Next Door Neighbor

money on clothes with her. I told her that if she wanted to change clothes before going out, I would go over and tell Robyn that her mother was home and wanted to see her*right now*, and make it sound really serious. She laughed at the joke I was proposing, agreed, and headed into her apartment as I started over toward the pool.

When I got there, I did just as I'd said I would to Lucy – telling Robyn that her mother had come home early 'in some kind of state, I tell you!', and wanted her to get home*RIGHT NOW* – it was*important*. Robyn got a real serious look on her face, quickly collected her things, and rushed home – fortunately before I started laughing at the trick I'd played on her.

I took my time going back to my apartment, and as I was getting close to the front door, Robyn came rushing out, ran up to me and hit me on the arm, saying 'You*RAT*! That was a*terrible* thing to do to me!'; about that time, her mother came out (dressed in a light blouse and walking shorts – nice!) and started laughing. I couldn't help it, and started laughing along with her, and a bit later, Robyn joined in with us.

After we'd calmed down a bit, Lucy told Robyn that I'd offered to take them out to dinner to celebrate, and asking if she wanted to go with her to get her hair done and pick out something new to wear for the occasion.

Robyn quickly agreed, and turned to me, saying 'I'm sorry for hitting you, but that was mean!'. I couldn't help but start to chuckle again, and told her that her mother had agreed to it – earning her mother a dirty look, which she accepted in good humor. Robyn then rubbed my arm where she'd hit me, apologized again, and started back toward her mother, who said that they'd better get going if they were going to get back in time. I told Lucy that I'd take care of the restaurant, she acknowledged it, and I heading into my apartment as they went into theirs. I quickly called my favorite restaurant (I was known there), and managed to get us reservations for 7:00. I went over to let Lucy and Robyn know when the reservations were for, and caught them just as they were heading out the door to go shopping. I let them know when our table was reserved, and when I'd pick them up before telling them I'd see them later as they headed for their car.

Once back in my apartment, I checked my best summerweight suit, and decided that it could use a pressing; and after looking at myself in the mirror, that I could use a haircut, too, for the occasion. With that decided, I grabbed the suit and went out to my car, I knew where there was a cleaners near where I went for haircuts, and dropped the suit off with the request that it be pressed and ready to go in about an hour. It cost me a little extra, but I agreed, and went over to get my haircut. A little over an hour later, I was able to pick up my suit before going home.

I knew that I had plenty of time to get ready, so finished up a little code I'd been working on, and got it all saved. When the time came, I went in and took a quick shower, shaved (again), and got dressed, being extra careful to select one of my best ties to go along with the suit. Finally dressed a couple minutes early, I went over to see if Lucy and Robyn were ready. When I knocked at the door, Robyn answered it, but only by opening the door as far as the chain, which surprised me. She said that she and her mother were both ready, but that they wanted to surprise me, so she said that I should wait until I heard them call out before coming in. I was a little amused, and readily agreed. She closed the door, reminded me to wait, and I heard the door chain as she took it off. A few seconds later, I heard a faint 'Okay – come on in!', and opened the door.

They weren't in the living room, so I figured that they must be back in one or the other of their bedrooms, and faced the hallway, telling them I was ready. I quickly found out, though, that I*wasn't* ready – at least, not for the two lovelies that came out to greet me. Robyn led the way, wearing a simple spaghetti-strap dress that came down to just above her knees, making her look a young 18. It was an off shade of white that served to accentuate both her coloration and tan, and was snug enough to let folks know that she was definitely female. She had her hair done up in one of those short braided-ponytail styles, which served to accentuate the slender gracefulness of her neck. She was only slightly made up just enough to highlight her naturally-clear skin and complexion.

What followed, though, was almost enough to put my jaw on the floor – Lucy, dressed in a tight black strapless/sleeveless dress that hugged every curve she had as it flowed down to just below her ass, where it loosened up enough to make a skirt that went on down to her ankles. It was slightly scooped down in the front, revealing a nice bit of cleavage enough to look sexy without being trashy. Her hair was simply done trimmed back a little, and combed and brushed until it gleamed like gold cascading down her back.

She, too, had shown remarkable constraint in her use of cosmetics, adding only some blusher to her cheekbones, eyeliner, and a touch of pale red lipstick.

While I was standing there, enjoying the view (not a bra strap or panty line to be found!), they finished coming into the living room, separated a little, and each turned in a little circle for me, so that I could get the whole effect: Robyn's dress hugging her cute little ass; and Lucy's revealing that it was virtually backless, and how the color and texture of her hair next to it combined to make a singularly erotic and sensual sight.

At first, all I could do was just stand there; finally getting out a guttural 'Whoooooooah!', making both of them grin at me as I stood there looking like an idiot. It was Lucy that asked me how they looked; I collected my thoughts, and said 'You two' – with deep conviction – 'look like why the riot started.', making them both smile broadly, and Robyn to pipe up with 'Well, it's nice to know we're having the desired effect!'. I assured them that if the desired effect was to have every man in viewing distance ready to start humping the furniture, it was working – quite well, thank you. That brought me another pair of smiles, and Lucy asked me if I was ready to go out, or if I wanted to just stand there looking at them for the rest of the night. When I answered her by starting 'Well, if I really have a choice…' when she stopped me by laughing and saying 'This time, no choice. Maybe next time!'. I submitted to that, went over to them, and offered each of them an arm, which they took. Robyn looked me over and said 'You look pretty good yourself, there, big boy…', making her mother laugh and nod her agreement. I escorted them outside, and after Lucy had locked the door, led them over to my Volvo 850, holding the doors open for both of them before coming around, getting in, and getting us on the way to the restaurant.

Once in the car and moving, I was pleased to notice that they had both put on the same perfume – not only because having them both wearing the same perfume meant no conflicting scents, but because it was very nice: faint, slightly floral with a vague hint of musk, and no 'sharpness' to it.

Clearly, it wasn't something whipped up in a chemistry lab somewhere. I was only slightly disappointed when we finally got to the restaurant – it meant that my time alone with the two of them in the car was coming to a temporary end, but that I'd be the envy of every man that saw the two of them that night by having one of them on each arm.

The valet at the restaurant just barely managed to keep his attention on his job – and even then it was only after he'd let them out of the car and I'd come around to collect them from him that he finally realized that he had work to do. When we got into the restaurant, the headwaiter recognized me, and greeted me by name, earning me pleased looks from the two of them.

He commented on the 'lovely, delightful!' company that I had that night, and led us to one of the best tables in the house. As we were moving along, I could almost hear all the eyeballs following us (okay, Lucy and Robyn!), and when the headwaiter and I held their chairs for them, every man in sight seemed to hold his breath as he watched them move with incredible grace and serenity as they sat down.

Almost instantly, the wine steward appeared, and I could hear the headwaiter whispering to him to take special care of us that night; a comment I heard him repeat to our waiter as he left us. I think that Lucy must have heard it, too, because she gave me a look of mixed awe and appreciation.

I asked Lucy if she minded if Robyn had some wine with us, and she said that she didn't. Then I asked her if she had any preferences; I could see that she was a bit flustered by the question, and said that if she didn't, then I'd be happy to make the selection. She smiled her agreement, and after looking over the list, ordered us a carafe of white wine to sip until we'd made our order. When the wine steward left, Lucy admitted to me that if it didn't come in a jug with a handle and have a screw-on cap, she didn't have the faintest idea of what kind of wine it was. I told her to relax, that it was a nice restaurant, and that there wasn't anyone there that was going to say or do anything to embarrass her. She looked doubtful, and when the waiter came up and gave us our menus, I asked him if he would mind answering a personal question. He said that he would do his best, and I asked him if it were possible that one of the waiters or employees there had ever embarrassed a customer. He looked properly horrified, and said that he had never even*heard* of such a thing, and that if it ever happened there, the employee would be dismissed instantly. I pointed out that it sometimes happened that a customer would dine there, and possibly not be familiar with all the things that were involved in the enjoyment of such excellent cuisine. He thanked me for the compliment, and said that it was his job, as well as that of the rest of the staff, to not only