“So do you know what I found Liz doing at work today?” Rachel asked us between sips of beer as we sat around the little raised fire pit, watching the fire crackle away.
“No, what?” my wife asked her friend from under the blanket she shared with me on the two-person-wide lounge chair.
“She had her phone propped up under her desk and she was filming herself taking her panties off.”
“At work?” Abby, our forty-six year old neighbor asked from where she sat, wrapped up with her husband on a wicker love seat.
“Uh huh. Some kind of internet challenge thing: you video yourself, live of course, taking your underwear off at work.”
“And what, just flash the world your goodies?” my wife asked with a scowl.
“Not exactly,” Rachel answered. “Apparently, the idea is to do it without flashing anything, but making it very close to doing so. I guess the closer you come to exposing something, or even letting it flash for a fraction of a second, gets you more likes. And that’s the name of the game.”
“Sounds kind of stupid to me,” my wife said, still frowning. “Who’d want to see that?”
“Almost any guy.” Tom, Abby’s husband, chuckled. “You’d be surprised how many girls are doing those kind of challenges.”
“And you know about this, how?” Abby asked her husband.
He shrugged. “Oh, I’ve seen a few videos of it.”
“Dirty old man!” Abby said with a fake frown, punching her husband in the shoulder under the blanket she had over them. It wasn’t all that cold, but since the girls were all in reasonably short skirts, and had all sweated it up a bit during the line dancing class my wife had talked me into, the blankets warded off the evening chill.
“So, since you’re the expert. What kind of challenges do they do?” Evan, Rachel’s tall, slender husband asked with a grin. “And where do I find these videos?”
“Hell, they’re all over facebook and tic-tok. As far as what, everything from taking underwear off without getting undressed, to taking everything off behind a towel, and sometimes a see-through towel, to jumping up and down or dancing with no bra on. You’d be surprised. The idea is to be as close to flashing your body as possible without showing actual skin long enough to get the video banned for nudity. Though it seems lately that the number of crotch and boob flashes has been growing.”
“And they do all that just to get people to like them on the internet? Seems like a waste,” I said quietly.
“Right, like you aren’t going to go check ’em out now?” Tom chided me.
“He better not!” my wife said, elbowing me.
“What’s the matter Judy? Afraid your husband would see something he shouldn’t?”
“He can look at whatever he wants, as long as it stays just looking,” my wife answered her, though I knew damn well that she’d be pissed at me if I did more than glance at a good looking woman.
“This coming from the woman that I had to almost force to wear a dress above her knees?” Abby asked.
“That’s not fair. Just because I don’t wear short skirts-”
“Honey, you almost never wear a skirt,” Rachel chided her. “Other than line dancing and church, when have you worn a skirt?”
“Well, not too often. I’m more comfortable in slacks.”
“And you don’t have to worry about anyone ogling your legs, right?” Abby asked. “You have good-looking legs. I don’t understand why you’re so afraid to show them off.”
“I’m the HR director, not a coochie show!” my wife answered with a scowl.
“Coochie show? Damn woman! When have you ever heard that before?” Rachel asked. “I think you’re really just a prude, like a lot of women your age. Trouble is, deep down, they’re even more wild than today’s kids. Tell me you never did anything wild in your younger years. Let’s see; have sex in a car?” My wife was silent, which only seemed to embolden Rachel, the youngest of our little group that had taken to hanging out together. Rachel and Evan lived in the house directly behind ours, and were in their middle thirties. Rachel was the most outgoing of our little group, and worked in a law office downtown. Short skirts and tight shirts that molded to her little B- or C-cup boobs were pretty much the norm.
We’d only been in the neighborhood for about six months, moving to town after a well- coordinated effort by my company to transfer both of us at the same time, which was the only way we’d agree to change towns. Once we landed there, we made friends with Rachel and Evan, since our yards butted against each other, and also with Tom and Abby, a middle-forties couple that lived across the street. They were still almost fifteen years younger than we were, but they seemed to enjoy our company and neither seemed to think we were nearly as old as the calendar said we were. Both women seemed to enjoy needling my wife, trying to push her to dress and act more the age she looks, rather than the age she actually is.
“Well, based on the silence, I’d say she has,” Rachel said to Abby. “Let’s see. Um, skinny dipping?” Silence again. “Ohhhh naughty girl. Naked hiking?”
“Okay stop!” my wife said. I could tell, even in the dim light of the rope lights strung around the pergola over our patio that she was blushing.
“Wow. See? I told you, it’s always the prudish ones that are the wildest!” Rachel chided her. “Any other little noughties you want to clue us in on? How about it, Alex? Anything you wanna tell us your wife did in your younger years?”
“Don’t say a word!” my wife warned, pressing her elbow hard into my ribcage. “Not if you want to live!”
“What? Wait, what is it she did she doesn’t want you to say?” Rachel asked quickly.
“Uh uh. I don’t want to spend the night on the sofa.” I chuckled.
“Come on Judy! Spill!” Abby chided my wife.
“No!” my wife said, shaking her head. I could tell that she was blushing heavily and soon had her face covered, remembering back to when we were quite a bit younger.
“Come on Alex! Spill!” Abby pressed. “It’s gotta be good, or she wouldn’t be this embarrassed.”
“Let’s just say it was a bit embarrassing for both of us,” I answered.
“That much I can tell. Come on! Tell us Judy!”
“I can’t!” my wife said as she held her face in her hands.
I shook my head and chuckled. Maybe spending the night on the sofa wouldn’t be so bad. “Years ago she and I went hiking in this little, out of the way, conservation area. We were the only car in the parking area when we got there, and according to the map it was the only way into the trails. We’d only been married a few months and it was a nice, spring day, a bit warmer than this, and being a horny young man, I dared her to go topless while we hiked. She didn’t want to, but after a little back and forth, eventually we dared each other to actually go completely naked. We didn’t have a backpack or anything to carry our clothes in, so we stashed them behind a log alongside the trail.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad. In fact, it sounds like fun,” Abby said with a naughty looking grin.
“Oh, that wasn’t the bad part. The bad part was that when we came back our clothes were gone. At first, we thought someone stole ’em. With little other choice we headed back to where we parked, but there wasn’t anyone else there. It was just us. We were really confused. So we walked back to where we stashed the clothes again, thinking maybe we forgot the place or something. Then I found my keys down the hill, and then my wallet. A little bit later we found my shorts, and a little further on we found part of her clothes, completely destroyed. Something had torn them all up. Well, when she rolled her clothes up, she put her underwear inside the pocket of her shorts, and something decided it wanted her underwear. She ended up having to ride all the way home, right through town, completely naked. All she had was a ripped-up shirt to hold over her boobs and a few strips of her shorts to lay in her lap. Needless to say, by the time we got home I was more than ready to do it again!” I finished to the sound of everyone but myself and my wife laughing and a sharp jab in the ribs from my wife.
“You didn’t have to tell them that last part,” she hissed.
“Come on, they were going to guess it anyway. Besides, you can’t tell me something like that never happened to anyone else,” I said as the laughter died down.
“Okay. To be fair, one time I was out with some friends,” Abby said. “They convinced me to sneak into this yard and swim in the pool. We were all going to, all four of us. So we snuck into the yard and all stripped down naked. They waited until I was naked and pushed me into the pool, and then took off with my clothes. So there I was, naked and wet, and no clothes to wear.”
“Shit! What did you do?” My wife asked quietly.
“Well, when they left, they tripped the motion lights, so not only was I naked, now I was spotlighted. As if it couldn’t get any worse, the son of the owner came out and found me out there trying to hide in the bushes.”
“Ohhhhh damn!” Rachel said. “You never told me any of this.”
“Why would I?” Abby answered.
“So, what did you do?” my wife asked.
Abby turned her head to face her grinning husband. “That’s easy. I made him take off all his clothes and give them to me, and then I married him!” That got a laugh from all of us.
“So everyone does silly things. But at least when we did it, it wasn’t splashed all over the internet. I mean, once it’s out there, it’s out there forever!” my wife said.
“That’s true. But it still sounds like fun to do. I mean, I bet Alex wouldn’t mind watching me try to take my underwear off without flashing him,” Rachel said.
“He’d probably actually prefer if you did accidently flash him.” Abby laughed. “That’s what’d happen, right?”
“Oh, I’m sure I could take my panties off without flashing anyone,” Rachel said with a shrug. “It’s the bra that would be hard. At least for anyone that has big boobs.”
“You mean like you and Judy?”
“Uh huh.” Rachel grinned. “No way you can do it without flashing anything. In fact, I bet you can’t even take off your undies without flashing your goodies.”
“You really think so?”
“I’m pretty sure,” Rachel chided her back.
“Alright. What’s in it for me? What do I get if I do?” Abby asked.
“What do you want? Money? Fame?”
Abby grinned. “Tell you what. If I can take off my underwear and bra, without flashing my nipples or kitty, Evan has to flash me his junk.”
“Hey! Leave me out of this!” Evan said quickly.
“Uh uh. You wanna watch the show, you gotta pay up,” Rachel said with a wicked little grin. “I’ve seen the bulge you get when we’re in the hot tub and you’re looking at me in my bikini. Besides, she’s always bragging how big you are. How about giving me a little look?”
“You really want my husband to flash you? Seriously?”
“It’s just for fun, right? I mean, how much can we really see while he’s got a long tail shirt on? A few little glimpses while he takes off his underwear?”
“NO! NO WAY!” Evan snapped.
“Alright. But then Tom has to, too,” Abby answered, clearly ignoring her husband’s response.
“Hey!” Tom squeaked almost two octaves higher than his normal voice.
“Oh shush,” Rachel said to her hubby. She looked back at Abby, “Only if you manage to take off your bra and panties without showing anything at all. The slightest little flash and he doesn’t have to.”
“That’s easy! No flashing pussy lips or nipples,” Abby answered. “I’m so going to enjoy watching him drop his pants.”
“Jesus,” Tom swore quietly. “You girls really expect us to do this? Just drop our pants in front you?”
“You’re not bashful, are you?” Abby asked Tom with a grin. “I’d have thought you’d like showing off, given those little swimsuits you always have on in the hot tub.”
“Those are what Rachel buys me,” he said defensively.
“So it’s settled. But who judges? We can’t trust either of the boys to do it fairly,” Rachel asked.
“It’s Alex’s house, let him judge it. We stand in front of him, and he gets to decide if we flashed him or not.”
“Wait a second, don’t drag me into this,” I protested before my wife could.
“Oh, come now. You’re not afraid of watching us take off our underwear, are you?” Rachel asked me.
“Seems to me he gets the good end of this,” Abby added. “Gets to watch but doesn’t cost him anything.”
“True. But then, maybe we can extract a payment anyway?” Rachel said with a little grin forming. “I wouldn’t mind watching him drop his pants either.”
“You guys don’t want to be looking at an old man pecker,” I said sharply.
“Don’t be so sure about that,” Abby retorted before giggling. “Okay, you just judge it. Rachel, time to put up or shut up.”
Rachel climbed from under the blanket. She had on a button-down western shirt and a denim skirt that came down to the middle of her thighs. “Damn, it’s chilly out here,” she said quietly as she moved to stand where all of us could see her, especially me. She reached her hands up under her skirt and easily pulled down her panties, which were pretty skimpy. As she worked them down her legs and over her western boots, it was pretty obvious that it was only a little thong panty that would have barely covered her pussy. She picked them up and tossed them into my lap. Her bra was going to be much harder.
She unbuttoned almost all of her buttons, leaving only two buttoned between her small, maybe B- or C-cup breasts. She used her hands behind her back to unclip the little hooks on the elastic back strap. With that undone she had to figure out how to get the shoulder straps off her arms. She spent almost two minutes trying various ways to pull her arms out of her sleeves with the shirt still on. She stopped struggling and grinned. She walked over to me and bent over, her half buttoned shirt standing open. “Let me borrow your knife,” she whispered.
“Is that fair?” I asked.
“It is if you wanna see her try this,” Rachel whispered with that naughty grin of hers.
I dug in my pocket and pulled out the little folding knife I always carried. She walked back to where she had been pulled her left shoulder strap out of the front of the shirt and then used the knife to slice through the little strap. She did the same to the left shoulder strap and then pulled the bra down out of the shirt. She folded the knife and walked over to me again. She handed me the knife, bending over so her tits, not unrestrained, pushed the thin shirt material out at me, her nipples making obvious bulges. “Thanks,” she whispered as she walked back to her seat. “Your turn Abby!” she said as she slipped under the blanket.
“Uh uh. You cheated.”
“Where in the rules did you say no cutting?”
“She has you,” I said, getting an elbow from my wife under the blanket.
“Fine!” Abby said with a huff. She got out from under her blanket and moved to where Rachel had been standing. She had on a button-down long sleeve western dress that came to the middle of her thighs. It wasn’t a surprise that she could easily slip her panties down her legs without showing off, though she teased the front of her skirt up, working it almost high enough for me to see her pussy, while she wiggled her legs to work the panties down to her boots. She lifted one foot and then the other, holding the front of the skirt hem between her legs while lifting her knees high to get the panties to slip over each boot. Her knees came up, one at a time, and at least twice I thought I could see her bare crotch. Finally free, she kicked the panties through the air at me. Her bra was going to be tougher if she wasn’t going to show me her boobs. To my surprise she pulled her arms from her shirt and let it fall around her waist, leaving her in just her bra from the waist up. She reached behind her back undid the clips, and then with a very naughty look on her face, pulled the straps off her shoulders, one at a time, using her free hand to hold the cups over her breasts. She turned around, facing away from all of us, dropped the bra and then put her arms in her sleeves again, pulling the dress back in place before she turned back.
“That’s cheating!” Rachel said.
“Didn’t say no turning around, did I?”
“Okay, well, I’m saying it now. No turning around!”
She grinned and moved to sit back down. She didn’t cover herself up, but sat on top of the blanket. “Seems to me it’s Evan’s turn now.”
“Actually, if I understood correctly, it isn’t,” I said, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Wait! What?” Abby asked in surprise.
“At least twice I felt like I was looking up your dress. Sorry, but I felt like I got flashed.”
“NO! You didn’t!”
“Felt like I did,” I answered.
“You’re just saying that to keep Tom and Evan from having to drop their pants. Right?”
“Well, it’s not like I have a recording to go back to. I have to call it how I see it.”
“I don’t believe you,” Abby protested.
“One way to prove it. Alex describes what he saw and she shows us to prove or disprove it,” Rachel said.
“No way he saw,” Abby protested again.
“Easy to prove.”
“What if he just made it up?”
“Well, if he’s wrong, he has to drop his pants. After all, he is making you flash us all. Okay Alex, tell us what you saw.”
“You better just keep your mouth shut,” my wife said with a tight scowl on her face.
“What? I didn’t start this.”
“No, but you’re going to embarrass yourself in a minute. I didn’t see anything, so you could be wrong.”
“I don’t think I am,” I answered. “Besides, it’s my risk right? Not like you have to stand up and get naked or anything.”
She shook her head with the frown still on it. “It’s your body. You wanna flash our friends, go for it.”
I looked back at Abby. “You really want me to do this?”
“I know I didn’t flash you.”
“If you’re sure. You’re shaved down there. There looked to be some inner lip protruding and you have just a little bit of tan line in a triangle. I guess you do a tanning bed with a tiny little bikini on. Oh yeah. You have some hair on your mound, but not a lot. Couldn’t see too much there, mostly lower.”
Abby sat there silently.
“Come on. Show us if you dare,” Rachel chided her.
“No point. His description was pretty accurate,” Abby admitted.
“Good thing you didn’t do that on live internet,” her husband said, elbowing her a little. He reached over and pulled her against him in a sideways hug. “Don’t worry. We won’t tell anyone.”
“You better not!” she said with a frown. Then she looked over at me. “And you better not either!”
“Not a word,” I agreed.
—o—
Friday seemed to roll around more quickly than I would have expected. It had been a busy week, and we’d seen both Abby and Rachel several times over the course of the week. Fortunately what happened the previous week hadn’t been discussed, at least not in front of me, which I was a little relieved about. I felt more than a little awkward having sat there and described Tom’s wife’s privates in front of him.
Judy dried off after her shower and pulled on dark blue panties and the only strapless bra I’d ever seen her wear. She stepped into the closet and when she stepped out all I could do was whistle in appreciation. The strapless, blue denim dress fit her perfectly, the material hugging her middle enough to make her large breasts push up and out even more than normal, the pleated denim skirt portion swishing and flouncing as she turned side to side to view herself in the mirror. “Damn this is short,” she said with a frown. “And shows off way too much up top.”
“Is it new? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in it before,” I asked, trying to hide a grin.
“No, it’s one of Abby’s. She dared me to wear it tonight. Mostly because of how short the skirt is I think.”
“She dared you?”
“She seems to think I’m too much of a prude to wear anything shorter than my knees. I guess I let her goad me into it. It isn’t too short, is it?”
“I think it’s perfect,” I answered slipping my arms around her middle and pulling her back into me in front of the mirror. I leaned my head down and kissed her cheek and then her neck, making her scrunch up and giggle in a way that always turned me on. I shifted my face to the other side and kissed there, making her giggle again, her ass pushing against the growing erection in my pants.
“You keep that up and you won’t be able to go outside for an hour,” she whispered before giggling again. “Not with that hardon, you dirty old man.”
“Just for you, lover,” I whispered before kissing her earlobe and using my lips to playfully tug it, making her shudder with a sudden chill.
“STOP! You’re giving me goosebumps.”
I slipped my arms far enough to let my arms cross on her front and cup both of her big, thirty-eight triple-D-boobs that I loved playing with so much. “Maybe I need to warm them up?”
“Those aren’t goosebumps,” she giggled, pulling my hands down from her breasts. “You keep that up and I won’t be able to go outside for an hour either!”
“Oh? Why is that?”
She turned in my arms and put her arms around my neck. She stood on her tip toes and tilted her head up to kiss me softly. “Because I might get turned on enough and have to have you make love to me before we go.”
“And that’d be a bad thing?”
“We’d be late for class.”
“Well, maybe I can just tease you for later?” I asked, sliding my hands down to her dress-covered butt and then under the skirt, cupping her lace-panty-covered butt cheeks and squeezing them.
“Dirty old man. And you wonder why I don’t wear short skirts anymore?”
“I thought you enjoyed my attentions.”
“Mostly I do. But you do that at dancing and I’ll slap you silly!”
“Would I do that?” I asked as I slipped the fingers of my right hand down further, sliding them between her thighs to tease her pussy lips through the slick crotch material of the underwear.
“Oh yeah, if you thought you could get away with it.” She breathed heavily as my fingers stroked her. “Alright. Stop now. I’m serious,” she said suddenly, pulling my hands from under her butt and backing up. “We’ll be late for real.”
“It’d be worth it.” I grinned.
“Yeah. Just remember what I said. This dress isn’t your invitation to get handsy at dance. Got it, buster?”
“Yes m’lady!” I quipped with a slight bow. She rolled her eyes and shook her head as she headed for the living-room. I turned off the light and followed her, stopping and staring at her ass as she bent over to put her boots on, the shiny navy-blue crotch of her underwear glistening slightly between her thighs as she worked to put her boots on.
“These damn things are always hard to get on,” she cursed as I stared, wondering if I should tell her just how much she showed when she bent over. I decided against it, afraid she might change her mind and go change.
—o—
I wouldn’t call myself a good dancer. To be honest, half the time I had two left feet. But with line dancing, as long as I stayed in line I didn’t hurt too many people. It’s a good thing for me I’m more coordinated in other activities. I’m probably not being fair to myself. I could do a better job dancing if I wasn’t so distracted. All three of the girls were wearing short skirts, my wife’s very much shorter than she normally wore, which had my hormones racing. Not that my wife and I didn’t have sex, but we didn’t do a lot of things where I get so sexually stimulated in public, and watching her in a short skirt was like throwing gasoline on a fire. It took a significant effort not to grab her in places that would get me slapped, though I could tell that neither Abby nor Rachel missed the fact that I had a hardon all night. I about creamed my own pants when Judy bent over to pick up some trash. I stepped behind her and rested my hand on the small of her back, trying to figure out how to let her know she was flashing her underwear at the whole room, but as soon as I tried to tell her, she got the wrong idea and snapped at me, so I shrugged to myself and let her do what she wanted.
“So what has you all revved up tonight?” my wife asked quietly as we rode in the back seat of Rachel and Evan’s SUV.
“What do you mean?” I asked as innocently as I could.
“Come on honey. You’ve had a boner all night. Hell, it’s almost embarrassing,” she whispered.
“Maybe I just like what you’re wearing?” I whispered back.
“I have a hard time believing that. Maybe Rachel’s dress? It’s shorter than mine.”
“Nice looking, but nope.”
“Then what?”
“If you’re trying to figure out what has your husband so turned on, it’s those sexy little dark blue panties you have on,” Rachel said from the front seat.
“My underwear? How do you know my underwear is blue?” my wife snapped quickly.
“Honey, EVERYONE knows it’s blue. You aren’t used to wearing a short dress.”
“Everyone? What the hell? What does me not wearing short dresses have to do with it?”
Rachel laughed. “Judy! Every time you did that little twirl move your skirt would fly up and flash your panties, and oooooooh my, when you bent over to pick up the trash on the floor by your table, well let’s just say that everyone got a nice look at your panties, lacy blue panties with a nice satin crotch.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” my wife almost shouted as she turned to glare at me in the near darkness of the car.
“I tried to,” I answered defensively, “but you told me to be quiet.”
“You didn’t say anything about my underwear showing.”
“Oh honey, he did. I heard him. He started to say that he enjoys seeing you bent over and you cut him off before he could finish. Didn’t you notice he kept stepping behind you when you bent over?”
“I thought he was being…you know… a guy!” my wife said quietly, fanning her face with her hands.
Rachel laughed. “Oh he was being a guy alright, but he was also trying to block the view you were giving to all the other guys.”
“Ohmygod. I’m so embarrassed. I should never have let her talk me into wearing this.”
“Talk you into it? Abby did? That explains a lot,” Rachel said with a laugh.
“Why is that funny?” my wife said snippily.
“Oh, just that she made a bet with me, that I’m now going to have to pay up on.”
“A side bet of what kind?”
“She bet me that she could get you to flash your underwear at line dancing. If she did, I was going to have to go to work in a short skirt with no underwear all day.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound horrible. You’re used to wearing short skirts,” Evan said as he drove.
“Uh huh. But I have to do a Tic-tok from under my desk where I spread my legs as far apart as I can under the desk. The only saving grace is that at least it’s dark under there.”
“Why would she dare you to do that?” I asked.
“Because I dared her to go all day in her scrubs naked under,” Rachel answered. “And she did.”
“How do you know she did?” Evan asked his wife.
“Because she took a video of her dropping her pants in a storeroom to prove it.”
“Oh lord,” my wife groaned. “I might just kill her. She knew this dress would show off my underwear?”
“I’m sure of it,” Rachel answered. “Hey, you want to get her back?”
“Boy, would I like to!” my wife answered, irritation clear in her voice.
“I have an idea. I need to work on it, but all you need to do is go along with me.”
“What kind of idea?”
“Get her naked in front of the guys?”
“The guys, as in our husbands?” my wife asked.
“Sure. I mean, she deserves it, right?”
“Well, yeah, but I don’t know how much I want Alex staring at her naked body.”
“Oh, I doubt that it’ll be for long. She’ll probably be so embarrassed she’ll be trying to find a way to cover up. What do you say?”
“What do I have to do?”
“Well, I’m thinking we might have to get undressed. Not naked in front of the guys, but in a towel. They won’t see anything, but once we have her naked in a towel we’ll have her.”
“We can’t do this without us getting naked?”
“She’ll think something is up if we don’t do it too. What do you say? Willing to take a risk with me to get her back for this?”
“What do you think, honey?” my wife asked me.
I chuckled. “You’re seriously going to ask me if you can get naked in just a towel? Hell yeah.”
“In front of Tom and Evan?” she asked more pointedly.
I paused a second. “It’s just in a towel, right Rachel? I mean, not all the way naked in front of them?”
“Trust me, I’ll be as naked as she is. So if she get’s shown off, so do I.”
“When have you ever known me to not wanna see you naked. Okay, I’m in,” Evan said from the drivers seat.
“Alex?”
“What the hell. Okay.” I shrugged.
“Judy?”
“Oh hell. Why not. As long as I have a towel on and it isn’t in public.”
“It won’t be public. Just our little group,” Rachel said with a grin. “Just go along with whatever I say, okay? It might take some convincing, but I’m sure I can get her to do it. Once she’s in the towel, we can pull it and she’ll be bare to the world.”
“As long as she doesn’t pull ours in the process,” my wife said. “Right?”
“Right!” Rachel agreed. “Just pretend that you don’t know you were flashing your panties, okay? Make it like you just found out.”
As was the short-lived tradition we started with this dance class, we all gathered at one of our houses after class for some snacks. That week was Rachel and Evan’s house. We arrived and got out of Evan’s SUV, with Abby and Tom going to their house and then walking across the street and our yard to reach Rachel’s house directly behind ours. By the time they got there, Rachel had the snacks put out on the patio table, along with several bottles of wine and a small cooler of beer. It was a pleasantly warm night, though it was clouding up and smelled like rain was coming. Unlike out patio that had a pergola over it for a sun shade, Evan and Rachel had a large, almost twenty foot on each side, canopy they had purchased to cover much of the patio. It didn’t quite reach to the medium-sized hot tub, but it did have mesh sides that could be zipped up to deal with the bugs that were attracted to the little white LED Christmas-type lights strung around the metal support pieces of the canopy, making it fairly bright inside the enclosure.
Once everything was set out, Rachel and my wife disappeared for a few minutes, I presumed to plan their revenge. When they came back, I couldn’t help but notice that my wife’s boobs were jiggling a lot more in the dress than they had before and guessed that the two of them had ditched their bras in preparation for having to strip down without too much difficulty. My wife settled into the reclining chair I was in, pushing me to the side for the both of us to fit in, her chest pressing to my side. I could feel her nipple harden as she sat squeezed against me.
“Hey guys!” Rachel welcomed as Abby and Tom slipped in through one of the still-open zipper openings. “Grab something to drink!”
Tom, predictably went after one of the beers, like I had, and his wife poured a large glass of wine before moving to one of the lounge chairs. We sat around talking for some time before the conversation changed.
“So, I guess I need to pay up on the bet,” Rachel said.
“Seems that way,” Abby answered evasively.
“Do you suppose that maybe you should tell her what you did,” Rachel suggested. “I mean, since she was the one that showed off unknowingly.”
“Well, I don’t think…” Abby started to protest.
“Oh honey, I do think. Or do you want me to tell her?” Rachel asked.
“Um, we wouldn’t have to.”
“Oh, I think we do. I mean, after all, don’t you think she should know?”
“Know what?” my wife asked.
“That you were flashing your underwear,” Rachel said.
“I WAS WHAT!?”
“That’s right. Every time you spun around or bent over, that little short skirt she talked you into pulled up and showed off those sexy little lace panties.”
“My underwear? On purpose? You talked me into wearing this just to make me show my underwear?” my wife asked Abby angrily. I had no doubt that much of that anger wasn’t at all fake.
“Well, I didn’t know you would. I mean, you’d have had to bend over.”
“Yeah. And dumping some trash on the floor right next to our table was something I was going to ignore? Why the hell would you do such a thing to me?”
“Actually, it was easy. After hearing about you getting stuck naked in the woods, I figured a little underwear flash was nothing for you. Not like Rachel. She’s never flashed anything. Taking her panties off last week was pretty much the first time she’d done anything intentionally.”
“But why?” my wife asked again.
“Because it’s fun!” she said.
“Getting naked in front of other people is fun?”
“Well, not stripping or anything like that. It’s the possibility that makes it fun. I mean, some of us girls at work play this game. We challenge each other to wear really sexy underwear and then leave the ties on our scrubs loose. No way to know if or when they’d fall down, but having it happen in front of a sexy doctor never hurts,” she said with a giggle.
“You do that? On purpose?” my wife asked, clearly shocked.
“Not often. Wouldn’t do to get a bad reputation, but yeah, I do.”
“And you don’t care?” I asked Tom.
He chuckled. “Actually, I do care. We have rules. Any kind of underwear she wants, as long as there is some, and looking only, absolutely no touching. And if she does flash someone, she has to come home, strip for me and give me any kind of sex I want for the whole evening. And it’s always GOOOOOD sex!”
“I get so damn turned on. Some days I wait all day for my pants to fall down, getting wetter and wetter down there. Sometimes they don’t ever slip off. Either way, when I get home I’m always so damn horny that I can’t wait to jump his bones!” Abby said with a girlish giggle.
The rest of us sat there, stunned. None of us had any idea she did this, and she was less than bashful to describe it, now that it was out in the open.
“So then these little Tic-tok challenges are nothing to you,” Rachel asked.
Abby shook her head. “Uh uh. Not doing it on the internet. I mean, once it’s there it’s there forever. Someone recognizes it’s you and you lose your job and career. No thank you. If somehow I got caught on camera with my pants falling down, I could say it was an accidental thing. But stripping on camera? No way you can call that anything but what it is. The challenges sound fun, but I’m not doing them on camera.”
“Well, you have an audience here. I dare you to stand over there, with nothing but a towel, and completely strip without flashing us,” Rachel suggested.
“Completely, with nothing but a towel to cover me?”
“That’s the challenge. I bet Liz at work has already done that one.”
“Just a towel huh. That does sound like a challenge. What do I get if I manage to do it?”
“What do you want?”
“I wanna see the guys do it. Undress with nothing but a towel.” Abby smirked.
“Wait? What?” I asked quickly. “You girls doing that, go for it. But leave us guys out of it.”
“Uh uh. You wanna watch, you gotta put some skin in the game. I do it and Alex has to do it!” Abby said, looking directly at me.
“Me? Why me?”
“Because of that bulge in your pants,” she answered me. “Or don’t you think you can manage to undress with just a towel.”
“I’m sure I can. I’ve done it before in my boat plenty of times. Changing from clothes into a swim suit. I just want to know why I have to be part of this? I’m an old man. Why not Evan, or Tom. They’re both young. Lots better to look at than me.”
“True. Alright, both you and Evan.”
“Hey, wait a second. I’ve seen you naked, so it’s not a big deal for me, and I don’t care to look at their junk. If you’re going to do this, what do I get out of it?” Tom asked.
“You’re right. I think all three of us girls should do it. We do it and you guys get to watch and then you three do it. Everyone gets a chance to see something interesting.”
Somehow this wasn’t working out the way Rachel had suggested it would. How I was getting roped into being naked didn’t seem quite fair. “I don’t know about this,” I said quietly, hoping my wife would put the kibosh on it.
“Just go with it,” my wife whispered. “We need to get her out of her clothes.”
“Yeah, sure,” I answered, getting a little worried that this wasn’t going to end the way the girls thought it would.
“I’ll go get towels!” Rachel said, getting up.
“I’ll come too,” Abby said, following Rachel out of the enclosure and heading to the house.
Evan and I sat awkwardly silent, not sure what to say. Evan broke the silence. “Well, I guess we better move the chairs to one side. The girls are going to need to do this without anyone behind them.”
“Yeah. Probably right,” Tom agreed. “Not that I’d mind sitting behind any of them while they did this.” Tom and Evan moved the chairs they were using around to where I was sitting with Joan, putting the house behind them. They just about had the chairs all moved when Abby came back out with a small pile of towels.
“Rachel will be right out. She said she had to get something,” Abby said as she set the towels down. She pulled one off and handed it to my wife, took another and laid it on the chair that Rachel had been in, and then set one on her chair, leaving three much smaller towels. She grinned and tossed one to me. “Here you go.”
“This isn’t much of a towel.” I said, holding up the maybe two-by-three foot towel, probably not long enough to go all the way around my waist and barely long enough to reach my knees.
“Guys don’t need as much. Not nearly as much to cover.” Abby joked.
“Alright, I’m back,” Rachel called as she walked out the backdoor onto the patio. She slipped inside the screened canopy and walked to her chair. “Alright Abby. Let’s see you do this!”
Abby took her towel and unfolded it as she walked to the now open area between us and the house. She held the towel up to her chest and wrapped it around herself.
“No turning around this time!” Rachel called to her.
“Right, no turning around,” Abby answered as she tried to unbutton the front of her short, brown dress under the towel. It clearly wasn’t working, and she finally just undid the towel and held it in her teeth, letting it hang down in front of her as she unbuttoned all the buttons on the front. She tossed the towel over her shoulders, letting the open side hang down her back. She worked her arms out of the dress and then pushed the dress down to her waist. She was doing a surprisingly good job keeping her chest covered as she worked the bra straps down her arms, finally pulling it from under the towel and dropping it on the concrete. She shifted the towel so it wrapped around her body under her arms and over her breasts. She smiled, knowing she now had it licked, she pulled her dress down from under the towel until she could step out of it. Her underwear dropping last.
“Boots too!” Rachel called.
The boots turned out to be almost harder than her dress. She tried several times and finally had to hold the towel pressed to her crotch while she pulled her foot up out of each boot. “Done!” she declared as she headed back to her seat. “Your turn now.”
Rachel had it easy. She stood and pulled her boots off before anything else. She unzipped the back of her dress and held the towel in front of her as she let the dress fall down her body. She grinned at me and lowered the towel down, sliding it side to side, until her boobs were showing everything above her areola. She held it there, wrapped her towel around her body and then did a slow turn, stepping out of her dress as she did so. She squatted down, pushing her knees apart slightly, the towel pulling up her thighs until I could almost see her crotch. She held herself there for several seconds, letting my already-hard dick get even harder, before she reached for her dress and stood up. “That’s it! Nekky! Your turn June.”
“I don’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispered as she crawled out of my chair. I watched her walk to the front of us, carrying her towel. She took a deep breath and wrapped the towel around her. I watched as she struggled to pull the zipper down her back under the towel and then in frustration, did what Abby had done. She held the towel in her teeth, spreading it to hang over her boobs and cover them as she unzipped the back of her dress with both hands.