chris was getting more of an eye full than I ever imagined I would share with anyone, let alone with one of my best friends. The thoughts in the back of my mind were all over the place. I just pushed the negative ones to the side and let the wild ones run free. Sure, maybe this was crazy, but I wasn't even close to being done yet. I stood back up and turned back to face the chair once again, then danced my way closer until my feet came to a stop between his.
Once there I continued to twist and turn, to gyrate, and soak up the attention. Worries that Chris was only planning to laugh had long passed. He was now just sitting with complete focus on the show. I turned to the side and then reached behind to unzip the back of the skirt, loosening it enough so I could let it fall past my round cheeks.
When it fell, the view from the side must have been a confusing one. To one side there was a smooth bubbly ass sticking out for him to see, while on the other there was a bulge protruding, barely contained, and not very well obstructed by the mesh and lace of the sexy thong. Chris didn't seem to be bothered by the juxtaposition. He was enthralled by the seeming opposing views in front of him.
I didn't linger long in that position though. Once again, I turned away, this time to bend down to remove the skirt the rest of the way. I took turns lifting each foot from within the circle of fabric, all the while giving Chris an unobstructed view of my naked ass, split by the thin fabric, my smooth legs that were hugged in matching thigh highs, and if you looked further, you could see the bulge still protruding underneath.
I remained bent over, ass pushed back and up, and went back to swaying and gyrating, now confident that I was putting on much better than just a mess of a show. Chris hadn't really moved or said anything to confirm, but I honestly felt like I was putting on a show that was easily worth what the regular price of admission would be.
Fully into the mood, I started to pump up and down, my smooth bubble butt gyrating up and down between Chris' legs, slipping closer to where he sat until I was hovering inches from his lap.
After a while I was getting a little antsy staying in the same place, so I stepped forward before turning back around, all the while still swaying and thrusting my hips. Once I was fully facing him again, I reached out and pushed his legs together, then inched forward until I was straddling his legs. I put my hands on his shoulders to hold myself up while I resumed the show. I was hovering dangerously close to his crotch as I worked my hips, coming oh so close to grinding on his lap.
From what I could see, it looked like Chris's former gloom was a distant memory. I wasn't done with my part yet though. I had finally gotten comfortable, and I had another position or two that I had seen but had yet to try out.
I worked my way back from his lap so I could dance freely again. Arms above my head I swirled and gyrated my hips provocatively and eventually turned until I was facing away from him. I continued there for a short while, alternating between arching back and bending forward, pushing my ass back toward him, then turned to dance up to his left side.
I slowly lifted my right foot and turned to place it on his thigh, giving him a good side view. I didn't waste time in that position. Almost immediately I started to turn, resting my hands on both of his knees as I lifted my foot high and stretched it further across him. I gave him a clear view of the cleft between my cheeks as I simultaneously spread my leg wide in front of him and pushed back.
With the extra height from the heels, my cheeks, split wide before him, were just inches above his chest and on extremely up-close display. I kept that position, gyrating in front of him, but I couldn't hold it for long before I had to lower down until I was once again straddling his lap, this time facing away.
Calling it a dance seemed a bit of a stretch at this point, but I continued. My weight was resting on my hands on his knees. That position gave me more freedom to work my hips in whatever direction they took me. Chris could still easily follow the narrow fabric of the thong down between my legs just to where it started to strain to contain the contents in front, but it no longer disappeared between my cheeks. I was too far spread for there to be any secrets back there anymore.
I pumped and swayed, the insides of my thighs repeatedly rubbing against the outside of his, but I managed to keep from dipping too low in the middle. I was barely able to see between my legs to see just how close I was to making contact without going to low. At times I would thrust up and down, approaching his crotch before once again pumping my ass back up toward his watching his gaze. Other times I would use my grip just above his knees to pull myself forward and then push myself back, giving him a view of his own crotch appearing before disappearing between my legs, just barely underneath me.
While looking down it finally clicked that my view was being partially obstructed by the front of the short tank hanging down slightly. Apart from that, it was also the final piece of the outer layer. The final matching piece to the thigh highs and thong was underneath as well, the lacy bralette that I was wearing for the first time. After coming this far I wasn't about to go without showing off my first ever bra. The tank definitely had to go.
I raised back up as best as I could, given where my feet were positioned, and crossed my arms to pull the tank up and over my head. It was an awkward position, to say the least, so I came to a quick decision. I wasn't going to be able to balance while I finished removing the last of my outer layer.
Resigned to my fate I broke the silence for the first time since the show had begun, "Sorry, this is a little awkward."
"Not at all."
And, with that, I leaned partially back forward and lowered until I was straddled across the uppermost part of Chris's thighs. I was fortunate enough to have landed where I was high enough to not be in contact with the skin below the hem of his shorts, yet barely low enough to avoid contact with his groin. That is, until I had to sit back and arch to get the tank over my head.
As my weight shifted and my hips rotated back, suddenly I realized I wasn't so lucky after-all. I had just delayed the inevitable. Fortunately, the top hid the sound as I gasped when felt his bulge pressing against me from behind, the topmost part of it pressing deep between my cheeks. I was frozen in place with my arms still above my head. I couldn't put my hands back where they were to take my weight, and I still had to finish with the top that was still enveloping my face and head.
