Sunday
I'd left a message with Rachel to say I'd like a +1 for a work event, and she called me back. We had a little chat, and she said she was looking forward to it, and would be here on Friday by the time I got home from work.
I fired the TV up and watched the game until I got my message from Sandy.
[I went to Bob's. I was wearing a long dress, pantyhose. He was in a hurry, so I just sucked him off]
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Monday
In the office, we all got together and decided that we were going to go all out for the team dinner on Friday - we'd wear suits, and we'd have our partners really dress up.
"Who'll tell Bob and Sandy?" Don asked.
"I guess I will, " I said.
I left them in the kitchen and headed to Sandy's office. She wasn't on the phone, so I just blasted in there. She looked up at me.
"We're all going dressed up on Friday, so wear something really sexy," I told her. "Do me a favor and tell Bob next time you're sucking his dick."
She gave me a scowl as I rolled on out and headed back to my desk.
A few hours later, I watched her head out for her run. I really looked at her for a change, and noticed that her legs looked more muscular, and her butt looked tighter. The exercising was working, she was looking hotter.
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Tuesday
I had a quiet day in the office, as Sandy was out seeing a customer. Still, I wanted to screw with her.
]Upskirt[
It took a little while, but I got a picture up her skirt. I don't know which skirt she was wearing, but she had on stockings and a thong.
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Wednesday
I'd planned out the evening, so I was having trouble concentrating at work as I wanted the day to end. When I saw her in the kitchen, I told her to bring her miniskirt and tiny thong.
I left a little early.
At home I went through my drawers and picked out a plain white T-shirt.
I was peering out of the window, waiting for Sandy to arrive. When I saw her car pull in, I grabbed my stuff and rushed down to meet her.
"Hi," I said to her through her open window. "Let me in."
She unlocked the passenger door and I got in.
"Did you bring your outfit?" I asked, as I bucked my seat belt.
"Yes," she said.
"Yes sir."
"Yes sir," she said.
"Good girl," I said. "Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
I directed her onto the freeway, and a few towns over. I had her pull off the freeway, and directed her to a shitty little dive bar I'd found online. She noted the sign outside saying "Wet T-shirt contest tonight." She didn't look happy at that.
We pulled up and parked.
"Let's get you ready," I told her. "Put your costume on."
"Here?"
"Well, you can get out and do it it you'd prefer."
Sitting down, she struggled to wiggle her yoga shorts down. She reached back for the miniskirt, but I stopped her.
"Thong first."
She grabbed the tiny little thong, and turned back. She wiggled her sports thong down, over her sneakers, then put on the tiny little one. Then she reached back and picked up the skirt, putting that on.
"Take your top off," I told her.
She pulled her baggy T-shirt off over her head. I just sat there, waiting for a second. She sighed, and struggled to get her sport bra off.
I let her sit there, topless, for a few seconds, then gave her the white T-shirt. She grabbed it from me and quickly put it on.
"Right, let's go," I said and climbed out.
We walked up to the door. Sandy seemed unsure and hung back a little, but I pressed ahead.
"She's here for the competition," I told the bouncer. He opened the door and pointed us to the office.
We went in, and there was a table outside the office, with a girl sitting there.
"She'd like to sign up for the wet T-shirt competition," I told the girl.
Sandy smiled at her, weakly.
The girl behind the desk smiled back at her. "OK, sign here, and I'll take you back and run you through it all."
Sandy signed the form, and allowed herself to be led away. I went to the bar and ordered a Coke. The bar's pretty small, and it was also pretty full, maybe fifty people.
They had a little blocked off section, with a paddling pool in the middle, and I found a seat not too far from the front. There were three judges sitting at a table right at the front, with a load of guys standing around behind them.
I settled in to watch as the music started up, and a guy with a microphone came out and started whipping the crowd up. He told us the first girl was coming out, and everybody cheered.
The first girl came out - she was a tubby little thing, with big old titties. She had a white tank top on, with a pair of black yoga pants. She was barefoot, and stepped into the paddling pool. She was swaying along with the music when they dumped a big jug of water over her. She gasped, holding her top away from her skin for a moment, before pulling it back to her. The crowd cheered. She had large areolas, and big nipples. She stood there, sort of dancing and wiggling around for a bit, and was pointed over to the back wall.
When she'd got to the wall, the next chick came out. She was even younger than Sandy by the looks of things, in a wife beater and a little black miniskirt. She was dancing as she headed to the pool. As the jug of water was poured over her front, she lifted her shirt and showed everybody her tits. Her navel was pierced, and she had a big hanging ring in it. Her tits were bigger than Sandy's, with darker nipples. Again, there was a lot of cheering, and she danced until she was pointed to the wall.
The second girl got to the wall, and carried on dancing as Sandy came out. She just walked to the pool, barefoot, and stepped in. They dumped the water over her, and she swayed along with the music, but didn't go out of her way to look sexy. The crowd seemed more subdued, and it didn't take long until she was ushered off. She stood there and met my eyes, and I glared at her until she started to sway with the music a little. I nodded to her.
The next girl was taller, in a pair of white short shorts and a tank top. Her tits were large and stuck out from her chest. When they dumped water on her shirt, her nipples were very nigh, making me think her tits were, let's say enhanced. She didn't dance much, but she rubbed the water into her chest link it was sun tan lotion or something. The crowd seemed to enjoy it. As the water soaked through her shorts it was obvious that she was wearing a black thong underneath them.
When the taller girl wiggled her ass over to the wall, the next girl came out. She was in high heels, a thong and a short T-shirt, and kicked her heels off just as she stepped into the pool. She had a large dark tattoo of some tribal design or something or other on her left hip. There was a lot of noise from the crowd as she had her arms up over her head, gyrating like a stripper, when they dumped the water over her. Her tits weren't that big, but they looked good in a wet shirt.
When she was finished under the water, she stepped to the side, and the other girls came from the wall to be alongside her. She'd stepped back into her heels, and continued her sexy dancing.
The girls all stood in a line, dancing sexily - even Sandy now. They were rubbing their tits, the first one was pulling on her nipples, and trying to look as sexy as possible. The fourth girl worked on getting her shorts undone, and pulled them down past her hips. She turned her back and wiggled her ass as she pushed them down to her knees. The third girl turned her back to us and bent over, twerking her ass at us as her skirt slid up, revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing panties - we were getting glimpses of her hairy pussy. Three of the girls, not the first tubby girl or Sandy, had taken their shirts off and were topless at this point.
The judges had obviously chosen a winner, and the guy with the mic went down to their desk and came back with a clipboard. They'd chosen the fourth girl, with the fake tits, and everybody cheered. The girls filed off, and everybody seemed to rush the bar for more beer.
I sat and sipped at my Coke until Sandy came and found me, working her way through the rowdy crowd. She had her sneakers on, and all her clothing was damp and still see through.
"Can we go?" she leaned to my ear and asked.
"Sir," I said as she straightened up.
