Undies 500

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This story is tame by OCC standards. Some would even say boring. It accompanies a post I made in the "Caption Pics" thread:
https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/atta...5&d=1306672366

This is for anybody who wonders how sweet, cute Melanie ended up in the "Undies 500."

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Undies 500

Melanie still wasn't quite sure what she'd gotten herself into.

She listened from the kitchen as Bob's 3 buddies - Carl, Danny and Armon - filed in. They chattered, bantered and patted backs as they settled themselves into the TV room.

As they had for the last several Memorial Day Sundays, the guys had gathered at Bob and Melanie's to watch the big race at Indianapolis. All 4 were huge race fans and, though Melanie was not, she enjoyed their tradition, which included her serving drinks and snacks during the race.

The day always started with Bloody Mary's and then moved on to snacks and whatever drinks each guy preferred. As he always did, Bob had stocked up the bar the night before.

Good thing, thought Melanie, as she sipped at a glass of champagne to calm her nerves.

For the last few years, Bob had been pestering her about doing something he called the "Undies 500." He wanted her to serve the guys their drinks and snacks in nothing but her underwear.

At first, she thought he was crazy, and told him so. She and Bob were not swingers. Not by any stretch. And while she wasn't necessarily a prude, she enjoyed their fairly normal sex life. Once a week was fine, and a couple good romps on holidays and special occasions.

That was their life. They were suburban empty nesters who had fallen in love and married straight out of college, and had kids right away. Now the kids were gone - the last one had just finished his first year at State - and they experienced a season in their lives of getting to know one another all over, and Melanie had enjoyed that a lot.

Bob was the love of her life. Over the years, they had grown closer and even avoided a lot of the pitfalls their friends had encountered, mainly because he stayed tuned in to her needs and kept a rhythm in their relationship that was, for her, "just right."

Except he had this silly idea of getting her to wait on his buddies on race day .. in her underwear! For the first couple years, she just dismissed it as fantasy talk. She could never do something like that. And besides, what if the kids found out or, even worse, walked in on them?

But this year it was a little different. Maybe because Kevin had gone off to college, maybe she was just feeling a little older, but still very sexy. She caught herself wondering what it would be like to serve the guys in her underwear.

She was about to find out.

She had made Bob agree to some ground rules. At first, he was so excited he was willing to agree to anything. In fact, he was so excited, he couldn't even sleep!

"What if the guys' wives find out," she had asked him.

"Babe, you don't even know Carl's wife. Danny's single and I don't think he even has a girlfried. And we can swear Armon to silence," he replied.

"Oh, heavens, if I do something like this and Sylvia finds out, she'll kill me!" Melanie had said.

Bob's eyes twinkled as he replied, "I think Armon will agree to whatever terms you suggest, honey."

And he was right. After all, who wouldn't want to see a lifelong friend's wife in her underwear? Bob and Armon had grown up together. Sylvia lived across town and she had been Armon's high school sweetheart. To this day, both couples remained fast friends.

Melanie shuddered as she heard Armon's deep voice, cracking a joke as always. She smiled a little and bit the edge of her champagne glass as she imagined his surprise at her outfit.

Once she had agreed to do this stunt, Melanie had thought carefully about what she was going to wear. She had thought about buying some sexy, exotic lingerie, but didn't want to appear quite that sl*tty. No touching, was one of her ground rules, and she wasn't going to wear something that might tempt the guys to break it.

So after shopping a bit and perusing her entire lingerie collection, she had actually settled on something quite modest: a standard pair of black panties and a white silk bra. The guys would get to see her in her in her undies and that would be enough. No need to send too many of the wrong signals.

Besides, she thought, she looked just like the checkered flag!

She heard the strains of the national anthem and knew her cue was next. She was going to enter the room right after "drivers, start your engines!" She'd get those "gentlemen's" engines going, she thought to herself and stifled a little giggle.

She padded down the hall toward the TV room barefoot. She had thought about wearing heels. Too sl*tty. And she'd also considered her old canvas sneakers. But in the end, she just wanted to be Bob's wife waiting on him and his friends in her underwear. So barefoot it was. It made her feel a little more vulnerable, but also very sexy.

As the drivers fired their engines, she peeked around the corner into the room and caught Bob's eye. He grinned, reached for the remote and hit the mute button.

His buddies' looks of confusion turned to astonishment and then delight as Melanie walked into the room. As she met each of their eyes, she could see them trying to keep their gaze steady and not simply devouring her body with their eyes.

The attention and the emotion almost made her light headed as she realized how much she was turning these guys on.

With two parts nervousness, one part embarassment and one very fast-growing part lust, she finally gathered herself and said in an adorably halting way.

"Hello, gentlemen. I'm Melanie and I'll be your server today. I hope you enjoy the Undies 500!"

For a split second, nobody could even move, let alone say anything. Bob was almost beside himself with delight. He hadn't seen Melanie's outfit, and had no idea what she was actually planning to do or wear. Frankly, he fully expected her to chicken out.

Now, here she was, blushing and stammering just a little bit, but standing in front of his racing buddies in nothing but her undies! He was feeling a distinct stiffness in his crotch area. They all were.

Bob figured he better say something before the moment passed. "ALRIGHT!" he cried. "You look great honey! What do you think guys?"

"Awesogreaterrifantistic!" they all started in at once and immediately the tension broke and the whole group fell about laughing, including Melanie.

Carl, a middle aged black guy with an affable spirit and a little bit of a pot belly, went first, "Melanie, you look absolutely lovely. I am looking forward to race day at Indianapolis more than I ever have! In fact, I'm hoping for a rain delay!"

More laughter as Danny cleared his throught. Carl and Danny worked with Bob, and Bob thought of Danny as a sort of protege. About 25, he was a young, handsome guy who should have been a huge hit with the ladies. But his shyness held him back in that department, and held him back from saying much to Melanie right now.

"You ... You...You look fantastic, Melanie...I ..." and he sort of tailed off, and Melanie's heart melted on the spot. She wanted to jump into his lap and snuggle and kiss him all over.

But she had to turn her attention to Armon. "And you," she said, wagging her finger at him, "You have to promise: Not a WORD of this to Sylvia. In fact, if you don't promise, I'm going to go out right now and put my regular close back on."

"PROMISE" the other three all yelled out in unison, and the room erupted in laughter again.

Armon waited for quiet to return before he said, in a kind voice Melanie had never really heard him use before, "Melanie, I wouldn't breathe a word to Sylvia. And if I did she wouldn't believe me!" More laughter. "BUT," he continued, now wagging his own finger back at her, "You're going to have to help me make up a reason for the smile I won't be able to wipe off my face all next week!"

Melanie grinned and felt a flush of warm all over. "Oh, I'm sure you'll think up something!" she said with a wink.

She turned on her heel so the group could get a look at her cute butt and started to walk out of the room. Over her shoulder she asked "Bloody Mary's, gentlemen?"

And there were cheers all around.

Just then the race began in earnest, and the group started to settle into their routine for the afternoon. At first, the guys wanted Melanie to stay in the room as long as possible after she brought their drinks. But eventually, their attention turned to the race.

Melanie didn't mind. She'd brought a book and a couple magazines into the kitchen, so she just amused herself reading, and popped into the room about every 15 minutes to refill drinks.

The guys were total gentlemen. They eventually let themselves look her over whenever she walked in, and she felt warm every time one of their gazes traveled from her head to her pretty bare toes.

But none of them tried to touch her, and none of them said anything vulgar. They were full of compliments, and she delighted to see each of them having to shift around a little bit in their seats to accommodate an erection.

But Danny was especially stealing her heart. He was so shy and so sweet. Always looking her in the eye when they spoke, but she could see him checking out her breasts and legs and butt and the flat, pretty stomach she worked so hard to get and keep.

She had to admit it. Danny was making her wet.

The TV room was just down the hallway from the kitchen. And also on that hallway was the bathroom. As the race wore on, traffic to the bathroom increased.

Once, during a caution, Carl made a run for the restroom and Danny followed behind. He was leaning his shoulder against the wall with his back toward the kitchen, so he couldn't see Melanie.

She took the opportunity to "need" to clear empty glasses and dishes. So she grabbed an empty tray in her left hand and quietly walked up behind Danny. In her bare feet she made almost no noise so he was a little startled as she reached up and whispered in his ear "Having fun?"

He jumped a little, which made her almost giggle, and when he composed himself, grinned and shook his head "yes," she just couldn't resist. With her free hand, she reached back and pinched his butt.

His eyes got as wide as saucers and she grinned back at him as she walked away. But inside she was thinking "what in the hell is wrong with you!? You've got KIDS almost as old as him. And YOU're the one with the 'no touching' rule! Get ahold of yourself!"

But that anxiety soon passed and she grinned and whistled as she gathered the empty glasses and dishes. She walked back down the hall, her hands full with the loaded tray. She knew she was leaving herself vulnerable to a return pinch, if Danny wanted to.

In fact, she didn't even try to turn away from him as she skirted past. "You are SO naughty," she thought to herself. But Danny just grinned and looked away, and didn't even reach for the pinch-back. Darn.

Oh well, Melanie decided. She was still having more fun with this afternoon than she would ever have imagined. And it was making her much hornier than she ever expected.

As the race wound down, it was turning into a shoot-out between the top 5 or 6 cars that had been running at the front all day. You could feel the intensity pick up as the laps ran down to 25, then 15, then 10.

And even though she wasn't a race fan, Melanie found herself glued to the action as the tiny cars sliced and diced and passed and blocked each other at outrageous speeds, every driver like a wolf, ravening for one of the greatest prizes in motorsport.

There was a 3 car breakaway with 2 laps to go, and it looked like those 3 were going to settle the afternoon's affair. As they rounded turn 4 and headed for the start-finish, the announcer screamed "the white flag is in the air!"

As Melanie heard "white flag," a look of mischief and shock crossed her face. She leaned down and whispered to Bob, "They wave a white flag?"

He was only mildly distracted from the race as he said, "Yeah, babe, with one lap to go."

And then she said to him, "Mind if I wave a white flag, too?"

This time he was distracted, and looked at her questioningly. But as she reached back for her bra clasp, his eyes got wide and his mouth opened.

She gave him a look that said "Is this OK?" And he almost knocked his skull off his neck shaking his head "Hell yeah!"

She unfastened the bra, slipped it off and started waving it around her head like a flag. One-by-one each guy took his eyes off the race and sat agog, riveted by the sight of her gorgeous, perky breasts in now bouncing full view.

She stood there for the remainder of the final lap, waving her bra, her audience so mesmerized they didn't even watch the finish. Melanie was the only one who knew who won the race!

As soon as it was over, Melanie scampered out of the room, covering her breasts with her bra. She ran down the hallway and into the kitchen, almost unable to breathe from the excitement. And the lust.

For their part, the guys didn't say much of anything. They were all sitting there with a look of "did we really just see that?" on their faces.

After a minute or so, Melanie crept back down the hall and poked her head around the corner. By now all four guys were beaming huge smiles back at her.

"Shall I serve one more round of drinks?" she asked.

All she could see was heads nodding yes. And all she could hear was a chorus of "yesyeahsureofcourse."

Melanie took a deep breath, went back to the kitchen and refilled each guy's drink. Then she placed the drinks on her serving tray and walked back down the hall. Still topless.

The guys were positively giddy as she walked into the room and moved from one to another. Now they weren't even trying to hide their glances, openly staring at her pretty breasts as she handed each his drink.

Her nipples felt as hard as diamonds.

She served Bob last, and as she handed him his drink, she looked him right in the eyes, winked and, without a word, strode back out to the kitchen.

There, after taking a minute to catch her breath, she put her bra back on and, as the broadcast was winding down, went in to bid the guys good bye.

She was tickled to see that each of them was having trouble figuring out how to stand up without revealing his hard-on.

She pretended not to notice, of course, and went to each guy to give him a hug and a chaste little peck of a kiss.

She kissed Carl first. The first time she'd ever kissed a black guy. No problem there.

Then a hug and kiss for Armon, and a strict repeat of his promise that not a WORD of the day's fun would get back to his wife.

That left Danny. But instead of moving right to him, she fiddled around for a bit, clattering some empty glasses and dishes, making like she was doing some cleaning.

He didn't make any move toward her, but the other 3 guys kind of fell into a conversation about what a great race they'd seen. And what a fantastic day it had been.

Carl and Armon were quietly congratulating Bob on having such an amazing wife, so she used the moment to slip over to Danny.

She really just wanted the chance to give him a little bigger hug than she'd given the others, and maybe let her lips linger just an instant longer to feel his kiss.

But after looking over her shoulder to confirm that Bob was engaged in conversation, as she reached in to kiss him, Danny - sweet, shy, single Danny - ran the fingers on his left hand down her belly and reached down and rubbed her pussy!

She damn near exploded on the spot.

She made a little gasping noise then first pulled back, but then leaned into him for just a second. She gave him a playful little look as she turned her back, wished all the guys good bye and headed for the kitchen.

Her panties were absolutely drenched.

She piddled around in the kitchen as Bob showed the guys to the front door. As he walked down the hall, she climbed up on the table, pulled her panties to the side, reached for his hand, and guided it to her soaking pussy.

He rubbed her a bit, grinned and said "Well, somebody had a fun afternoon."

She kissed him so hard she bit his lip as she reached for his zipper. "I think everybody had a fun afternoon," she replied.

His dick had been hard for the last 3 hours, so no surprise, he was ready to go. He slid it into her channel and rode her right there on the kitchen table.

He pounded her as hard as she could ever remember, and she gave back as good as she got.

They both finished pretty quickly and, in the afterglow, as he was kissing her and running his fingers through her hair, she said "We gotta invite Danny back."