Neil was bored and irritated. And feeling slightly frustrated, which was one reason for the boredom and irritation.
Neil was a nice guy. Everyone said so. He was Mr. Dependable. If you wanted something done, Neil was willing to help out. This time it appeared to have bitten him. The request was simple enough. A couple of friends, Janet and Heather, shared a unit near him and had asked for a small favour. They were going to a party on Friday night. A women-only party, but could he be an angel and pick them up at about 11:00. They would be having a few drinks at the party and wouldn't be able to drive home. They didn't want to walk home that late at night.
Not a big deal, Neil had thought. Just wander up, toot and then drop them off at their unit. So he had fronted up at 11:00 as requested but instead of coming out he had been invited in to sit and cool his heels while the girls talked. There were only the hostess, Brenda, his friends and one other woman still there, but they were nattering on and on about the things they'd had delivered.
It appeared that the unknown woman was Clarissa and she did sexy lingerie parties. Tonight's party had been a delivery of previously ordered items and a chance for the girls to compare their loot and perhaps order more. Now that the party had wound up the girls were still wanting to discuss all their new frilly bits and pieces.
Janet was holding up a small bit of nothing and comparing it to a similar small bit of nothing that Brenda was holding, asking for relative opinions on the two items. Catching a mumble from Neil, she flashed a smile at him and asked if he wanted to comment.
Neil shook his head, but Janet noticed he was still muttering to himself about something. She winked at the others and decided to goad Neil a little, getting him to express his opinion.
"Come on, Neil," she coaxed, holding the scrap of lace in place. "Tell us what you think of these."
Brenda, seeing what Janet was doing, turned and spread her loot for him to compare.
Neil had had enough. If they wanted to play cat and mouse games, let them find out who was the cat and whom the mouse.
"They're both very nice," said Neil, keeping his face straight, "but to really judge them I'd need you to put them on."
Janet stared hard at him. "Do you really expect us to put these on and then flash our knickers so you can judge them?" she asked sarcastically.
Neil shrugged. "Not really. You asked and I answered, but don't worry, I realise you won't do it. For a start you'd have to lift your skirts so that I can see them properly. Flashing me wouldn't prove anything."
Janet glared at him. Brenda nudged her and said, "You started it. Do we back down or call his bluff?"
Janet switched her glare to Brenda, then giggled at her quizzical look. "I will if you will," she said.
At Brenda's answering giggle and nod, the two girls turned slipped off their panties and put on their new lace flimsies. They turned back to Neil, lifting their skirts and waiting for his comments.
Neil looked the two girls over, face straight. "Very nice," he said, a hint of doubt in his voice. "I notice you shave, Janet," he added blandly, laughing as she flushed and quickly dropped her skirt.
"You don't exactly seem enthusiastic about them," said Brenda, having notice the edge of doubt he'd given his words.
"I have to admit," said Neil, "that while they're nice, they didn't give me the urge to rip them off you and ravish you. Perhaps if you were wearing matching bras and I could see them together?"
"You do have the matching bras, you know," said Clarissa. "It wouldn't take you long to slip them on."
"After that shaving comment, you expect me to put on the matching bra and give him a fashion show in my undies?" protested Janet.
"You started this," Brenda whispered to her, "and I don't feel like backing down in front of him or Clarissa. Let's make it all or nothing. That'll give us a legitimate out."
"Clarissa," Brenda said with a smile. "You're wearing a similar bra and panties set. Why don't you show him your set while I discuss this with Janet and Heather."
As the three girls went into a huddle, Clarissa was caught in a quandary. On the one hand, she'd had two successful parties. On the other, while willing to model her outfit for the girls, doing it for a strange man was something else. She glanced over at Neil, who was watching her expectantly. He didn't seem to be leering, just wanting to give an honest opinion. "He's gay," she realised. "That's why the others don't mind showing off to him." She smiled at Neil and doffing her dress, she did a model walk across in front of him and returned, giving him an excellent view of her scanties and the superb equipment that they nearly covered.
"Up to you now, Heather," said Brenda. "If you agree to model we're all stuck with it. If you say no, we can cry off with dignity."
Heather was giggling. "I didn't really think Clarissa would do it. She makes a point of no men attending her parties. I didn't buy undies, but I did get that very short and sexy nightie. I'll model that if you two do your undies?"
The girls excused themselves while they vanished into Brenda's bedroom to change. Waiting for them to return, Neil chatted to Clarissa, who had made no effort to put her dress back on. He was a little surprised at this but didn't say anything, just discussed how her party plan worked.
After a few moments Janet called out that they were ready, so Neil sat back to enjoy the show. Janet led the way, blushing at Neil's scrutiny, very conscious of the fact that yes, she did have a shaved pussy and he could apparently see it well enough to know.
As Janet bolted back to the bedroom Brenda came out, danced across in front of Neil, laughing and doing a little pirouette before heading back. Last, Heather in her short lacy nightie, laughing at the look of surprise and appreciation on Neil's face. Pausing for a moment in front of him, she pulled her shoulders back slightly, throwing her breast into prominence and causing her nightie to rise slightly, showing off the matching panties. The transparent matching panties Neil noted.
A few moments later the girls were all standing there, asking for his opinion, laughing. Neil laughed with them. "What can I say?" he asked. "You all looked truly delectable. There'd be no way I'd throw any of you out of my bedroom if you were standing there dressed like that."
"If you had to pick one of us," teased Heather, "which would it be?"
"Do you think I'm insane, to try to answer a question like that? Whoever I picked, I'd be offending the other three."
