The Fashion Show

One night Jasmine, my wife now, and I were at home she had just gotten out of the shower when the phone rang. It was a friend of ours Paul. He asked us to come over to his place to see what he'd found. It seemed he had cleaned up a house for a local realtor and had come across as he put it a ton of clothes, he thought a lot might be fit Jasmine. Since we weren't really doing anything but sitting around anyway. Jasmine put on some makeup and clothes we jumped in the car and drove on over to Paul's place which was only about five miles from ours. We swung by the liquor store grabbing a cold 12 pack of beer, being one Paul's favorite drinks.

We pulled up to his place, he meant us at the door with a handshake for me and a hug for Jasmine. He led us into his place which was a small granny flat, basically one room with a bathroom, closet, and kitchenette. Most of the floor was covered in huge piles of women's clothes. I cracked us all a beer then put the rest in the fridge. Jasmine started looking thru the piles of clothes. Paul and I talking about how he had found the stuff. He had picked up an odd job thru another friend of ours helping a realtor clean up some rental property; they just wanted the place cleaned up. He'd told Paul to haul off all the stuff to the dump or goodwill just get it out of the house. Paul seeing a lot of the clothes were brand new many with the tag's still on them or almost, brought them home first. He thought of Jasmine while he was going thru the clothes, most seemed they might be her size. I lit a joint passing it to Paul while breaking out some blow and making up some lines.

Jasmine had picked out a few things holding them up in front of a full-length mirror on the wall on the bathroom door to see how they looked. I joked with her that she could at least try them on to see if they fit. She agreed taking some things and going into the bathroom to change. She came out in a pair of skintight black jeans that looked as if they had been painted on her with a low-cut V-neck ivory sweater, the store tags were still on them. She did a little spin then bent over as something in another pile caught her eye giving us a good eye full of her cute ass. Which gave me the idea of her putting on a little fashion show. When I told her, she said it sounded fun to her. I began looking thru the clothes too for things I wanted to see her in. Paul took this opportunity to break out another of his finds, a quart of Jose Cuervo gold tequila, Jasmine's favorite. Mine too because I really liked what can happen when she drinks it, I knew now things were almost sure to get wild. This just might be great Saturday night. He went over to the kitchenette to cut up some lime and brought over some shot glasses. We all did a shot chasing it with beer. Then Jasmine went back to the bathroom changing into another outfit.

This time it was a light flower print cotton dress that buttoned all the way down the front. When she came out, I knew I liked this one because she had only buttoned it from just below her breasts to the top of her thigh and as she stood in front of a light it shown right thru outlining every curve of her hot body, her long blonde hair falling past her shoulders, it what a truly pretty site. This time she strolled in front of us like she was a model on a runway doing a little spin the skirt opened almost showing all her charms. As she came by me, I handed her another shot she smiled as she licked her hand, sprinkled some salt it then licked it from her hand and downed the shot biting a piece of lime and shaking her head; she finished it off with a big drink of beer and a line then a puff off the joint.

This went on for another four or five outfits until she said she thought I was trying to get her drunk so I could take advantage of her. I asked her why she would think anything like that? After all it was Paul's tequila wasn't it. We all laughed. This time she had on a blouse and skirt she began looking thru the shoes for a pair to go with the outfit finding a pair of red, come fuck me, pumps which really set off the black leather mini and red blouse she had on. I had found a white blouse/shirt with an Ivy League collar and a red and green plaid schoolgirl skirt. I handed them to her to try on as she headed toward the bathroom to change the outfit, I suggested she could just turn her back to us to save time. After her shot she agreed that would be ok. She turned around slipping out of the red blouse and into the white shirt with her back to us not changing her skirt. She looked so hot in the black mini and red pumps with no bra just her hair covering her back. She tied the shirt at the waist, not buttoning it, while turning around. I was getting hot just watching her change into and out of all these clothes. She tried on a few more tops with the skirt before it was time to try on another one. Next, she went into the bathroom taking the plaid skirt. When she came out, she had on white heels with lacy little white anklets her legs were bare skin. The white shirt she'd put back on had the top three buttons undone showing a fair amount of her cleavage and finally the plaid skirt. Her hair was in two ponytails, and she had put on her glasses which really finished off the look as she walked by, she flipped her skirt up showing a white cotton thong. She looked so good as the little naughty schoolgirl!

She came over and sat on my lap asking if I would teach her how to make out. I gave her a big kiss! Then we had another round of shots as I played with her telling her to put her tongue in my mouth as we kissed like this showing her. She said. 'Is that called French kissing?" I told her, "Yes it was." I teased her that since she was so naughty, she should get a spanking but instead she could just change her skirts with her back to us also. By now the drinks and coke had worn down any inhibitions she might have had about exposing herself in front of Paul.

In fact, at other times, she had exposed much more than her back side to people. One night before we were living together, I had called her from a local night spot having had a little more to drink than I felt safe to drive my bike on. I asked her to please come down and pick me up; truth be told I wanted to see her, and it sounded good. She said she would be right down as soon as she thru something on. Maybe twenty minutes later she walked up behind me at the bar and said, "Hi are you ready to go?" As I turned around along with the guy next to me, I saw her standing there in her full-length fur coat. She opened the front of the coat revealing her almost naked body all she had worn under it was a pair of black pumps with black seamed stockings attached to a black garter belt no panties with a black cup less bra. Her nipples were rock hard, and her golden pubic hair glowed in the soft light of the barroom. The guy next to me nearly fell off his bar stool. I pulled her to me, slipping my arm around the small of her back, giving her a deep kiss then asked if she would like a drink since she came all this way to get me. She said sure as I moved over giving her my stool, she pulled the coat closed and slipped up onto the barstool. We had a few more drinks then left, all the while I was smiling to myself as the guy on the other side of her just about drooled all over himself wishing it were he and not me that was going home with her. I admit I couldn't resist pulling on the bottom of her coat letting it fall open, so he had a good view of me playing with her leg. I even think the bartender got in on the show that night because he bought us at least two rounds on the house and keep coming over to see if we were ok.

Anyway, she picked out something else to try on turning her back to us as she wiggled out of the skirt and top. Standing naked except for the heels and thong she bent over at the waist giving us a full view of her beautiful ass and pussy as she pulled the thong off while picking up a t-shirt dress, aqua in color, slipping it on over her head. It was very tight and as she pulled it down over her hips, she turned giving Paul and I a quick glimpse of her golden triangle which the hem of the dress barely covered; my god did she look hot! Her small hard nipples almost poked right thru the fabric of the dress, again the light behind her shown right thru. The white pumps were exchanged for a pair of open toed straw-colored heels that tied around her ankles. Soon she had put on a pair of short shorts and was trying on tops with them when she didn't bother to turn her back any longer. The first time she just pulled the t-shirt up over her head showing us her gorgeous tits, which are 36 C's the rest is 25--37 5'2" about 100 lbs. she was 26 then. At the time she still had long blonde hair that cane down to her lower back with the same golden color hair covering her neatly trimmed pussy. Blues eyes and a beautiful smile completed the whole picture. She tried on a few more tops showing us her breasts for a little longer each time I could see her nipples were getting harder with each outfit. It was only a matter of time until while she had her top off, she came over for another drink. While she was standing there topless Paul told her he thought she was very beautiful, which she is, but every woman still loves to hear that sort of thing. Anyway, I chimed in that he was still only seeing half of her beauty and that she should show us the rest. She looked at me smiling while we had never been with Paul, we had been with other men and women having a very free and active sex life. She enjoys having another lady from time to time, which is fine with me anytime. I enjoy sharing her with another man or men, if she wants, from time to time which she also enjoys. I may lead but I never push her into doing anything she doesn't want to do. All she ever has to say is our secret word and whatever is going on stops right there. But tonight, I could see in her eyes. It was on! She went back to trying on more clothes I mean she could have been there for days there were so many. By now I had found the lingerie pile. There were teddies, merry widows, garter belt & bra sets even corsets, nylons, and feather boas. It was like a store I wondered what this lady was like that had left all this stuff behind. I wondered if she were a hi-class hooker? Anyway, by now Jasmine was really into playing dress up she started putting on a lingerie show for us. I noticed that Paul's coffee table was quite strong looking so I suggested to Paul we have her stand on it to show off the sexy outfits. He started clearing a place as I spoke; Paul went outside coming back with a redwood round that made the perfect step up to the coffee table.

While he was outside Jasmine came over and gave me a big kiss asking what she should do next how far should she go? I told her it was up to her she could do anything she wanted to or not do a thing; but that I sure was enjoying the show so far and I hoped it went further. She went back to the piles of clothes before Paul returned. This time putting on a purple see thru teddy with thong panties she found some matching purple heels to finish of the outfit. She walked back over, stepping up on to the table for the first time which put her waist just above our eye level, so we were looking up at her. She slowly turned around then faced us bending over to give us a good look at her breasts thru the gauzy material. Then standing back up she ran her hand up the inside of her leg while the other raised the teddy showing off the see thru thong. She ran her finger inside the panty rubbing her clit then pushed it deep into her pussy a few times pulling it out all wet with a sigh. Then raising it to her mouth she kicked it first like it was a small cock finally sucking it between her red lips. Smiling at us the whole time. Then she turned stepping back down off the table going over to put on another outfit. She acted as if she were stripping out of the outfit. This time she picked a red merry widow which left her breasts bare along with her pussy she also put on a pair of black seamed stockings and the red heels again. She bent over at the waist again as she hooked the front garters then walked over to me asking if I would do the rear ones, I did one leaning to kiss her ass cheek as I did. Then I suggested she have Paul do the other one patting her cheek she agreed walking around the table putting her cute butt right in his face looking over her shoulder at me and winking. As Paul was hooking the strap, she coyly moved pushing her butt cheek to his lips acting as if she hadn't mean too. He kind of jerked back not knowing just what to do. Jasmine said, "Oh my I'm sorry." Paul answered that it was ok in fact quite nice turning to see what I thought. I said if he wanted to kiss her ass go for it. This time he did.

Jasmine then stepped around to the block and up onto the table doing a turn she stopped facing Paul and began fingering herself again with one hand while the other massaged her breast then pinched her nipple, she said she felt it was about time that she wasn't the only one there with so little on and if we wanted the show to go on, she wanted to see us naked too. Paul looked at me, but I was already undressing he soon followed as Jasmine watched us while playing with herself, she was so hot she came right there standing on the table as she told us to stroke our own cocks. She told Paul to pick out something he would like to see her in while stepping down off the small table she came over to me sitting on my lap. Kissing me as I still stroked my very hard cock. We did another round. Paul had found a black garter belt with fishnet stockings a lacy black half cup pushup bra a black latex skirt and black see thru blouse. Jasmine laughed saying "Paul wants me to dress up like a hooker!" He smiled sheepishly and I grinned saying "You would make a fine one dear. You know I think this lady might have been one." She took the things from him and changed into the hooker outfit which when she was dressed was just what she looked like. The skirt didn't even come down to the top of the hose in fact you could see just a hint of her moist pussy her dark nipples shown thru the blouse. I wanted to come right there. This time as she stepped up onto the table she began to dance as she rubbed herself telling us she wanted us to jerk off for her while she danced for us. Paul was all for it, so was I my cock had been rock hard for most of the night. As she danced to the music slowly playing with herself, she stripped. First the blouse one button at a time stopping to play with her breasts when she had the front open, she turned pulling first one arm then the other from the sleeves throwing it on Paul's head. Then she started working the skirt off her hips pulling it lower turning all the time dancing, she flicked the skirt at Paul again. Turning to me she ran her hand up between her tight ass cheeks leaving a trail of glistening moisture from her wet snatch. I was getting very close to cumming as was Paul. I squeezed the base of my cock to keep from cumming holding back longer as Jasmine danced fingering her pussy right before us she moaned with the pleasure, she was giving herself. Paul announced that he was about to cum Jasmine said, "No wait!" As she almost jumped off the table running over to him, she dropped to her knees taking his manhood to her mouth at the same time bobbing her head up and down Paul began cumming almost as she took his cock between her lips a spurt hitting her cheek. I said I was going to be next as she sucked up the last of Paul's cum, she scrambled over to catch my load while still stroking Paul's cock with her hand. After she had sucked down my cum, she continued to stroke both of us sitting between us. She licked her lips then asked for another shot of tequila which I poured, in fact I poured us all a shot then proposed a toast to her for a great show and a magnificent finish. We drank then she said she was just getting started she still expected the both of us to cum in her at least once if not more. I pulled her to me kissing her then laying her back between us. Paul bent kissing her too as I began to kiss my way to her sweet pussy she laid her head in Paul's lap as he massaged her tits she tried to turn her head to get his soft cock in her mouth but it wasn't that easy seeing what she wanted I thought of the table again breaking away from my feast and with Paul's help we lifted her to the table she hung her head back over the edge of the table to get a better angle at Paul's rod sucking the soft flesh into her mouth as I pushed a pillow under her neck and butt then spreading her legs I went back to eating her sweet wet slit first running my tongue around her tight asshole then taking my time I licked my way over every fold and crevice to her hard clit she moaned around Paul's cock he was beginning to fuck her mouth as she sucked him hard again she started to cum as I nibble on her clit then with one finger in her pussy I slipped one in her ass too and began sliding them in and out. Looking up I asked Jasmine if she wished my fingers, were our cocks. With her mouth full of Paul's hardening cock all she could do was shake her head yes and moan louder I said we needed a better place and suggested we move the party over to our place and our king size bed it was agreed as Jasmine began cumming again with my fingers in her.

We loaded up the car and Paul's truck with the clothes for the short drive over to our place Jasmine went and got in the car still dressed only in the heels, fishnets, garter & bra. She had thrown a black cape around her shoulders fastening it at the neck. Paul was to follow us over to our place. On the way Jasmine said I should stop to pick up some more beer and a couple of limes she had the bottle of tequila between her legs. I stopped at the liquor store Jasmine jumped out and went into the store holding the front of the cape closed. From where I had parked, I could see the checkout counter as she walked up placing the beer and limes on it, she talked to the attendant; he was maybe twenty-four or five. Then looked back over her shoulder smiling at me she opened the cape wide. The guy just stared and smiled at her then she turned her head back facing him leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek he handed her the beer and limes which he had placed in a bag she turned and walked out to the car letting the cape hang open. I smiled as she got in the car telling her how good she looked walking out of the store then asking her what the guy had done to receive such a nice reward. Jasmine told me as she had walked up to the counter, she had remembered that she hadn't any money on her just her personal charms. She figured she would ask the clerk if he would consider a trade. She would show him what she had on under the cape and if he thought it was worth it, he would give her the beer and limes. She said, "I guess he felt it was worth it." Laughing as we drove off.

When we arrived at our place Jasmine went up to open the front door as Paul pulled up beside us the headlights shown on her like spotlights, she turned running her hand over her mound motioning with her other finger for us to follow as she went through the door. I grabbed an arm load of clothes still not wearing any myself. Paul had taken the time to throw on some clothes. We piled the clothes on the living room floor. While Jasmine was busy cutting up the limes and setting up a tray with a saltshaker the lime wedges in a bowl the bottle of Jose and three shot glasses. Along with three more cold Corona's. She'd poured the shot glasses full. Jasmine walked back into the living room as Paul, and I carried in the last load of clothes form his truck. She had lost the cape and was carrying the tray like a waitress would high on one hand she stopped before Paul telling him he was not properly attired and would not be served until he was! She walks over to me looked down at me sitting there naked with a semi hard on and said, "Now that's more like it." handing me a beer and shot then bent over at the waist holding out the tray so I could get the salt and a lime. Paul was busy stripping out of his clothes. She turned to see Paul pulling off his pants and throwing them aside. As I did my shot, she sashayed over to him severing him his drinks. Then setting the tray down she took her shot raised it to her lips and said, "To all to things Jose makes me do!" Paul and I laughed and clapped our hands. It was so very true we had had some very wild times when we were drinking that cactus juice. It seemed we were in for more.