I see a lot in Miss Kay (closed for AndreaSubbie)

Holding the now buttoned coat carefully, I opened the door and swung both legs out together, keeping my knees pressed against each other. If anyone was watching it would look like I was in a miniskirt.

Once my feet were on the ground it was easier to preserve the appearnace of modesty, and closing the door walked round the SUV to meet Mr Martin.

"Thank you, Sir. I've had an amazing day!" I could my whole face was alive with sheer joy, and rising onto my toes I again kissed his cheek.

It was funny, really. After all the subtle and implied then blatant sexuality of our day, it just seemed the most appropriate way of saying thank you.

We walked together to my door, Mr Martin behaving like the perfect gentleman. It was as if my Boss was seeing me safely home after an Office function, and I adored the parallel nature of our relationship.

At my front door up on the landing I unlocked it and turned to face him.

"So you'll be here at 8? And then to a working breakfast? Sundress, comfy shoes, sunglasses and trilby," and here I took the bag from him and patted its side.

"Oh, and no underwear at all!" I whispered, a big smile on my face.
 
Even after all I'd see of her I still enjoyed being behind her on the stairs, seeing those long legs beneath the coat, knowing that there wasn't much covering the rest of her.

"So you'll be here at 8? And then to a working breakfast? Sundress, comfy shoes, sunglasses and trilby. Oh, and no underwear at all!"

I smiled. "Correct. You have been very good at following my instructions, Andrea." I stepped closer to her, once again placing myself in her personal space. "I'll see you in the morning then."
 
Giving him a brilliant smile, I turned and let myself in, then leaned back against the closed door.

I also closed my eyes, the memories of my day cascading like a slide show through my mind.

Obedient to his instructions, I took off the coat and didn't change out of the mesh body. The rest of my evening had me in a state of gentle simmer, and eventually I went to bed. The feel of the sheets against my naked body was utterly sensual.

In the morning, I showered and put on discrete make up, brushing my hair to a shine, then without underwear I put on what I hoped was a suitable dress. I was ready for Mr Martin by 7.30, so keen was I for what he might have in store for us. The sunglasses and trilby were in my bag. I just had time for a coffee before 8.00 am.

Here goes!
 
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I knew I had much research to do before taking Miss Kay out on Saturday. I have always been a planner, and the impromptu nature of Friday with Andrea was both thrilling and worrying, though I wasn’t sure if she had realized it. Foremost in my mind was concern that something would happen that would cause her trouble. For that it was important that we’d be spending our time in the suburbs where there were less crowds, and a few places we could try other things.

I nearly missed the exit to my home thinking of all this, but soon enough I was home. The most difficult thing was to resist masturbating as I considered plans and prepared things at home. A short workout in my minimalist basement gym helped, even if it was followed by a shower that made it harder not to think of her. I trimmed my pubes back short after the shower, which reminded me of more playful times in my youth. My wife Erika had once been more playful, before her career took over her life. Even now she was off on the west coast for at least another two weeks. I suspected she had a lover there, and honestly could see it being either a man or a woman, but we’d grown apart for long enough it didn’t hurt like it once did to think of that. Andrea, on the other hand, was immensely exciting to think of, and lead to pleasant musings as I fell asleep.

When my alarm went off I was instantly awake with anticipation. I took a quick shower and dressed in a simple grey short-sleeved shirt and khaki shorts with large pockets. I expected I might have a few things to store away. I gathered my camera bag and a few other things to put in the back of the SUV and was ready to go.

I arrived back at her neighborhood far too early, thanks to my excitement. I circled the block once just to kill some time before parking, but I still found myself at the front door to the building at 7:45. I rang the buzzer and smiled up at the camera.
 
The door buzzed much earlier than expected, and yep, there he was!

I said, "Hi, come on up!" through the intercom and buzzed Mr Martin in, then unlocked the front door, leaving it ajar.

I didn't know if we were going to leave straight off or have time for me to finish my coffee, but I got out another mug and put the pot of coffee on the kitchen table.

As soon as I heard him at the door I called, "Come in, Mr Martin, Door's open!" and waited sat at the kitchen table, coffe cradled in my hands, ready to go or stay.
 
I had half expected her to come out to meet me. I took her invitation as a good sign, as she trusted me enough to bring her into her apartment. Of course, I suppose that getting into my car in some state of undress perhaps was already much more of a statement, but there was something to my mind about her home nonetheless.

"Good Morning, Andrea." Seeing her sitting at the table with a spare mug appeared to be an invitation, so I walked towards her. The strapless dress looked cute on her, her bare shoulders immediately making me think of baring more of her. "Sorry I'm a bit early. Need a cup of coffee before we get going? How was your night - were you able to keep to my instructions?"
 
I giggled at his question, and poured him a coffee, inviting him to sit opposite me across the table.

"Yes, I wore only the mesh body until bed time, I slept naked, and I didn't orgasm. In fact, I didn't even masturbate in the end."

Speaking so openly and frankly about such personal sexual things reinforced the simmering low level arousal I already felt, fed by yesterday's antics, sitting Commando in my kitchen with my boss, and my anticipation of more excitement today.

"The trilby and sunglasses are in my bag, and I'm wearing a sundress without any underwear of any kind!"
 
"Very good, very good. I hope that doesn't mean that yesterday wasn't exciting enough for you." I hoped that the twist I put on my smile helped to get across the jest. I had thought more about the way she responded to instructions, how she seemed to thrive on it, and I had resolved to explore that a bit more.

I took the coffee from her and took a sip. "Let's see you then. Stand up and give me a bit of a twirl." I turned my chair so that I could more fully see if if she stepped to the middle of the room. I was already starting to get hard just in anticipation.
 
Without thinking about it I immediately stood up and moved to where he would see me best.

Then facing him, feet together, I held the skirt out wide and turned slowly on the spot, giving him an all round view.

"How's that? Will it do?" Since I had nothing else that resembled a sun dress, it had better do, I thought.

I also knew that he knew that yesterday's excitement had been wonderful, but I was ready for more today.
 
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I stood up, leaving the coffee behind, and walked up close to her. I looked into her eyes as I approached, then plainly let my eyes drop to examine the bodice. I circled about her, admiring the way it draped over her bottom. When I returned to her front I looked back up into her eyes.

“Very nice Andrea.” I nodded. “Good choice. It should not draw attention, other than for your natural beauty, in most situations.” I looked back up to her eyes. “I hope you have an appetite for today, though perhaps we’ll start with some small bites.”

"Shall we go then?" I offered her my arm.
 
Taking his arm, I grinned up at him.

Snatching up my bag and keys we left the apartment and headed for his lovely SUV.

"Do you know, I think I'm developing an apetite!" I laughed.
 
I quite enjoyed the feel of her on my arm as we walked to the car. The day was already warming up and the sun was bright. “I hear it’s going to get up to the low nineties today, or about 32 Celsius, if you haven’t gotten used to our backward way of measuring things.” I gave her a wink. “So there certainly won’t be any problem with you feeling chill, at least while we’re outside.”

I opened the car door for her and paused as she climbed in to appreciate her legs. As the sun caught her skirt I realized how wonderfully sheer it would be in the right conditions. "Ah, yes, very nice skirt" I gave her a smile as I closed the door for her.

As I stepped in myself, I continued. "Our first stop will be breakfast, of course. There’s a nice little place not too far from where I live that I think should be just perfect. You can eat out on a nice sunlit patio out front or a small porch built off the side. I think depending on how busy it is, we can decide which works best for us.”
 
"Either sounds great, Mr Martin," I replied, putting my sunglasses on and then fastening the seatbelt.

With the smocked band of the dress across my chest, the belt didn't accentuate my breasts as much as yesterday, but on the other hand, I was no longer wearing anything under my top layer. The fact that I was almost naked in the car again, Mr Martin's car, was another little spoonful of eroticism to add fuel to my simmering state, and I suddenly realised that I was eagerly looking out for high cabbed vehicles.

Laughing at my enthusiasm, I forced myself to relax. There would no doubt be opportunities, plenty of opportunities, and I looked over to Mr Martin. He had a nice profile, a nice face, and I reached over with my left hand and placed it on his right thigh, about halfway up from his knee.

The pants leg, not trouser leg, was warm beneath my hand and his muscles felt solid and relaxed, very comforting.

I was going to have fun today, and I would do my best to make sure he did too.
 
We turned towards the highway again to get out of the midst of the city. I saw her head pan as we switched lanes, watching for the traffic around us, went she laughed to herself. As I looked over she put her hand on my thigh, high enough that it was on the fabric of my long shorts.

It sent a jolt straight to my cock for her to touch me, and I could only imagine what a pleasant surprise it would have been if her hand had been on the bare skin of my thigh only inches away. I merely looked at her and smiled, for fear of losing my attention on the road, though I have no doubt my eyes showed my deeper reaction.

As I looked back forward I saw that we were overtaking a line of three long 18-wheeler trucks.

"Looks like you might have quite the potential audience here." I moved to the middle lane so we could pass them on Andrea's side. "I want you to leave your top up while I pull alongside the first one. Make eye contact with the driver and then pull down your top just enough for your nipples to show."
 
Oh, goody, we were going to play with the truckers again. I squeezed Mr Martin's thigh, then put both hands on my dress just under my arms, making sure I didn't obstruct the view of my boobs covered by the dress.

This was going to be fun.

Mr Martin eased the SUV alongside the first truck so I could look straight up at the driver. A slightly older guy than yesterday, maybe forties? He looked down curiously at us as we slowed, not overhauling him, a frown playing on his face as he probably wondered why the driver was being a jerk, not just passing.

I smiled and shrugged at him, as if to say, 'yeah I know', but then gently eased my top down below my nipples as instructed, leaving my boobs on show.

I giggled as the guy just stared, amazed, then grinned at me. Apparently we were forgiven for driving like jerks!
 
I tried not to be too distracted with Andrea's bare breasts myself. They looked even more smooth and firm without the mesh veiling them, the nipples just ripe for a caress or a flip of the tongue. That would have to wait though.

"Okay, now pull back up. Chance are that these guys are talking on their CBs, so the second driver will likely be waiting for you. Why don't you give him a bit more of a tease. Slowly pull down one side, then the other for him."

As I pulled alongside the second cab, I steeled myself not to be distracted by her, but keep my eyes open for other traffic - and to be aware that our exit wasn't too far away.
 
I did as I was told and covered myself up again, conscious that I had shown my bare breasts to an unknown truck driver before Mr Martin. How weird was that?

But the second truck was now looming, and again I smiled up at the driver, younger this time.

He was already grinning as we eased alongside, so it seemed Mr Martin was right about the CB.

Again following instructions I flashed my right boob first, then my left, trying to keep my hands from obstructing my boss's view.

"All done. Two happy customers, boss," I reported.
 
I laughed. "I'm sure you've made their morning, Andrea."

As I pulled us ahead to the third and last truck, I took another look over to appreciate the goods she was showing off. I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination, or did her nipples look even more perky than before. But I had to keep my eyes on the road too.

"Okay, if you like the look of this driver, I want you to play with your breasts for him. You won't have long, so give him something to remember."

I knew that I'd have something to remember, especially once I had a chance to put my hands on those breasts as well.
 
Before we even got to the third and last truck I already had my dress pulled down to my waist.

I wasn't interested in how I liked the driver, I was doing this anyway. This time It was me that got the shock.

There I was, a hand under each breast jiggling them nicely to show them off without covering any nipple, looking up to see the reaction on the driver's face, and seeing a woman driver.

But she'd been expecting me too, and laughed out loud, her head as far back as it could go while still watching the road. She throughly enjoyed my shock and gave us a blast on her air horn. And we were done.

Pulling the top up again I laughed and said, "It was a woman driver, and she thought it hilarious!"

I smiled at Mr Martin, put my hand on his strong bare thigh, and thanked him.

"That was such fun!"
 
I laughed along with her at her surprise. "What would you have done if she had flashed you back?"

When she put her hand on my bare thigh, it make my heart race. She was so clearly enjoying this. My cock felt like it was straining against the fabric of my boxers and shorts.

"Just as well that the next edit is ours," I said as I pulled past the last truck and added speed. "While it might be nice that they are likely mentioning us up to more drivers ahead, there might be more than truck drivers listening in."

I smiled over at her. "Besides, now I'm sure you're ready for some breakfast."
 
I laughed at our shared joke, and replied, "I'm starving! All this excitement seems to have given me an appetite."

The SUV bade farewell to the trucks and traffic and Mr Martin navigated his way from the exit to the little breakfast place he had chosen.

I used the time to adjust my dress top properly so that we'd present a respectable image to the proprieters. This was near Mr Martin's home, and I didn't want him to be embarrased by anything I did.
 
Sarah's Sunlight Cafe was nestled on the edge of my hometown, which also put it not too far from one of our area's many small liberal arts college. One of the reasons I liked Sarah's was that it often employed the local students. As this particular college was a women's college into a couple decades ago, that means primary young women. I never really could have expected to be coming to Sarah's with a beautiful young woman who was actually younger than some of the servers that I enjoyed watching.

As we walked up from our parking spot, I could see that the broad patio was quite full, so when we stepped into the foyer I asked the cute redhead behind the podium if the upper deck was open.

"We actually just opened it up. A lot of people decided it was a nice day to have breakfast, I guess." She gave us that big (usually fake) customer-service smile. "Follow me." She headed for a wrought iron staircase that spiraled out of the foyer up to the upper floor.

"After you." I swept my hand forward to gesture Andrea on. While normally I would have wanted to be right behind the snug yoga pants of our hostess, I knew the view from Andrea would be even better. It also meant I could keep myself between her barely-covered backside and anyone who might look up from below.

The upper deck was partially shaded by a tall tree from the side yard, which kept us from having too much glare from the sun. She led us towards a small table by the side. I stepped forward and pulled out the chair that faced away from the staircase, beckoning Andrea to sit.
 
It looked like a classy place, young and vibrant without being snobby, and it was already fairly full. Mr Martin got us into the upper level which was a bit nerve wracking, since I had to climb an exposed staircase in a short floaty skirt and no knickers!

If I hadn't been worried about making problems for Mr Martin so close to home, it would have been a fun challenge.

With him following so close behind we made it up to the table area, and I let out a sigh of relief at remaining undiscovered.
 
I thanked our hostess and looked around as she headed back down.

"I guess we are the first ones up here." I sat down opposite her. "Now, pull down just the front of your top. Can you do that without the back side of it appearing to move?"

I got out my phone and flipped to the camera. "Think about those happy truckers and give me a smile." I snapped some photos.
 
ooh, this was naughty!

I managed to do as he asked. The smocking of the top was ideal for this, and I tucked the front of the dress under my boobs while keeping the back up tight to my armpits like there was nothing unusual.

It was fun, and I was relying on Mr Martin to notice if anyone was coming to join us.

My smile was totally genuine
 
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