The Party
I wasn't sure how little I could get away with bikini-wise, but I knew I had to have something pretty skimpy to please Derrick, and I wasn't going to find that at any local shop. Plus, I was going to have to get Joey to go along with something that probably was going to be very, very close to total nudity. I thought the best thing to do would be to shop on line and get Joey to participate.
I found a ton of bikinis on line that perfectly fit my growing sexuality, my burgeoning need to exhibit myself in front of powerful men, but one in particular caught my attention. It was a string bikini that was almost entirely string, except for a tiny sliver that would cover little more than the slit in my vagina and two petite patches that would certainly cover no more than my nipples. I could see myself in it, virtually nude for Derrick, exactly the way he had ordered me to dress.
I got Joey to look at it and a few other far less risqué but certainly not modest suits. Joey thought the one I wanted was a bit too much, but he did like one of the others, a string bikini with slightly better coverage. After some discussion about the fun it would be to wear the teeny one I wanted around the house, I ordered it and the another more modest suit that Joey assumed I'd wear to Derrick's party...and that I hoped I would not be wearing.
I modeled both for Joey after a particularly hot night out, and though he loved the way I looked in the hot little one I wanted to wear and even agreed that it would be awesome for me to wear it to the party, I could tell immediately that he was not going to consent to this when he was sober. I didn't bring the subject up again, but on the afternoon of the party, I slipped into the outrageous string bikini Derrick would want me in, but covered it with a sarong tied tightly across my bosom. The sarong was sheer enough so that the outline of the bikini was evident on close inspection but not totally out there. I held my breath as I walked out to tell Joey I was ready.
I could see that he knew what I was wearing underneath, but apparently the sarong made him comfortable enough to somewhat hesitantly not object. After all, he must have reasoned, he could always have me keep it on.
It was one of those wonderfully warm, sultry, late afternoon Indian summer days. The drive and street in front of Derrick's place was packed with cars, many quite expensive, I noticed. I could feel apprehension growing in my chest as I anticipated Derrick's greeting. I had somehow to let him know that the sarong covered exactly what he had ordered and that it wouldn't be there for long.
We walked into a vibrant party. People were already dancing to a very good DJ, some of the women quite suggestively. There was a game of Knights and Ladies going on in the pool that was really an excuse for horseplay. The idea of the game was to “unhorse” the girl riding on the guy’s shoulders, while not at all subtly trying to remove the girl’s top in the process. In the first few minutes we were there, I saw that the tactic was more often than not successful!
We wondered about uncomfortably at first, since we didn't know anyone there. Shortly, though, Amber appeared in a tiny little thong and wet tee shirt.
"I lost my top in the pool," she giggled to Joey. "Come help me find it! Oh, hi Chloe," she said over her shoulder, while tugging on Joey's arm.
The bitch was just so blatant! Joey looked at me in dismay.
"Go help the poor girl," I said, assuming that this is what Derrick would want me to say.
Not at all reluctantly, it seemed to me, Joey walked off with Amber toward the pool, and shortly after Derrick appeared at my side.
"Amber should keep Joey busy for a while," said. "You better be wearing very little under whatever that is you have on.
"Maybe you should check and see," I said sultrily. "It unwraps rather easily!"
I had hoped he would unwrap me right there, but at that very moment, Teri appeared at his side. She looked fantastic, much like she had in school. The pounds she'd shed had come from all the right places, leaving her boobs round and full and her hips and butt sensual and alluring. Her waist was again that school-girl waist she was so proud of in high school. I felt dowdy in this stupid sarong and wanted desperately to strip it off.
"Nice that you could make it, Chloe. Derrick didn't tell me he'd invited you," she smirked, obviously impressed with the way she looked.
"I think he actually invited Joey," I smiled. "He wants to discuss a job with him. I just sort of tagged along. Hope you don't mind," I added somewhat aggressively.
"Oh, not all, Chloe," she smirked again, looking first at her own beautifully displayed body and then at my fully covered one. "Not at all!"
She pulled Derrick away with the need to "meet someone." The bitch, I thought. I decided to go see where Joey was. I got two large drinks from the bar and set out to find him.
I found Joey sitting at the edge of the pool with a drink already in his hand. Amber had apparently located her top and was again in the pool displaying her ample charms to everyone, but I thought especially to Joey. I sat down beside him. I knew he would never go in the pool. It wasn't likely that he'd even brought a suit. He was painfully shy about his thin, frail body.
"Everybody seems to be having fun," I said easily to Joey.
"Yeah, they do," he answered.
"Amber seems to have developed a crush on you," I laughed, just as Amber again briefly lost her top.
Joy just laughed. "She sure likes to show her rack!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, she does, doesn't she? There are a lot of hot girls here, don't you think," I said, nudging him and nodding at Amber. "Maybe she's afraid of the competition."
"Yeah, maybe she is and yeah, there are a lot of hot chicks here," he said, "but none hotter than you!"
"Have you seen Teri?" I asked. "She really looks good. A lot better than when we saw her at the reunion."
"She looks like she did in high school," he said, distracted by Amber's cavorting in the pool. Some big hulk had just dislodged her from her “mount” and of course her top came apart the instant she hit the water. I thought she was very slow to refasten it.
"So I guess Derrick's got his hot body again," I said. "I guess he won't be jealous of you now," I sighed. "A lot of these guys have really hot wives and girlfriends."
"Yeah, I think a lot of them must have money. You see the cars out front. That's probably why they've got the girls they have."
"What, you don’t think you have a hot wife now?” I pouted sexily.
Joey just laughed.
“Do you want another drink?" I asked. I really wanted Joey to get maybe just a little less cautious about showing me off. "I'll go get us a couple more, k?"
"Sure. I'll be right here."
I wondered back to the bar, and decided impulsively to retie the sarong about my waist. If nothing else, I could at least show my boobs. I saw two guys give me decidedly admiring looks, and as I waited for our drinks, one of them walked up and asked me my name.
"That's a pretty sensational top you're wearing," he said, openly staring at my boobs. "Not many girls could wear that!"
"Thank you," I said, not at all modestly. I enjoyed his stares and tried to show him so.
"You here alone?" he inquired.
"No, my husband's here."
"You're married?" he asked. "You don't look old enough to be married."
"I'm nearly twenty one," I said.
"Well, he's a lucky guy. You've got a beautiful smile...and a body to match."
"Thank you again," I said hoping to sound mysteriously seductive. "You're kinda cute yourself."
I found Joey again and handed him his drink. It was his third, and that seemed enough to make him less startled by my almost bare tits.
"Wow!" he said hesitantly. "I didn't know you wore that."
I know he did know. He just didn't want to acknowledge it yet.
"Do you like it? Do you think I look as hot as Amber now," I giggled.
I could see he was uncomfortable, so I decided I'd wait until the effect of the next drink hit before trying to get out of the sarong entirely.
As it turned out, I didn't have to wait at all. The big ape who had thrown Amber in the water decided to do some stupid cannonball right in front of me, completely soaking the sarong.
"Oh my God," I said, drenched, the sarong now totally transparent and clinging to my body. I looked at Joey in feigned dismay, and took it off to wring it out. Sitting back down, I simply left it by my side to dry. I was finally dressed the way Derrick expected.
"Do you want to take a little dip?" I asked. "It's kinda hot. I think I will."
"Nah, you go ahead. I'll wait here for you. Guard your sarong for you," he laughed. The drinks seemed to be having a little better effect now.
I smiled at him and slipped into the water. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Amber get out of the pool and walk over to the lounge chairs on the pool deck. A few minutes later, I saw Joey walk over near her and sit in one of the chairs beside her. I waved to him to tell him it was okay.
The horseplay in the pool was all around me now, and I wasn’t in the water a minute before a nice looking guy named Jake came over to tell me he was my “horse,” and quickly lifted me up onto his shoulders. And there I was, on complete display.
A young blonde with beautiful long legs had just been upended, and that meant it was out turn. A very voluptuous redhead was mounted on the oaf who’d drenched me, and we were now their foe. Between the girl and her horse, they were a good head taller than we were, and it took only a few seconds to dislodge me and send me tumbling into the pool.
My horse pulled me over to the side of the pool to wait our next turn as I struggled to pull my top back down over my boobs. Jake was behind me with his arms encircling my waist. The horseplay and, no doubt, the show I’d given while riding on Jake’s shoulders had excited and distracted me so that I wasn’t aware that Jake had not only pulled my teeny bikini bottom down to my thighs, but that he was about to lower me onto his cock! I didn't resist at all. I'd become very attracted to men who just took what they wanted, it seemed.
But still, it was the oddest situation and the oddest thing to do, because once inside me, he did nothing else. “What are you doing?” I asked over my shoulder in feigned consternation.
“Why I’m keeping us connected,” he replied in mock seriousness.
“Oh, I see. That’s all. You’re just ‘connecting’ me”
‘Yep, that’s all”
I guess he meant it, because we just stayed “connected” that way until it was our turn to joust again. He lifted me off of his cock, helped me pull my bikini back up and boosted me up onto his shoulders. I was happy that we lost so quickly, because now I wanted to see if we’d “connect” again.
We did. His cock was again deep inside me and doing nothing but making me unbelievably hot and frustrated. I was wriggling my ass on him, but he remained immobile until, unable to stand it, I whispered over my shoulder very urgently, “Will you please fuck me!”
“Sure baby,” he laughed, and began to slowly lift me up and down on his long cock.