Glamour Shots, Chapter 21 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 21

... “That’s my girl, always keepin’ it classy!” We laughed at Marci’s unabashed horniness, and she laughed along with us. We chatted, ordered our food, talked some more, and ate our dinners, the same good, delicious, well-prepared food we always relied on at Chubby’s. Afterward, when our table had been cleared, we just sat and talked. And drank. Michael and Allison’s erotic moment at the hot tub party was not brought up, my assurances that it was all water under the bridge apparently enough to ease any remaining angst they might have felt. As the conversation slowly wound down and the evening got late, I began to sense that there was something, some other reason they’d wanted to have dinner with us, some issue or something they wanted to discuss, but they didn’t raise anything. It felt as though we’d consumed enough alcohol to lower any inhibitions they might be feeling, but still there was nothing. At one point Marci and Alli excused themselves to use the ladies, and I thought Michael might clear the air, but we just talked sports – and Alli’s ass as they walked away from us. When they returned, Marci reached out and dropped something in front of me, and it took me a moment to realize that it as a pair of lacy black panties…obviously worn, very recently. I may have gaped for a moment, but then I snatched them off the table. “Jeez, Marce!” Sometimes I felt like I spent half my life saying that! I could feel – or, at least I imagined I could feel – the warmth of her body ...

... still in the lacy material, and I was sure I could feel a small trace of slick dampness against my fingertips. I could feel my cock begin to harden, and I resisted the urge to raise the little panties to my nose to sniff them. It almost seemed like the most natural thing to do, but I resisted. I looked at her. “So now you’re also…” She laughed. “Yup! And I happen to be in a skirt, if you’ll recall.” I groaned. “Yeah, I recall.” The three of them laughed at me, but I didn’t care; by that point my erection had blossomed magnificently! I shook my head, blowing out a breath. “Great! No evening is complete until Marci is out of her panties!” They laughed. “On that rather enticing note, we should probably call it a night, wouldn’t you say?” They looked at each other, both of them sobering quickly, and then looked across at us. We were all leaning forward, over the table, a couple of us with our elbows resting on it. Michael broke the silence. “Actually, there was something we wanted to talk to you about - to ask you, before we go our separate ways.” We waited, but neither of them elaborated. They looked at each other again - nervously, I thought - and then Marci finally blew out a pent-up breath. “Okay, here goes... and don’t get upset, okay, because it’s just a question.” If she was trying to be sure she had our full and undivided attention, she succeeded. We waited, perhaps more warily than we had been a moment before. I tried to smile, to encourage her, because she seemed so ...