This story, along with the previous six, relates the mostly true adventures we shared with Bret and Denise, an attractive, sexy couple we had the good fortune to get to know, and then visit at their beautiful townhouse in our favorite party town, Key West. The stories are largely based on real events, but with some embellishment to make them more fun and interesting. These are my first posts here, and it didn't occur to me to collect these tales in a series. But they do describe a related chronological series, and are probably best enjoyed by reading them in sequence. I would suggest that you start with "Tight Squeeze." The next in the series is "Denise Gets Warmed Up," followed by "A Revealing Night at the Restaurant" , "Unexpected Addition" and "Another Day in Paradise". "Laura Finds a Handman" will bring you to the opening scene of this story. I hope you enjoy reading about these events as much as we enjoyed living them!
These stories contain strong elements of exhibitionism, group sex, candaulism, and both male and female bisexuality. Some people can't seem to wrap their brain around that. If male and/or female bisexuality offends you, then this story will offend you. Consider yourself warned!
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Rob had plans for dinner, so we arranged to meet him at the Bull on Duval after we grabbed something to eat. The girls dressed in their usual sexy fashion. Denise came downstairs in a skintight minidress that was open all the way down one side, held closed by a few strategically placed strings. It was obvious that there was nothing underneath. The material was light and clingy, and accented her nipples and shapely ass. Laura wore a short, loose fitting top that was designed to fall off one shoulder. It was slung low on one side, revealing the rise of her breast nearly to her nipple. She combined that with a short dark wrap skirt, tied at her hip. The skirt barely reached around her hips and hung open under the knot. A panty string was visible in the gap.
Bret and I both whistled when we saw them.
"Very nice," I said to Laura. "Panties?"
"Yeah," said Laura. "This skirt barely covers anything so I figured I would put something under it. There's not very much to these. Look," she said as she untied the skirt. She pulled the skirt away from her hips to show us the Wicked Weasel bottom. It consisted of nothing more than a small triangle of black mesh. The front plunged down nearly to the top of her slit, which was visible anyway through the open mesh. The cloth was so narrow that her lips peeked out on the sides. It was held in place by thin strings. She turned around and the back string disappeared into the crack of her ass, leaving her essentially naked from behind.
"See," she said, looking over her shoulder at us, "not much there."
"There's plenty there," Bret argued, "just not much cloth."
Laura smiled at him and retied the skirt, arranging the opening more to the front so that it barely covered her mound.
We walked over to Hog's Breath. They actually have some pretty good food there, especially the burgers. We ordered dinner and the girls ordered rum runners.
"Ah, the drink that makes your clothes fall off!" Bret said to Denise.
"I have a feeling my clothes are gonna come off anyway," Denise retorted. "And hers already are," she said, motioning toward Laura.
She was right about that. I had already noticed that Laura's top revealed flashes of nipple pretty much every time she moved. And Laura had been right about the skirt. As soon as she sat, it fell to the side. I could see the side of her mons, as could everyone else that passed by. That, and the anticipation of what was in store that evening, caused my dick to stiffen. My arousal wasn't lost on Laura and all through dinner she would periodically squeeze my cock through the shorts.
We finished dinner and I paid our tab. I stood, the bulge in my shorts right at Laura's eye level. She looked at my obvious semi with a smile, and then up at me. I offered my hand to help her up. She took it and swung sideways in her chair, spreading her legs and completely revealing the Weasel, and coincidentally what was under it. She smiled at me innocently and stood up, planting a kiss on my cheek.
We walked out and cut through the parking lot toward Duval St.
Laura said, "Wait, I need to straighten this skirt out." We all stopped and turned to look at her. She untied the skirt and opened it up, then pulled it back around her hips and tied it. There was a street lamp shining on her, the light clearly shining through the mesh. I wasn't sure if she knew that she had just flashed her pussy to the half dozen people that were right in front of us on their way into the bar.
We walked the couple of blocks to the Bull, where we were to meet Rob. We went inside and saw him at a corner of the bar and went over. He kissed the girls and complimented them on their outfits. Denise's nipples were standing at attention, and Laura briefly but deliberately brushed his crotch with her hand as they kissed. 'Popular guy,' I thought to myself.
"Let's grab a table," Bret said, and led us all over to one of the tables that sit perpendicular to wall, with seats on either side. Bret and Denise sat on one side, with Laura between Rob and me on the other.
Laura and Denise each ordered rum runners again, and it wasn't long before they were teasing us.
"Mark had a hard-on all through dinner," Laura announced.
Rob was leaning back against the wall, sideways in his stool and facing her.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "Any idea why?"
"I don't know," she said innocently. "Maybe it was this." She leaned back and moved the material of her skirt to the side, showing him the sliver of black cloth between her legs. Her slit was peeking over the top of the material and her lips were protruding on the sides.
"That would probably do it," Rob said looking at her nearly naked cunt. "It's working on me."
Laura put her hand on his crotch.
"Oh, it is!" she said. She slipped her hand up the leg of his shorts.
She smiled. "Ooh, no underwear?" she asked.
"I figured this was casual dress," Rob replied.
His shorts moved back and forth like she was stroking his cock. After a minute, she withdrew her hand.
"Now Rob has a hard-on," Laura told us all with a giggle. The rum runners were taking hold.
"So does this one," Denise said, motioning toward Bret.
"You do?" Laura asked. "From what?"
"Look under the table," Bret said.
Laura leaned over, laying her head in my lap, and looked, seemingly oblivious to her top falling away from her breasts in this position, leaving her tits naked.
She looked up at Rob and me. "You need to see this!" she said. Then she noticed that her breasts were bare. She got a surprised look on her face and straightened up again. She pulled her top down over her tits, and adjusted the side next to Rob so it fell off her shoulder. She pulled it too far down and her right boob popped free.
"Oops," she said, glancing at Rob before she adjusted the material so it just covered her nipple.
"Take a look," she said to me.
I ducked my head below the table. Denise had turned in her stool toward Bret with her legs spread, completely exposing her snatch. She was spreading her lips with her fingers, revealing her inner lips and stroking her clit.
I straightened back up.
"That's very nice," I said to her. "I love your pussy."
"And my pussy loves you," she replied.
"Take a look, Rob," she said, "my pussy loves you, too."
Rob leaned down to look under the table, which put his head in Laura's lap. She leaned over him, letting her top fall away from her body so her tits hung over his face. She looked down inside the material past her breasts at Rob.
"Nice, huh?" she said to him.
He straightened back up.
"Pinch me," he said.
We were back to small talk when something caught Laura's eye's and her face brightened. "Hey, there's Derek!" she said, pointing to a table in the corner of the adjoining wall.
Derek was sitting there with another guy about his age. His friend had the same surfer look, with hair just a little shorter. They were sitting on the same side of the table rather than across from each other. Derek is bi, and I wondered what the relationship was.
Denise turned to look. "Oh, yeah," she said, "the little surfer boy."
"He's really not so little," Laura said.
"You're right, he's not," Denise replied.
She turned to Rob. "We brought him home last night so Laura could fuck him while I fucked Bret and Mark," she explained.
"And he was good," Laura added.
"Let's go say hi," Laura said to me.
"You go ahead," I told her.
"I'll go with you," Denise said.
Laura stood up and gave me a coy look. "Do you mind if I have some fun with him?" she asked.
I ran my hand up the back of her leg and under the short skirt. "Do whatever you want," I told her.
She leaned down and kissed me, slipping her tongue between my lips. My hand wandered between her thighs and I felt the dampness in her pussy.
She and Denise made their way over to Derek's table. Bret looked at me and said, "This should be fun!"
They got to the table and Derek and his friend both got up in greeting. Derek hugged the girls, first Denise and then Laura. Laura put her arms around his neck and her top rode up. I could see her nipple from our table. Derek brought his hands down and briefly squeezed her bare tits as he disengaged from the hug. She kissed him on the lips and pointed toward our table. Derek turned and waved with a big smile. We waved back and the thought crossed my mind that he had sucked my cock the night before, that I had guided his erection into Laura's pussy, and that after he fucked her she had guided his cock into my mouth, where he had shot a load of cum. He was the only guy who had ever cum in my mouth. I guessed that whatever Laura wanted to do with him now was ok.
Derek and his friend sat back down with the women standing between them. They were on the side of the table closest to the wall. Bret, Rob, and I watched. It was a little bit hard to see what was going on. Denise was somewhat hidden behind Laura, but it looked like Denise's minidress, which barely covered her pussy as it was, was sitting a little higher up. Laura was leaning over, the two guys obviously able to see down her top. She kissed Derek, a long lingering kiss, and it looked like his hand was under her skirt. I caught another glimpse of Denise, and her dress was definitely not covering her pussy anymore.
Bret turned to me and said, "They're having some fun."
"We have a couple of wild ones," I agreed.
Now Laura was kissing the other guy, and it looked like his hand was under her skirt and Derek's hand was inside her top.
Laura went back to kissing Derek and Denise draped her arms around his friend's neck and kissed him, long and hard.
"Wow," Rob said, "how do you keep up?"
