Pireced Guy Ch. 02
Keywords: Pireced, Ch., Guy, 02,
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Sandra finally caught up to me two weeks after I told her about my day with Robin and badgered me to finish the story. I was still reluctant to do so - partly because I was starting to feel uncomfortable about having told Sandra anything at all and also because the events of the second half of the story sometimes are too embarrassing to "share." In twenty years I deliberately avoided telling anyone what happened and preferred to keep it that way. But in addition to being pretty (and apparently hornier than I ever imagined), Sandra proved to be exceptionally persistent, so I continued with my story...
On the Monday after Robin"s Sunday afternoon by the river, we had dinner at her apartment. As we were cleaning up after our meal, she reminded me of my promise to bet with her again so "she had a chance to win.". I agreed and she went to get the dice for another roll. As she had done before, she stated she would roll one die and if it came up three or less, she won. She made a bit of a show removing everything from the table (including a fork) to ensure nothing got in the way and then rolled the die. When it came up "one," she just smiled and announced herself as the winner (About a year later Robin received and accepted a job offer in another state. By mutual agreement, the romantic part of our relationship had ended by then, but we remained friends, so I agreed to help her pack and load the U-Haul for the trip to her new job. As I was cleaning out her desk, I came across the dice which were still in their original package. The package clearly indicated they were "novelty" dice and were not to be used for "legal gambling purposes." I took one of the die out of the package and rolled it six times across the bathroom floor. Each time the die came up "one." There was no doubt - the dice were loaded. I finally understood why Robin was so shocked when she lost the first bet and so eager to place another. I just chuckled to myself and put the dice in one of the boxes for the trip to Robin"s new home. I didn"t mention to her that I knew her little secret nor did I ever talked to her again after she moved, so I can only imagine how many bets she has won with them over the last twenty years. I hope her other lovers enjoyed losing as much as I did.)
She told me that I was to come to her apartment on Friday after work and that my "day" was to start when I arrived and last twenty-four hours. She said she"d tell me what she wanted me to do when I got to the apartment.
I showed up around 5:00 and knocked on the door. Robin didn"t answer, so I used the key she had given me to let myself in. As I walked past the table by the door, I noticed an envelope with my name on it taped to a box. I opened the envelope and the note in it said I was to vacuum the house, clean the bathroom, make the bed and prepare dinner. And that I was to do all of that while wearing what was in the box. It also said she would be home from work at 7:00 sharp and that dinner was to be on the table when she walked in.
I opened the box and pulled out the contents. When I realized what was in the box I became amused and then embarrassed. Robin wanted me to wear an outfit that consisted of a thong, a collar and two French cuffs. When I finally put it on I looked like a formally, but minimally, attired waiter at a strip club. Wearing my new "clothes," I began cleaning the apartment as the note instructed. It didn"t take me long to do the vacuuming, clean the bathroom and make the bed (It would"ve taken even less time if I didn"t have to spend so much time keeping the thong from creeping up my ass.), so I had plenty of time to prepare dinner.
While certainly not the best cook in the world, I know my way around the kitchen (an opinion I was to discover Robin did not share) and decided to go through the cabinets and the refrigerator to see what I could put together. There wasn"t much in the cabinets, so I opened the fridge thinking I might have better luck there only to find another note, also with my name on it, sitting atop a pan of lasagna. Robin was obviously taking no chances with my culinary skills. I complied with the heating instructions on the note, set the table and had everything laid out when she walked in at 7:00.
As she walked past me toward her bedroom, she smiled and said "Nice outfit. I think I"m going to enjoy this" She told me she was going to take a quick shower, change into something more comfortable and then sit down to eat. When she returned, we sat down to enjoy the lasagna and some wine. Between the skimpiness of the outfit and the fact my almost bare ass was resting on a cold vinyl seat, I was feeling less than comfortable. Robin could sense my discomfort and decided she rather enjoyed it - she kept leering at me and saying my situation was better than being exposed to a stranger in the outdoors as had happened to her with Mike. At the end of our meal, Robin told me there was some pie and ice cream for dessert and that I should serve it after clearing the table. The wine was definitely starting to mellow me as I prepared the dessert. As I turned to take it to the table, the doorbell rang. I immediately put the dessert down and headed toward the bedroom to hide while Robin answered the door.
Seeing me take flight, Robin asked "Where are you going?"
I said, "To the bedroom while you answer the door."
She replied, "That won"t be necessary, I"ve invited company for the rest of the evening."
I shot her a very angry look and said I thought this was going too far. Her response was that Mike had a "pretty good look" at her during our picnic at the river and she was "going to return the favor." I very unsuccessfully tried to convince her that what happened with Mike was both purely accidental and involved someone we didn"t know. Now we were deliberately bringing someone else into our little game who we, or at least Robin, knew. Without thinking about it, I almost voiced the same argument Robin made the previous week about doing something that might harm us professionally. Robin just smiled, then turned and opened the door.
I was still standing there wearing an expression of shock - and my stupid little outfit - when in walked Cora. Cora was also a nurse at the hospital and she and Robin often worked together. Cora and I had attended the same high school but she was two years older than I was, so I didn"t know her very well. What I did know is that she was extremely good looking. A few years later, I saw the movie "Top Gun." In the movie, Meg Ryan plays the wife of one of the main characters ("Goose," I think). In real life, Cora looked very much like Meg Ryan did in that movie. The only differences - with my apologies to Meg - is that Cora is a bit larger in the chest and kept her hair shorter because of her nursing duties. Other than that they could have passed for sisters - maybe even twins
Anyway, Cora just smiled and said "Robin, you do know how to dress your men." Then she told me if I was still serving dessert, I should give her some, too As I turned to go back to the kitchen, Cora got an eyeful of my butt which caused her to give a quick little wolf-whistle and say, "Nice ass.." I shot back, "Isn"t kind of sad that all you have to do on a Friday night is look at my ass?" To which she responded, "Maybe, but not on this Friday night."
Robin followed me into the kitchen as I prepared dessert for Cora. She also decided it would be fun if she stuck her hand into the front of my thong to get a "rise" out of me. She knew the damn thong, which covered almost nothing anyway, would do a particularly poor job of hiding a hard-on. I was still upset enough at the situation that my dick wasn"t really in the mood yet (unbelievable, but true).
Robin and I sat at the table with Cora and we all began eating as though nothing was unusual. In fact, they started talking about work and ignored me completely. As we finished, I rose to clear the table and, in doing so, leaned across Robin. Her hand shot up and grabbed me by the crotch and my cock popped out the side of the thong. Cora saw my situation instantly and put a hand to her mouth to suppress a giggle. She also said, "Well, I guess I"m getting a chance to see more than your ass." I tried to "rearrange my package" and put the bad boy back under the thong, but Robin intervened and said "Take it off. Let Cora have a full view." When I didn"t immediately comply, Robin reached over and ripped it off in one quick motion. I was now exposed and starting to get hard. Robin then decided to "help matters" by gently running a fingernail on the underside of my increasingly happy cock which caused it to suddenly jerk upward. I was now at slightly more than half-staff and Cora was just staring at my dick with a look of amusement on her face.
Robin then began to give me a handjob and continued stroking me until I was hard. Cora then reached into her handbag and produced a tape measure (the kind tailors use) and said she wanted to "measure me." Robin removed her hand and Cora took over. I was as hard as I"ve ever been - it felt like my dick was going to explode - when Cora measured my length and girth. She proudly announced my dick was "just under 7 1/2" in length and just over 5" in girth." To measure me, Cora had knelt on the floor right in front of my crotch. My extremely hard dick was now about three inches from the face of a fully clothed, but incredibly beautiful, woman. I could feel her breath on my balls. When she turned her head, her hair hit the head of my cock and I almost came on the side of her face. Robin saw how close I was to cumming and told me to back away. Cora looked up at me and smiled devilishly - she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
As I backed away, they both just looked at me for at least a full minute. They were obviously enjoying the situation immensely, but didn"t seem to quite know what to do next (I later learned that they had, in fact, scripted the events of the entire evening.
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Keywords: Pireced, Ch., Guy, 02,