When my neighbor, Charlotte, and I were out at the pool, our appearance and behavior attracted attention. The appearance was mine: I was very out and girly now. I wore a purple silky jockey-type suit and nothing more. My toenails and fingernails were polished pink. I was in my 20s and she was twice my age. I minced along behind her, following her lead in public like a shy girl. When she lay out on a recliner in the sun, I knelt beside her on a towel and applied sunscreen to her. My reward for this was rubbing and touching her legs and feet. When she was facedown and I applied sunscreen to her thighs, I managed to raise myself up a bit so that her bare soles touched my groin. My arousal was instant and evident, even when I somehow managed not to make any sounds.

Soon enough, we attracted attention. It turned out to be a guy. Nice looking and middle-aged, like her, in good shape, more muscular than me, like most men, and clearly gay (I had pretty good gay-dar). He introduced himself as 'Dan', then spoke to her, not me.

"Is this your daughter?"

I was thrilled to be referred to as a girl, especially out in public like this, though other pool folks weren't close.

"Yes," my 'mommy' said. "This is Jenny."

I was, of course, an adult, but any reference to me otherwise was another thrill. Yet another thrill was soon to come, when she invited him home with us, to her place.

But instead of going right there, we stopped at the local on-premises lunch place. It was only about 11am, the place was mostly empty. We sat at a table for four, her across from me, him next to me. He continued speaking only to her.

"I love seeing your relationship," he said. "And I'd love to join in. May I?"

She nodded. He immediately put his hand on my bare belly, then trailed his fingers down onto my Speedo-covered groin. I was already erect of course. Being subby as I was, I kept my hands at my sides, doing nothing to keep from being touched, loving it.

He moved his hand up and then under my suit, touching my bare cock (or 'clitty', as I thought of it). I made my usual soft arousal sound - 'uh' - and pressed up against his hand. At that moment, our waiter arrived. I could see right away that the waiter was gay. Whether he could see what we were doing, or not, he was definitely smiling and - I believed - aware. Dan continued touching me, his fingers teasing my erection, the tip of it peeking up from the top of the small, tight bathing suit.

As if that wasn't enough, Charlotte moved forward enough to put her bare foot on my chair, between my open thighs, her toes now touching my balls. Charlotte and Dan ordered sandwiches and iced coffees, and a cold milk for me. I would have preferred a coffee as well, but being treated as if I wasn't grown enough for that was its own reward. While we waited for the food to arrive, Dan took a pat of butter off the table, spread it on his fingers, and then returned to touching me. But this time, slippery butter enhanced the feel.

I could no longer be quiet. I began moving my hips so that my cock moved up and back in his hand, my breathing quickened, and a string of 'uh's and small gasps began. The combination of the situation - being in public with Charlotte watching - and Dan's touch was going to make me cum.

With a final gasp and 'uh' I came, my cum wetting Dan's hand and my swimsuit. He kept squeezing me until I finished wetting. Just then, the waiter returned with our order. Dan took his hand off of me and rested it on the table, wet with my cum, not making any attempt to hide my juices from the waiter, who simply watched with a wider grin.

Dan looked at the waiter now, while raising his hand to my mouth. I licked my cum from him, his fingers in my mouth, and running them over my lips, then licking his palm and everywhere else. He finished drying himself with my napkin and sat back. I wondered what else he might have me do, knowing that whatever it was, I'd do it. That included a blowjob at the table, or me under the table at Charlotte's pussy. But none of that occurred. Instead, he got up and went to the nearby rest room, gesturing for me to follow. My suit was wet at the groin, and obviously so, but I also got up and followed. It was no surprise when, soon after we entered, and while Dan was peeing, our waiter entered. We had the room to ourselves. I'm not sure it would have mattered it someone had entered, but no one did.

I stood quietly behind Dan as he peed. I also had to pee, but in my subby little mode, I waited. I thought he might want me to pee myself in my suit, which would have thrilled me. So I waited. But the waiter came up behind me and pulled my suit down. Dan finished peeing and turned around so that he was facing me. His cock was stiff. He moved forward until his tip touched my chest, the tip of it against my nipple. The waiter, behind me, had his hands on my cheeks, softly feeling me. Both of them, as if in accord, gently moved me into one of the stalls. Dan sat on the toilet, the waiter still behind me. They had me bend over, so that my face was toward the toilet, Dan's cock at my lips. The waiter now spread my cheeks and, with butter pats apparently brought from the table, moistened and made slippery my anal bud (or, as I thought of it, my 'pussy').

As Dan fucked my face, the waiter entered me from behind. I was their completely fuckable and fucked sissy. It would have been even better if Charlotte had been there too, watching or touching me with her bare feet. But this was still a dream fulfilled.