I took my time undressing, pressing my ear to the bedroom door to hear how the guys were getting on in the living room.
Geez. It was like they were long-lost friends. They were swapping stories of their travels to Machu Picchu. I wasn’t even sure they missed me.
So I took the time to brush out my hair, gargle, and touch up my makeup. I removed all my clothes except my lacy boy-cut panties and put the apron back on over them. Checking myself out in the mirror, I had to say, I looked pretty damn good. The sides of my boobs were peeking out from the apron, and the bottom hem barely covered my crotch. I popped my heels back on, took a deep breath, and returned to the living room.
“Damn,” Von hissed when he saw me.
“Dude,” Cato said.
I approached them as slowly as I could, although I really would have loved to run and throw myself at them—Cato in his shirt sleeves and loosened tie, and Von in his outdoorsy, casual duds. Both buff, and hot as hell.
“Hey,” I said in a soft voice.
They both leaned back on the sofa, hands behind their heads. They studied me with a heated intensity that made me shake, as if I were prey they were stalking. Craving pulsed through me as they looked me up and down like hungry animals.
Or was it the other way around?
I wanted to please them with every fiber of my being.
Von twirled his finger. “Turn around for us, baby.”
I rotated in my high heels, one tiny step at a time to draw out the suspense. Their heavy gazes seared my flesh, leaving me starving for touch. It was time to ratchet up the fun.
With a little strip tease.
I was facing away, with my back to them. I glanced over my shoulder and hooked my thumbs in my panties, which I lowered just an inch, swaying enough to mesmerize the guys with my ass.
One sucked in his breath. The other released a small mmmm.
I lowered the lacy fabric more, leaning forward just enough to stick my behind in their direction, and pushed the rest of my panty below my ass cheeks. I squirmed to make sure they were getting a good, long look.
I glanced back again and saw Von adjusting himself. The magic was working.
Not that I ever had any doubts.
When my panties reached the floor, I bent deeply to throw them aside. While folded forward, I stepped my feet a few inches apart to give them a perfect view of my most private parts.
“Fuck, baby,” Cato groaned.
Could they see how soaked I was? I hoped so.
Emboldened by something I couldn’t identify, I reached between my legs and ran a finger between my pussy lips, dragging my moisture from one end of my slit to another. I slowly straightened back up, the blood having rushed to my head, and turned back around to face them.
But not before I scooped my panties up off the floor and threw them to Von.
He smiled and brought them to his face. His gaze locked with mine, and he took a deep inhale of the lacy fabric. He tossed it aside and extended his hand to me.
I approached the sofa, taking Von’s hand and stroking Cato’s beautiful face.
“Are you ready for us, darlin’?” Von asked.
A tremor of anticipation swam through me. “Are you ready for me?”
The guys looked at each other with big smiles. This was my show, and we all knew it.
I knelt before Cato, clamoring for what I knew would be a very hard cock buried in a tangle of boxers and trousers. When I had freed his erection, I pulled it toward my mouth, savoring the drop of precum on his tip. I ran my lips all the way down to the root.
Von got up from the sofa and positioned himself behind my bare ass, now that I was bent over in service to Cato.