The cutie, the hottie, and an offer that is too good to be true

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Baldy only enjoyed the moment briefly before a quizzical expression took over his face he then smiled and nodded as if he was confirming to himself that he just had a good idea. “Hey,” he addressed Nikki, “take off your panties.” He asked this so routinely that I thought I must have misheard him. But her shocked expression confirmed that my ears did not deceive me. When she questioned him he gave her a confused look as if to ask why she was being so difficult with a simple request. “Come on, just take them off.” He continued.

My surprise went from mild to major when she replied “Ok but just the panties” as if she was really putting her foot down. This event completely lacked all of the coaxing and pleading that I was so used to when dealing with the fairer sex. I stood dumbfounded as I watched a spectacle that has been etched in my mind ever since. She did everything with her hands outside her skirt. She started by hiking up the skirt just a few inches then grabbing the panties along with the bunched up fabric. She would then pull the panties down as much as she could before the skirt material became taught again. I could judge the location of her panties by the position of her hands that slowly worked downward. Everything remained fully covered so I’m not exactly sure what made this so sexy; perhaps it was the look on her face that showed such a nice mix of embarrassment and excitement. When she had finally wiggled them past mid-thigh she hiked her skirt up high enough to expose the panties, then she took them all the way down. She stepped out with the first leg neatly but caught her panties on the shoe of her other leg. Usually “sexy” and “awkward” are mutually exclusive terms, but this little shoe stumble proved that the words can go together. She stood and crumpled the panties into one hand, shugged her shoulders, and gave a look that was half way between “now what?” and “ta daa!”

Baldy put a hand on each of our shoulders and spoke like a quarter back addressing the huddle. “Alright, you two…” there was a pause “are going to pop off a quickie now.”

“What here?!?” she protested. During the panty stripping there was some minor conversation between them that usually revolved around Nikki suggesting that she should not be doing this, and him reassuring her that this was entirely normal. I, on the other hand, had not said anything in several minutes and was about to speak when something struck me, she said “What, here?” not “What, him?” She had no objection to doing me, but she just did not want to do it here? Surely this is impossible, but it certainly sounded real.

“Did you look through the glass from the inside?” he questioned, “you can’t see a thing out here, there’s no problem.” I’m dumfounded. Does he really think that the location is the biggest objection for her having sex with a complete stranger in front of her own boyfriend? He continued “You just walk over here to the railing and look out at the night, and Little Bean will step in from behind and take care of business.” He went to guide her to the railing and she hesitated. He looked over at me and added, “Don’t worry she loves this open air, public sex stuff.

Despite all of the signs, the next words that I heard were still an absolute shock. Nikki allowed Baldy to guide her over to the railing and said with nervous delight, “Oh m’god, I can’t believe that I’m actually going to do this!” She is? I thought to myself… or rather I AM!?! Her hands were now planted on the railing and her beautiful skirted backside aimed toward me. She turned and looked over her shoulder and looked at me. She had an excited smile and said “I am sooo not ready for this, are you ready? Eeek, isn’t this fun?”

“There we go Little Bean!” interjected Baldy. “Two birds with one stone. There’s your 100% guarantee and a chance to unload that weapon you’re packing. Once your done we can see if the four of us can get together later for some real fun!” He put his arm around me and gave a couple of shoulder pats as he proudly presented the fine piece of tail that he had laid out in front of me.

Now before I finish and get mocked for the final outcome of the story, you must admit that this situation is very weird and unusual. It is also very awkward to think sexy thoughts about anyone when a large hairy chested bald man is physically touching you. It also came with strings attached; responding to my urges now might lead to me being arm and arm with Baldy later in the night… but then we might both be naked! That was a scene that I did not think I could handle, and besides things were going well with Sherri so why not just go for some good old fashion normal 2 on 2 sex?

After my reluctance was made known, Baldy tried to encourage me. He even told Nikki to “show a little more” and she slowly began to raise her skirt. Just before she was about to get to the good part, he stopped her, “That’s far enough, if you want more you have to go in and get it yourself.” She dropped the skirt and put her hands back on the railing. She was looking back and I noticed that she arched her back to make sure that the angle was right for entry, she was definitely into this. As I remember the questioning pout in her eyes I still can’t believe I turned this down.

After it was obvious that I would not be coaxed, I think that Nikki was actually quite offended but she covered by pretending she called it off, “Ha ha, you’re so nervous it’s cute, listen I don’t want to make you uncomfortable… it’s no big deal… one day you’ll… let’s just pretend this never happened”

As I headed back inside I wondered how long I’d left Sherri for, and decided that it could not have been awkwardly long. As I plotted my strategy I promised the raging bulge in my pants that I would do my best to have that swelling taken care of.

(Last part will come shortly)

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As I was scoping the place for Sherri I ended up near the bar and thought I might grab a couple drinks. I finally located her on the dance floor and it looked like she had formed a bit of a dance group with another girl and 2 guys, none of whom I recognized. I decided that it looked like more of a group than 2 couples so I worked my way in “HEY, I GOT YOU A DRINK” I yelled over the music. She pointed over to a distant table and yelled back that she had a full one somewhere. “OH GOOD, MORE FOR ME” I said as I chugged her drink in an effort to show my manliness. I discarded the empty on the table nearest to the dance floor and awkwardly pushed my way back into the group of 4. I tried to position myself in a way that kept the group open but still asserted my claim over Sherri.

This prompted an introduction “Hey, I’m Eric” He offered along with a forceful handshake. (Name invented because I had no interest in meeting any Tom, Dick, or Erik at this point in the night)

“Around these parts, they call me Little Bean.” I said with a slur. I figured having a lame nickname that was earned was better than just a pain old name.

Before the competitive handshake had ended Sherri came in close enough for both of us to hear, “This is Eric, he’s pretty cool.” I smiled and nodded as if everything was good, but I already knew it was not. The song ended and we all went over to a table that was easier to talk at. I learned that there was a plan to go hotbox a van. It was a specially converted van with exactly 4 seats in the back and they were already cramming in 6 and of course there was no possible way that even one more person could fit. Sherri was as good as she could have been about trying to include me and was naive enough about what was going on to realize that they did not want me included. I desperately hoped for a “Little Beaaaaan!” chant from someone who would make me look cool. Or have my brother… or even Baldy drop by to give me some “in” status, but it never happened. The van was the coolest thing going and I was not going to compete with that. Sherri assured me that they would be back in a little while but I knew it was already too far gone. I’d considered tossing up a hail Mary when I finally realized what I’d left on the patio. It hadn’t been that long… had it?

I said a hasty exit and practically ran to the patio in hopes that just maybe they were still there. Even if they were, was there any possible way to re-create that moment? And do I even want to re-create it? I threw open the door and smiled for a second, there they were, and pretty much exactly where I left them. Wait, she was exactly how I most remember her, bent over and holding onto the railing… with him behind her. I stared in awe for a moment, then someone at a nearby table piped up and said “Hey buddy, are you going to close that d… Holy crap, guys check this out!” The whole table stated to crane their necks to see past me at the show going on. I let the door slip shut and backed away. Soon a crowd of onlookers were pushing their faces to the glass and cupping their hands so that they could see out. The girls who were gawking were shocked; the guys were all high fiving.

Sigh… it could have been me.

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I tried to read the whole thing but I've been drinking and can't get through t. Tomorrow I hope!