After having spent the afternoon fucking and sucking with Caitlin and Deirdre, Arthur was nearly exhausted so he suggested they hit a local restaurant for dinner. The girls agreed, "as long as we can dress as we want to."
Arthur was not about to complain, after all, these two very hot 20-year-olds would be on his arms as they arrived. He expected there would be plenty of jealous looks and he was going to love basking in that glory. "I trust you both, girls. You're going to make me look like a very lucky man."
Unbelievably, it took almost an hour and a half for Deirdre and Caitlin to exit the bedroom, calling out to Arthur who was sitting by the pool that they were ready. He'd almost fallen asleep after all that exercise in the sun, but he was ready, and getting hungry. They agreed Deirdre would drive as Arthur had been drinking a little too much, and Caitlin didn't really enjoy driving in the city.
"We're off then," called Arthur, followed by "shotgun!"
"Fine, said Caitlin, but I get the front on the way back, dude!"
When the three of them arrived at the restaurant, a trendy Salvadoran eatery with amazing flavours and live music, the girls took Arthur by the arms, one on each side, squeezing him tightly between them. He could feel their tight bodies against his arms, and Deirdre's swollen breasts especially. He was in heaven, he thought. And girls being girls, both of them headed straight to the ladies' room before even being seated, something Arthur took care of with their hostess. He chose a table off to one side and with a good view of the duo playing on the small stage. Naturally, he sat with his back to the wall, just making sure he got a good look at everyone ogling his dates.
What Arthur did not realize is that the two girls had a plan in place. They had dressed nicely, rather demurely in fact, before leaving the house. But they had planned to surprise Arthur once they were at the restaurant. Really surprise him!
Arthur was watching the musicians, tapping along to a catchy little rancho tune, when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye: Caitlin was slowly walking towards him, but oh my did she look different. Instead of the very nice, but conservative little skirt and knit top, she wore a microscopic miniskirt that came so high up her thighs that had she had a bushy pussy, he could probably see it. And the skirt was two sizes too small, but the stretchy fabric meant if hid nothing of the lovely shape of her hips and thighs.
Below the skirt it was all leg, great legs tapering into an open-toed summer sling-back sandal with at least a six-inch heel. For a top she had on a an equally snug bustier that pushed her medium-sized breasts together to form a delightful valley of cleavage, suggesting she was much bigger than the reality. The fabric of the bustier showed the ribs that formed the garment and was almost translucent. Caitlin's nipples were prominent behind the ineffective covering. They were not fully erect he knew, but there was a distinctive swell centered on her areolas.
Arthur found himself slack-jawed: He'd almost not recognized her as she made her way to their table, but boy was he happy at the new outfit and the looks of every man in the vicinity. Caitlin made a show of arriving at the table. She stood just in front of Arthur and did a little pirouette to allow him a long and complete view of her outfit. He whistled softly in appreciation, a sound repeated in at least two other locations in the restaurant. Caitlin had a huge smile pasted on her face at the appreciative audience, but especially from Arthur.
She sat down beside him, rather demurely somehow, until she had to cross her legs. "Oh, God!" moaned Arthur.
"Thank you Arthur. That's nice of you to say." Almost too polite, but he understood her completely. She was playing it straight in contrast to her sexy attire. She asked him, "are you ready for Deirdre now?"
In his excitement and surprise, Arthur had actually forgotten he had two luscious dates tonight. What would Deirdre be wearing, he wondered, knowing it was going to be at least as fantastic as Caitlin's. "Why don't you invite her out," he suggested, to which Caitlin just gave a little nod towards the back of the room and triggered the arrival of the chocolate woman as Arthur had started to think of her, a term he'd told Caitlin about and she'd decided it would be their new nickname for their lover.
"Here comes the chocolate for our table," she said quietly.
Arthur was even more impressed by Deirdre's look, if that was possible. She was show less skin but it was a stunning display nonetheless. The young woman wore a two piece business suit. Made of raw silk with a very supple drape, and very lightweight, the skirt fit tightly, ending three or four inches above her knees. Her legs were bare and she wore a very high heeled pump in a matching cream colour. Her darker skin made the skirt and shows almost glow against that background.
So far so good, but the piece de resistance was the jacket. Deirdre wore the matching silk jacket and nothing else. The gap in the fabric teased the eye into staring, as Arthur was doing now; there was no way to fasten the jacket so the fabric just draped down from the shoulder, over her luscious breasts and the fell right to below the waist. Every step Deirdre took made the jacket wave slightly, sometimes a little more and a good portion of one breast would peek out, disappearing again just as quickly.
Arthur was mesmerized. He gazed at Deirdre's perfect skin, from her throat, between her breasts, down to her belly button and beyond a few inches more. When she arrived at the table, she did the requisite turn in front of him, asking, "how do you like my outfit, Arthur?"
