Samanthas Graduation Pt 05

The two sisters got to the motel a few minutes before nine. They went into the bar and saw Hugh sitting at the end of the bar. He waved to them and they walked over. It was an impressive display.

The dresses they had bought were not identical, but rather, matching. The same pattern, one was a bright lime green while the other was a shocking pink. They were sleeveless and long, extending several inches below the knees. They were made from some type of very thin stretch fabric, and Margaret had insisted on getting them a size too small. As a result, the dresses clung to every inch of the twins, skin tight and showing off every hot curve. The dresses had a long row of 20 small snaps running down the front from deep-V collar to hem.

In both cases, enough buttons had been undone to show some cleavage and some leg above the knee. Black fishnet stockings and black 4" spike heels completed an attractive and provocative package. The sisters could feel all the male eyes turn their way, looking at them with hungry lust. They were well aware of the fact that they were totally naked under the dresses, no panties or bras and that the tight cling of their dresses advertised that fact very well to the lustful stares of the men.

Hugh watched the approaching women with frank appreciation. After kissing them both lightly, he said, "Wow! You two look spectacular."

Margaret twirled around a moment, and asked "Are you sure?"

Alexandra stepped back. Running her hands down the dress and around to her ass, she asked, "You don't think they're too tight do you?"

"Oh, no. Really. Everything looks just great."

Hugh couldn't take his eyes off the two women. He was practically drooling.

"Oh, good. We were worried.", said Margaret. "Look, there's a nice booth."

She led the trio to a large, U-shaped booth to the rear of the bar. Despite the candle burning on the table, it was quite private and dark. The sisters let Hugh sit down first, and then moved in on either side of him, Alexandra to his right and Margaret to his left. Although the booth was rather large, they slid together until their hips were touching his. When the waiter approached, they all ordered drinks.

"So, Alexandra, exactly what kind of business do you have? You mentioned you have some sort of health club?"

"Please, call me Alex. And call her Maggie. That's what we've always gone by."

"Sure."

"Well, it's a small health club, spa, gym sort of place. You know, an aerobic dance room, a few Nautilus machines, some weights, a couple of hot tubs, a few tanning booths, that sort of thing."

Looking past Hugh, she noticed her sister popping a snap on her dress, exposing another inch of her thigh. Hugh, his eyes riveted on Alexandra, didn't notice.

"Well, it's no wonder you're in such great shape. You must work out all the time."

Alexandra smiled. She didn't work out very often, at all. But the club was a great way to meet good-looking, fit, young men, and she could easily tell, by looking at their tight gym shorts, if a prospective fuck was well endowed. Several times a week she managed to give a "special workout" to a client.

"Why, thank you! I do try to look nice." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Turning towards her sister, he asked, "And you, Maggie. What do you do in Nevada?"

"I own a small business supplies and services company in Nevada. I'll have to head back there in a few days, now that Sam has graduated."

Looking over at her sister, she noticed her popping the same lower snap as she had earlier. They had decided before they arrived that Margaret would open her dress from the bottom and that Alexandra would open hers from the top. The other sister would match her sister's snaps, and then initiate the next round. Of course, it would be more fun if Hugh didn't see what they were up to, and the twins simply became less dressed silently. They figured by the end of the evening, not much would be left snapped. Alexandra then popped the top snap at her breasts.

"Well, you must work out often, too. And I can't believe your tans."

Alexandra answered, drawing Hugh's attention from her sister. "Between my tanning booths and the Nevada sun, we both stay fairly tanned." She noticed her sister had popped an upper snap, evening the race. "Of course, if you don't want to burn, you have to rub oil all over. And of course, you have to watch out for tan lines."

Over the next two hours, the small group had a few more rounds of drinks. Unknown to Hugh, the girls were making sure he stayed more sober than they. Whether spilling his drinks or sipping from them, they kept him fairly sober. For the night ahead, they wanted him alert and awake.

As the night progressed, it seemed as if a snap was unsnapped every 5 to 10 minutes. Hugh caught on after the first few snaps and asked if he could pop the snaps for them. The girls at first laughed and declined, saying they weren't those kinds of girls, that they were just getting more comfortable. But an hour later, with their dresses open up to mid-thigh and down almost to their navels, Margaret asked Hugh if he was still interested.

"I wouldn't want to break a nail." She ran her finger along his cheek and down his neck.

"Yes, Hugh," said Alexandra. She ran her fingertips along the front of his pants, feeling the large erection within. "We've got plans for these nails."

Hugh, flushing and breathing heavily, turned to Alexandra. Putting his left hand on her inner thigh, he moved the hand upwards along the fishnet stockings. Dexterously moving his thumb, he popped three more snaps in rapid succession, stopping only when his extended middle finger felt the soft down between her thighs. He could feel the moist warmth between her legs. Slipping his hand further between her legs, he began flicking his finger across her clit, easily found within her engorged pussy lips.

Alexandra gave a soft moan of pleasure and slumped in her seat. Hugh could see the color rising on her face, her dark skin flushing down her neck and across her exposed cleavage. After only a few minutes, her pussy began twitching, and she moaned again, in orgasm.

Margaret cooed, "Now it's my turn."

Hugh slid his left hand into Margaret's lap. Skillfully undoing the same number of snaps, he lowered his hand into her crotch. Margaret, however, had watched her sister being pleasured and wanted to make sure she received the same treatment. Spreading her legs widely, she grabbed his hand and thrust it deep between her legs. Hugh began moving his fingers into her flushed cunt and up into the warm, wet tunnel. Margaret began rocking gently back and forth and began moaning out directions.

"Oh, that's it...deeper, deeper... both fingers...rub my clit now..."

Hugh saw the waiter approaching with their drinks and tried to pull his hand free, but Margaret grabbed his arm and kept it in place. The waiter tried to maintain his composure as he set down the drinks but became flustered as she continued her rocking and quiet moaning. As he turned to leave, Hugh spoke up and asked for the check. When the waiter handed it to him, Hugh's poker face never cracked. Margaret orgasmed shortly thereafter in a shuddering spasm.

Hugh removed his left hand, and turning towards Margaret, unsnapped several buttons from the top. The tightly stretched fabric pulled back, revealing her flesh from her neck to below her navel. "God, Hugh, the only thing holding this on is my nipples!"

"Then I suggest you keep your back straight and make no sudden moves," he replied. He downed his drink, repeated the procedure on Alexandra, and said, "Why don't we go up to my room, and get comfortable?"

As they left the empty bar, Alexandra and Margaret were forced to move with exquisite grace. The fabric of their dresses had pulled the front apart to voyeuristic dimensions. The dresses, originally held together by 20 or more snaps, now were held together only by three, centered at their pulsing crotches. They were split to well above mid-thigh, ending just slightly below the tops of their stockings, and as Margaret had said, the tops were literally held in place by their nipples. An ambitious inhale would have stripped either woman.

Hugh stopped at the bar and bought a bottle of champagne from the bartender. Taking three champagne flutes, he led the women out of the bar, into the elevator, and to his room. Along the way, he grabbed a bucket of ice.