Work went by splendidly that week, I got done early on Friday so I didn't have to deal with rush hour traffic, and I pulled into Brandi's driveway around 3PM.
"Hey, Brandi!" I called out as I came in from the garage.
I heard a bit of shuffling from her bedroom and she calls out, "Hi, Kord! Perfect timing! I need a man's eye real quick. Can you come in here and help me decide?"
"Yeah, sure. One moment." I stepped into the guest room where Mary and I have been staying these past 2 months, and slipped off my work clothes and stepped into my "comfy" clothes - baggy T-shirt and gym shorts. I stretched my hands over my head and arched my back to relieve the cramped car ride home and get a bit of energy back.
"Please hurry, Margy will be here anytime to pick me up."
"Be right there." I finished my stretch and walk into Brandi's bedroom. "What do you need, Brandi?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. Brandi was standing there with two dresses held up, looking at each one in front of herself in the full length mirror, back and forth, trying to decide which looks better. I could see her naked back, still very nicely formed, as it flowed down to her wider hips and slightly larger ass, barely being kept up by her somewhat frilly panties. I mean, I guess I wasn't expecting her to be in giant granny panties either, but these seemed sexier than I would have guessed.
"Oh, there you are!" as she turned to face me. "Which one, this floral one, or this shorter one?"
She first placed the floral patterned dress in front of her, a nice summer dress with a square but quite low neckline, that revealed quite a bit of cleavage, I would surmise, "This one?" and then she moved it away, replacing it with a smaller, shorter dress with a V-shaped neckline, that didn't plunge quite so far down as the other. However, the dress was well above her knees. I also got a nice glance at her naked breasts again as she made the switch.
"Margy and I are going to the club tonight for Monte Carlo casino night. Mary said I needed to dress fancier to get some male attention. But that's Margy, not me. She's the attractive one. "
"Brandi, she's just more forward, that's all. You are just as attractive. In fact, I would say Aunt Margy acts that way because you are way better looking than her."
"Oh, don't be stupid. Flattery will get you nowhere with me. Especially silly pickup lines like that. Now, be honest, which one?"
"I guess the first one? They both like nice."
"If I wanted a guess, I'd have flipped a coin! Honestly, which one would you want Mary to wear to make your blood boil?"
"Maybe try them on? That might help."
Brandi walked into the closet and came out with the floral dress on. And I was right, the neckline was way low, and there was quite the décolletage visible. They just presented well. The hemline was just below her knees, just a typical light summer dress, and when she turned for me to look at the back, it flared up a little bit, exposing her knees and a bit of lower thigh. Quite impressive, actually.
"Ok, I like that one. Traditional yet still a bit sexy. Now the other one."
Again, Brandi went into her closet. I looked at the mirror, and I could see her changing. I know that I should look away but I didn't as she stepped out of one dress, and I watched as she bent over to pick it up and toss it over the valet. My eyes were fixed on her ass as she wriggles into the next one. It was quite tight on her, but not in a disgusting way. It was meant to highlight her feminine curves and accentuate them. The hemline stopped mid-thigh, almost a foot shorter than the other, showing off her legs.
"Going to have to be careful sitting down in that one," I told her.
"Is it too short? Scandalous?"
"No, not too short. Another 2 to 3 inches shorter and it might be. Turn around."
Brandi turned around, looking over her shoulder at her butt in the mirror. "Oh dear. Those panty lines!"
"Men like panty lines. It lets them think about taking them off. Uh, maybe that was TMI. Sorry."
"No, I said I wanted honesty. Thank you. What about no panty lines? What does that do for you?"
"Well, " I reply, "I guess we then start wondering if you are wearing a G-string, or nothing at all, I guess."
"Ooh, that sounds interesting." Brandi said. I watched as she wiggled her hips back and forth, pulling up the skirt part of the dress over her ass, and proceeded to pull her panties off. She was standing there, exposed for a few seconds before she pulled the dress back down over her butt and straightened it out. I was pretty sure on this viewing that her bush hairs are both blond AND grey. My eyes were transfixed, looking at her nether regions, still staring after they became covered by the material again, like I am burning that sight into my memory.
"How about now?" Brandi asked as she turned to show her butt. "No lines!"
"Yep, definitely no lines," I managed to stammer out finally.
"Ok, so which do you like better? Which would you want to see Mary in?"
"I think the second one," I told her.
"Why, because no panty lines, or because no panties at all?"
My face flushed and started to redden.
She patted me on the cheek. "Well, that answered that question." She walked away, smiling.
"Yeah, OK. You good?"
"Yes, thank you. Now I know all men are perverts, and the mystery matters. Not that it matters when you are my age. No one will be looking anyways." Brandi trailed off. "Anyways, thanks again. If Margy gets here before I'm ready, be a dear and tell her to give me just a few minutes." She closed the door behind her as I left her room, as if being modest. She had just pulled her panties off right in front of me just 2 minutes ago. I will never understand women.
I heard Brandi's phone ring and her talking to Mary on the line.
Yes. I tried them on. Yes, he said the tight one. Sure, that's..."
BEEP BEEP!
Margy's horn took me away from my eavesdropping.
"THAT'S MARGY! TELL HER I'LL BE RIGHT OUT!" Brandi yelled through the door.
I stepped outside and chatted with Aunt Margy, Brandi's younger and more wild little sister. She's was showing more cleavage than a truck stop hooker, and as I leaned a bit on the window, I saw her skirt barely covered her privates. If she had owned a stray bush hair, I'd have seen it, it was that revealing. Margy is such a tease. I kept her company until Brandi came out, wearing the floral print summer dress. Interesting...
"Thanks, Kord, for your help!"
"No worries, Brandi! Have fun! Not TOO much fun though!"
"You have fun tonight, too! I will not be home before 10, so you two enjoy!" She said this with a twinkle and a knowing smile. I wondered what her and Mary are up to now, and I began to be concerned, but not too much, I guess.
I headed back inside, and pulled out a couple of steaks, marinated them, and got the grill prepped before Mary arrived home. Brandi pre-chops vegetables after she buys them, so it was just a matter of pulling out enough for two, and tossing them in some vinegar and oil, salt and pepper, and they were ready for the grill, too. It's 4:30, and Mary gets home by 5:15, so I lit the charcoal so we can eat right after she gets home and changes.
Mary entered the house right as the charcoal is finishing up it's preheat, and I gave her a peck, told her she has 20 minutes, and she jumped in the shower as I started cooking on the grill. 15 minutes later, Mary came out to check on me. She was wearing the tight, form fitting dress that I told Brandi I liked better.
"You like?" she asked, as she twirled for me. "No panty lines, just like you wanted!"
I groaned. OK, now I knew that anything I say to one of these women shouldn't be anything I don't want the other to hear, too. But then my mind turned to the thought of Mary not wearing any panties under that dress, and my smile could have matched the Cheshire cat on a sunny day. We ate dinner, chatting about the week, Mary was going on about her mom, and how getting out more is good for her, and needing a confidence boost and blah blah blah. She was talking, but my mind is on what's under that dress and how I might find out exactly.
"You agree?" Mary asked me.
"What? Oh yes, of course."
"Really!?????!!! Oh, you're the best."
Oh boy.
She cleaned up the dishes, and told me to pour us a glass of wine and she'll meet me on the back screened-in porch. I poured two glasses, and sat on the sofa out there, and took a sip. I have to admit, I was looking forward to having the house to ourselves for a few hours, and it seemed Mary did, too.
She came out, picked up a glass and took a sip of wine. Well, maybe a gulp. Then she leaned over and gave me an amazingly deep kiss. We suddenly had our hands all over each other, and I felt up her ass through the dress, looking for the G-string, but nothing. I must say I took a deep breath when I felt nothing, and she smiled and broke off the kiss.
"I heard you thought 'No panties' was the best option." She giggled at me.
"Well, you heard right!" I pulled her down for another kiss, and she started massaging my almost erect cock. She broke our kiss off long enough to remove my T-shirt, and started kissing my chest, working her way down my belly. Getting to her knees in that dress was not an easy task, but she managed it with as much grace as possible. Or maybe she didn't and I was just concentrating on her hand on my dick.
She pulled down my pants, and I lifted my butt to allow her to pull them all the way off. My erect cock bounced around, pointing at the ceiling like a drunken sailor.
"Look at me." She stood up. I looked at her face. "Look at my body. Look at the dress. Remember who it was on before." Um, OK, where is this going? I stared at her tits, at her crotch area, knowing there was nothing between her and me but that thin material.
"Ok." I continued looking at her body, rubbing my hands along her curves, grabbing her ass, and I started to try to take it off from the top.
"No, stop that. Lean back and close your eyes."
"Uh, sure. OK." I did as instructed. "Now picture my mom in this dress. Not me."
Um, what?
"You promised! At dinner, you agreed."
I did? Shit. OK, I'll play along.
"Are you picturing my mom in this dress?"
