"Well," said May pleasantly, moving towards Rachel to help her up from the coffee table. "We can't have you ruining your nice new lingerie, Rachel. Stand up and take them off."
Rachel looked up to May with a look of surprise and disbelief. She let May pull her upright, but didn't move from the table, her legs straddling the furniture and the damp spot on her green panties clearly showing. "But, Steve's here."
May shook her head patiently. "I tried to tell you before: Steve would like you *not* to wear clothes when he's around, and I think it's a reasonable request. He's been good about letting you traipse around in your underwear until you get comfortable showing off your body to him, but I'm not going to let you ruin your panties just because you don't want my husband looking at your pussy."
Suddenly conscious of how she was standing, and how much Steve was enjoying the sight of her moistening panties, Rachel quickly stepped over the side of the coffee table.She blushed furiously, taking a step backwards as she looked uncertainly at Steve.
"Rachel," Steve said, standing up from the couch, "Please, clam down. May's your friend and just wants to be a good hostess. We want you to enjoy your visits here, and I don't want you to feel self-conscious around me. But May's right: we can't let you wear you wear wet underwear. We'd be bad hosts if we did."
Rachel stood, breathing heavily, her flush working its way down her body. "I want to be a good guest," she said softly, staring unconsciously at Steve's erection.
After a moment, Rachel responded. "Okay," she said, reaching down to pull down her now quite moist underwear. "Do you have any panties I can borrow, May?" she asked, a little too calmly.
"I'm afraid I've given mine away to goodwill," May said with a smile. "I don't need them any more. Here," she said, approaching Rachel, "give me those." May took Rachel's panties, and cupped Rachel's cheek with a hand. "Don't be sad, hon. You know Steve: he's a good man. Just make yourself comfortable," she said.
May turned to walk towards the basement, spinning Rachel's panties on her finger. "I'm just going to put these in the basin to soak before I do some laundry," she added. She gave a wink to Steve as she left. Rachel turned to Steve, and shifted uncomfortably as she tried to determine how best to hide her moist pussy.
Steve took his wife's playful gesture as a signal to push forward. He approached Rachel slowly, his cock bobbing gently as he approached her wife's red-headed best friend.
He raised his hand to brush Rachel's face. Rachel stood still, looking to Steve uncertainly as he gave her cheek a stroke. Her nipples were stiff, poking quite visibly into her bra: Steve moved his hand to cup a breast, and brushed his thumb over a nipple, causing Rachel to gasp slightly.
"What's the matter, Rachel? Are you worried that I might do something?" Steve asked. |