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.
