Meg's hand paused and she looked up, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
"Yes?" It came out as a question, since he seemed so displeased.
Still frowning, Russ turned and exited the bathroom, back into their bedroom. Trying to shake off his displeasure, Meg returned to her makeup, but her ears were perked up, trying to figure out what was going, and she was sure she could hear him rummaging around in the closet. When she came out, she found him standing there holding a blue and green striped sundress on the hanger.
"Here, I want you to wear this."
"Okay," Meg said, a little curiously. She supposed she should be offended at his brusqueness and high-handed demand, but she didn't really have an objection to changing out of her shorts and short sleeve shirt and into the sundress. It was certainly still warm enough out to wear it, and the dress was very flattering. She'd just thought a dress might be a little too fancy for a BBQ, but if it was what Russ wanted...
"Take off your panties."
"What?" Meg asked as the dress slid over her upper body. As soon as the fabric was past her face, she stared at her husband, shocked. He wanted her to change her panties too? Why?
"Take them off," he insisted. "I want you to go without today. It'll be sexy."
Her pussy tingled a little at the idea. Walking around in skirt with no panties? Yes the skirt was just a touch longer than mid-thigh, but that was still kind of short... and it was very flowy. A stiff breeze and everyone would be able to see, well, everything. But it was kind of an exciting thought too—a whole afternoon walking around a bunch of people with only her husband knowing she wasn't wearing any panties...
Leo Crisp's face flitted through her mind, but she pushed the image away as she finished zipping up the side of her dress.
Then she did as Russ asked and took off her panties.
Walking around with no panties,surrounded by Russ' co-workers, was quite an experience. It was so odd; she felt a bit overdressed because she was the only woman in a sundress, and yet she felt underdressed too because she didn't have anything on underneath her skirt.
It was a deliciously naughty feeling, thrilling even and Russ seemed to be enjoying it too. He kept watching her, seemingly unable to take his eyes off of her, his gaze constantly dipping down to her legs where the hem of her skirt swayed around her thighs.
Only when Leo Crisp finally appeared did she begin to feel truly uncomfortable. Almost as soon as he arrived, Meg realized Russ was moving them closer and closer to the man. They were still mingling, the way they had before, but with an obvious end point in mind. Well, obvious to Meg, she didn't think a casual observer would realize their ultimate direction.
She couldn't help but sneak little peeks at Leo Crisp as they neared him. He was laughing and joking with the people he was talking to, looking extremely attractive in a green shirt whichstretched over his muscles and was tucked into a pair of well-worn but cared for dark jeans. Meg felt her pussy begin to tingle even more, becoming creamier... she supposed it was a reaction to how the man had become involved in her and her husband's sex life, it was only natural her body would have a reaction to his presence.
"Hey there, Leo, how are you?" Russ said, maneuvering himself next to Leo Crisp. Clinging to his arm, Meg did her best not to blush, but she felt her cheeks flame up anyway, and she found herself staring at Leo's broad chest, unable to look him in the eye.
"I'm good, and you?"
"Great, doing great. You remember my wife, Meg?"
"Absolutely." There was a strange note in Leo Crisp's voice that drew Meg's gaze upwards, and she was sure she flushed even brighter as their eyes met. His eyes... well, despite being much darker than Russ' blue eyes, they looked remarkably similar in the way he was looking at her. The way Russ looked at her on nights when he brought up Leo Crisp's name. "You look lovely, Meg."
"Thank you," she whispered, smoothing her skirt down with her free hand, all too aware of her lack of panties in this moment.
"Oh, there's Jerry, I need to have a word with him—you don't mind keeping Meg entertained, do you, Leo?" Russ asked, barely waiting for Leo's affirmative before he was suddenly rushing off to a man across the room.
Feeling more than a little lost, Meg wrung her hands, trying to think of something to say. She had no idea why Russ had practically just pushed her at Leo Crisp when he hadn't left her side before now, or what Leo Crisp must be thinking but, she knew she felt incredibly awkward.
"Well, Meg, why don't we grab a drink while you tell me a bit about yourself?" Leo Crisp suggested in that smooth, deep voiceof his. His hand came out to rest on the small of her back and a tremor went up Meg's spine, jolting her into action.
"Oh yes... that sounds... that sounds fine," she stammered out, still blushing, far too aware of how large Leo Crisp's palm was against her back, the sweep of his thumb over the thin fabric of her dress as he propelled her forward, directing her toward the drinks table. It was Russ' turn to DD, but Meg wasn't usually much of a drinker anyway.
When Leo Crisp asked her again to tell him about herself, Meg found herself practically recounting her life story, the words flowing out of her as a way to cover her nerves. She told him about getting her English degree, her failed stint as a caterer (she was a great cook but not so great at the business end of things), meeting and marrying Russ, their move when he'd gotten this job,
"And now here we are," she finished nervously, sipping at her second glass of wine as she and Leo—it was becoming a little easier to think of him more familiarly—stood on the corner of the outdoor deck. Somehow they'd become slightly separated from everyone else at the party. Not that anyone seemed very aware of it, no one was shooting them weird looks or anything, but Meg felt like at any moment someone was going to realize how very odd it was that Leo and Russ' wife had completely monopolized each other's time for the past hour. Russ was still flitting around, but he was constantly looking back at Meg and Leo—the first time she'd thought he'd wanted her to come to him, but he'd just shook his head at her and then turned away.
She didn't know what he was up to or what was happening, but she hadn't been able to figure out a way to leave Leo's company either. She wasn't even sure she really wanted to. Even though he made her feel anxious and aroused—which just made her more anxious—she also found herself enjoying having aman's focused attention, his obvious admiration, and... well, Leo was averyattractive man.
"Do you like this job?" she asked, pressing her thighs together as he looked down at her, a hint of amusement in his eyes. Somehow when he looked directly at her, she couldn't help but feel the nakedness underneath her sundress even more than she normally did. She was horribly aware of monopolizing the conversation as she'd babbled—even if he had kept her going with leading questions. Now she couldn't think of a single thing more to say about herself, so it only seemed fair to start to turn the tables.
"It certainly has its benefits," he said, smiling.
A little part of her, a part which she tried to ignore, felt as though he was implying meeting her was one of those benefits.
