Glamour Shots, Chapter 21 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 21

... maybe her ass made the jeans look simply spectacular. Either way, it was a great combination. Marci noticed the same time I did, and whistled. “Wow, girlfriend! Great pants – is that something you modeled today, for Dunstan’s?” Alli smiled, bending to give Marci a hug and Michael a kiss before sliding into our side of the booth. “Yes, and Derek told me I should keep them! You’ll be happy to know that he said I had the best ‘jeans-ass’ for the shot, so I got to model these for the ads – and they ain’t cheap!” Michael laughed. “Well, I’m not sure what a ‘jeans-ass’ is, but you do have a very fine ass, my sexy friend.” I was still a little stuck on Derek complimenting my wife’s ass, and then giving her an expensive gift. “You get to keep the clothes you model, plus you get paid? Nice deal – how much does a pair of pants like that sell for?” Alli shook her head and laughed. “No, we don’t get to keep all of them, but since they couldn’t sell these now anyway, he said he’d clear it with the marketing rep for the store – and so here I am – and these were marked a little over three hundred and ninety bucks!” That made no sense to me. “But if you get…” Marci interrupted. “What she’s so delicately trying to say, you big klutz, is that she had to model those with nothing underneath, and so they can’t be sold now. Health laws, Dave – no panties, no sell!” I looked at Alli, who was blushing. “So you’re not wearing anything under those? Still?” She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows at me ...

... playfully, still red in the face. “Nothing comes between me and my designer jeans, bub.” I looked at her, and then across at Michael, who gave me a raised eyebrow and a grin. “Don’t know about you, but that’s going to be on my mind all evening – and I don’t give a crap if she is your wife!” I could only chuckle and shake my head. “No, it’s okay. I’ll be doing the same, and still would if it was Marci, too! Umm, you are wearing yours, aren’t you, Marce?”” Both women laughed, and Marci said, “Yes, I am; but listen to you guys! It’s not like she’s wearing some short skirt and you’re going to get a peek – she’s in denim pants, fellas; you can’t tell a thing.” Allison agreed, nodding. “Yeah, why is that so fascinating to you guys? I’m totally covered, you know.” Michael and I looked at each other and shrugged, and he said, “There’s just something about knowing, about a woman in no panties…it’s a fun little bit of information to have. Sexy, you know.” Marci looked at me. “And you’d really obsess over me in no knickers, huh, boss?” I laughed. “Oh yeah! I’m not sure ‘obsess’ is the right word, but yeah. I’d be aware, let’s say.” They looked at each other and laughed. Alli poked me gently in the side. “You guys are so weird! We wouldn’t think twice about you guys with no underwear under your pants!” Marci objected. “Speak for yourself, girlfriend! I’d spend the whole day checking for telltale bumps and bulges and identifiable objects!” Michael grinned as he put his arm around her. ...