Chapter 4 -- Dinner with Billy
We took a few days off after a rather crazy weekend. We cuddled a lot, but didn't feel much like sex. We started to talk about the upcoming dinner with Billy and we both knew that Billy would be expecting something outrageous. And if he didn't get outrageous, he would create outrageous, so I had learned that it was better to be one step ahead of him rather than two steps behind.
"What do you want to wear?" I asked Susan.
"Something very sexy and accessible."
"How about that Moroccan outfit I gave you a few years back?"
"The top is great. It is very loose and I can easily flash my boobs with it, but the bottom is too long. It comes down below my knees."
"Anything you can do about that?" I asked.
Susan thought about it for a moment and then got up and went to our bedroom to get the dress. She shed her clothing on the way and returned wearing the top and carrying the bottom. Her naked and now clean shaven pussy was glistening as she walked.
The Moroccan outfit is a light cotton beige material styled to wrap around her waist. The result was lots of cleavage, and when tied loosely, lots of flashing boobies. The bottom was the same material, and also cut in a wrap around.
"I think I can make this a bit more, shall we say, 'accessible' with a few hours on the sewing machine." That's right, my Susie is a seamstress too. And as I say that, it dawns on me that she can probably make more interesting outfits than we can buy.
Susie wandered off and for the next couple hours I could hear the sewing machine bob its little bobbin up and down as if it was engaging in a mechanical form of masturbation, for little machines only.
"There, that should do it," she said as she pulled the skirt from her machine and wrapped it around her waist. Or perhaps I should say that she wrapped what was left of the skirt around her. It had gone from six inches below her knees to eight inches above, and the slit from the wrap was positioned straight ahead, so the gap at the top of the slit let the light shine on the very tops of her inner thighs. And when she positioned herself with a back light, it literally lit up her pussy. Her camel toe was clearly visible though the very sheer material, and if she sat down, all she had to do was spread her legs a tiny bit and to flash her gash.
"Interesting. Enticing. Accessible. I'm sure Billy will like it. I know I do. I walked up to her and discovered another feature of her new styling. If I dropped my hand, it fell right at the top of the slit in her dress and gave me almost instant access to her pussy.
I started to test out the limits of that access, but Susie said, "Save your love juices for Friday night. I want you really horny and loaded with jism." She pulled my hand from her moist pussy and licked each of my fingers and then stuck her own fingers in her pussy and offered me a taste of her juices to lick off her fingers. Darn right finger-licken good, she was.
As the dinner hour approached, I showered and dressed in some casual khakis and a loose fitting Hawaiian shirt. Susan showed up right on time, dressed in the Moroccan and some flat sandals, just as Billy rang the doorbell. He was dressed in pure Billy. Genes and a T-Shirt from some long forgotten band tour, and a pair of easy off sandals. Some familiar brand that I couldn't quite place.
I decided that I wanted to drive, at least so I could have the illusion that I was in control of my own destiny. It turns out that control didn't matter, and for most of us that evening, control barely existed at all.
We got to the restaurant and asked for a booth at the very back of the room. The booth has high walls and it faces into the room. It also has a very deep table cloth, so at some level, it was like the forts I used to build as a kid. We had lots of fun in those old forts. Especially with Penny Amos, but that's another story altogether.
Susie slithered sexily info the booth and Billy and I squirmed in after her. As expected, she was the center of attention. At first, she was the center of the Bob and Billy universe, but soon (and I eventually learned how she did this) people started to be drawn into her magnetic field. First it was our waitress who seemed to pay a bit more attention to Susan than to Billy or me. And soon, I couldn't get a word in edgewise. Susie and our waitress were off in some special universe that only they knew about. After a conversation that seemed to last an hour or so, but in reality only lasted 37 seconds, Susie turned her attention to us and pulled our inner legs toward her as she raised each leg to drape both legs over our own. Besides the affectionate connection, this also served to help her test drive her modified shirt. If she did it right, she told me, the top of the skirt would barely but fully cover her puss. Susan's invitation was as direct as Billy could handle it. She took his right hand and put it on the insides of her left leg and said to Billy, "Where's heaven, baby?" Billy caught on in a flash and soon bumped into my hand, gently stroking in and out of Susie's well prepared pussy.
Even If our hands and Susie's pussy were not directly visible from the perspective of the serving staff, it was quite obvious that was going on. So everybody knew what was going on in Susie's pussy, but nobody was going to blow the whistle. So naturally, Susie had to amp the game. She pulled her blouse open so that one of her breasts was fully exposed and tried to milk it, with obviously little success. "Do you have a breast pump" she asked the first male waiter to walk by. She pointed to her naked breast as nonchalantly as if getting waiters to find breast pumps for gorgeous women was her day time job.
The waiter was totally flummoxed by her question. I don't think he had any idea what a breast pump was, much less why some woman would be flashing her tits at him and asking for one. But his body certainly had a truth-response. He froze in his tracks, his eyes glued to Susan's boob as if it was a hypnotic disc and she was the hypnotist. And his pocket rocket readied itself for blast off.
"Oh my," Susan said as she covered her breast and looked straight at his groin. "I'm sorry. Did I do that to you? I just had a baby and my boobs are lactating," she told him, "and I need to get rid of some of the excess milk."
Susan had him completely confused. He didn't know whether to believe her or not, and his cock had gotten so hard so quickly that it was caught at an awkward and probably painful position in his pants. His only possible response was a hasty retreat, which he pulled off rather well by saying, "I will check in the kitchen and get back to you." And with that, he turned quickly and hobbled away.
"That was downright nasty," Billy said with a chuckle. "What if he comes back with a breast pump?"
"I guess I will just have to put it to work. In the mean time, I need to go pee." And with that pronouncement, Susan pushed Billy out of the booth and shuffled herself out and was off to the bathroom. Billy gave me a sideways glance, shrugged his shoulders and took off after Susan. I decided to hold down the fort in case our waiter really did come up with a breast pump.
I had to wait for a lot longer than it should have taken for Susan to take a pee, and I suspected that she and Billy were up to no good. My suspicions were confirmed when they both returned looking a bit disheveled. Billy's fly was at half mast, and Susan looked quite flushed. She also had a several glistening drops of semi-clear liquid on her neck.
"How was the blow job?" I asked Billy as they seated themselves.
"Damn, she's good," said Billy. "She took everything I had right down her throat."
