Breaking the Rules - Sex Stories

Breaking the Rules

... fiddle with her bra. Much to Elena's surprise, she soon felt cool air touch an unexpected place. Looking down, she saw that the bows had in fact been laces holding together the centre of the cups, and that Hayley had untied them, snagging the laces in the process and tucking them into her bag.

Elena's hands quickly shot up to cover her exposed nipples.

"You bitch!" She yelled, mostly jokingly.

It was while she was looking at a very smug Hayley that Elena noticed something she had missed before. A cloud had gone in front of the setting sun, cutting off the glare on the windshield of Hayley's car, revealing none other than Marco sitting there in the driver's seat. At least he was looking away- absorbed in something on his phone maybe- but the sudden realization that she was standing there in nothing but her panties and an open bra hit her like a punch, knocking the wind out of her momentarily.

"Looks like the panties have one of those too. Shall I undo it now or save that for later?" Hayley asked, oblivious to the sudden change in the atmosphere.

"How about never!" Elena squealed as she quickly picked her dress back up, hastily throwing it over her head, pausing only to carefully fit her hair back through the neckhole.

"Awww, fine. Later it is then."

"Were you planning to tell me we had an audience for my strip show?" Elena said, her stomach aflutter with embarrassment and... something else.

"Who, Marco?" She scoffed. "He's a gentleman. Even if he did ...

... see anything, he'll be polite about it. Besides, you're hot as fuck, babe; you deserve to show off." Elena opened her mouth, but Hayley was faster. "Anyway," she said, blowing past Elena's signalled objection. "We need to get going. You take shotgun, I need to finish putting on my outfit in the back seat."

As it turned out, the "rest" of her outfit was nothing more than a pair of black fishnets. Elena sat in the front seat as Marco smoothly maneuvered the car through busy city streets. All the while she was trying to deduce their destination. "Hey," Marco said, catching her attention. "I just want to let you know that I didn't see very much at all... the moment I saw you lifting your dress I looked away. If I may, though, your outfit is really sexy." That one hit Elena strangely. On the one hand, he was trying to be respectful and tell her that he hadn't ogled her, but on the other he had openly complimented her outfit, and, by extension, her body- which he may or may not have seen mostly naked. A flurry of conflicting emotions jostled their way through her body. Eventually, she stammered out a simple thank you, wishing he had just not addressed it at all.

She was so distracted by this that she didn't even notice at first that they had arrived at their destination. Looking out the window, she saw the packed parking lot of an upscale looking establishment. The dull pulse of dance music emanated from inside, and a few coloured spotlights traced lazy paths back and forth ...