'Now,' Sam said. 'Tell me a little about yourself. Do you have a boyfriend? Anyone who'll be visiting you here?'
'No. I, uh, well, I don't date much, to tell you the truth.' Nita was getting relaxed just enough that she wasn't so bashful.
'What? A pretty girl like you?' Sam patted Nita's leg. 'I can't understand the young fellows these days. A pretty little thing like you wouldn't have been left alone in my day. You're not still a virgin, are you?'
Nita was in the process of taking a sip of her drink when he asked that question. Her mind rolled around, but failed to latch onto any particular significance to the question. She swallowed, then answered.
'No. Not really. I mean, I haven't done it but one time… ' Then her mind registered the impact of the question. She blushed deeply.
Even though the light was dim, Sam and Mary saw the flushing of Nita's skin. They gave each other a knowing look and a smile.
Sam changed tactics so he wouldn't alarm the girl. This was going just fine so far. No need to rush it. No need to frighten her away.
'You can have dates, Nita. We don't mind. As you know, I'm away a lot and Mary often goes out in the evening. If you want a young man to call on you, why go right ahead. Treat this just as you would your home.'
'Oh, I couldn't do that!' Nita exclaimed, then hastily continued. 'I wasn't allowed to have boys in my house. My parents thought I might… they didn't want me to… '
'I understand,' Sam said soothingly, patting Nita on the leg again. This time his hand was higher up, in the middle of her thigh. He could feel the heat of her well-turned limb through the thin material of her dress. He left his hand lying on her leg. 'Do you know what line of work I'm in?' he asked Nita.
'No. I just know that you travel a lot.'
'I'm a rag merchant.' He laughed softly when the confused look crossed Nita's face. 'I deal in clothing. Specifically women's clothing. You know, dresses, gowns, lingerie, things like that. In fact, I think I have some things that would look wonderful on you.' Here came the crucial question! He saw that Mary was holding her breath. 'Would you like to try on some of them?'
'Oh, Mr., uh, Sam, that's a nice offer, but I really shouldn't.'
'And why not?'
'Well, those are things you have to sell. I can't afford to buy them.'
'Who said anything about buying them? If you like some of them, I'm sure we can work out a way for you to have them. You will need clothes for school, won't you?'
'Oh, sure, but only jeans and shirts and things like that. Nothing fancy.'
'Well, you need some fancy things, too. How about lingerie? Bras, panties, garter belts, and so forth?'
'Sometimes I don't even wear bras,' Nita replied, laughing. 'I've never owned a garter belt in my life.'
Mary took Nita's glass, refilled it quickly, then handed it back to the girl. Nita immediately drank a large portion.
'That tastes pretty good, doesn't it?' Mary inquired.
'Yeah, not bad at all. I had this funny idea that a martini would taste, well, like acid or something.'
'We often think things are going to taste entirely different than they do.' It was a simple enough statement, but the way Mary said it, it sounded absolutely lewd. Mary heightened that impression when she smiled and smacked her lips.
'So,' Sam said, interrupting Mary before she went too far too soon. 'You say you've never worn a garter belt. Is that because you don't own any or because you think they're not proper?'
'Well, my mother always said they're worn only by loose women. I used to wonder about that, though. I mean, before pantyhose, all women wore them, didn't they?'
'Ummm, most women, anyway,' Sam agreed. 'Some wore those roll top stockings. What's your opinion of them? Garter belts, I mean, not roll top stockings.'
'I'm not really sure. Some of my girlfriends at school were real feminists, you know. They said garter belts were degrading. That men wanted women to wear them because it makes a woman look depraved-like a whore.'
'Is that what you think?'
'No. My opinion was the same as about what my mother said. I mean, what about the time before there were pantyhose?'
'You're a very smart girl,' Sam said. 'I like that. I like for a woman to form her own opinions and think for herself. I just happen to have a pretty good selection of garter belts and bras and panties, all that stuff. Would you like to try some of them?'
'Here? Now?'
'Sure. Why not? You don't need to be bashful in front of us. I've seen models change, you know. A nude female body is pretty.'
'It isn't us that worries me,' Nita said with a giggle. 'It's you!'
'Hasn't a man ever seen you naked?' Mary asked, getting to her feet.
'Uh, no. Not even when… well, he just pulled up my dress and… '
Mary stood directly in front of Nita and quickly shed her dress. Under it she wore a bra, panties, a garter belt that matched the other two garments, hose, and high-heeled sandals. The kind that Nita liked so well.
'See how a garter belt looks on me?' Mary said to Nita. 'I'm a little heavier in the hips than you are, but one would look much the same on you. Why don't you try one?'
'Well, okay, I guess. It won't hurt or lead to anything, will it?'
'No, of course not.' Mary kept her voice level and sincere, knowing full well what it was going to lead to. 'Not anything you don't want,' she added softly. 'Come here and let me help you out of that dress while Sam gets some samples.'
Nita struggled to her feet. Her head swam for a few moments as she stood erect. The martinis were having a significant, but wonderful, effect on her. She looked Mary's body over carefully in the dim light. She had already seen the woman nude. More than that, really. She had watched Mary and a man fuck! That was a hell of a lot more than being nude. Somehow, though, Mary looked just as alluring, just as sexy, in her underwear as she had looked with a man between her legs, shoving his cock in her. Nita's mind really reeled when she thought of Mary with a cock in her mouth.
Mary helped Nita out of her dress just before Sam returned. He grinned lewdly when he looked at the nearly- nude girl.
'Perfect! Just perfect!' Sam looked at Mary and licked his lips. 'An absolutely perfect body to model lingerie.'
'Do you really think so?' Nita asked him, sure that he was leading her on.
'Yep, I sure do! I've seen lots of models, you know, so I know what I'm talking about.'
Nita was uneasily aware of the man's eyes traveling hungrily up and down her body, taking in the curved outline of her firm breasts and her shapely legs. Her panties were modest cotton, but they didn't hide the abundant patch of hair in her crotch. On top of that, the crotch of her panties was so wet it clung to her pussy, clearly outlining the lips. There was even a straggling line of hair going up to her navel. Her ripe nipples were poking against the material of her cotton bra, the friction causing her pussy to get even wetter.
Mary looked at Nita as intently as her husband did. She was eager for him to get the show on the road. Her own pussy was wet and her breathing was beginning to get shallow and rapid.
'Just relax now,' Sam said. 'I have to take some measurements so I know what size you wear.'
Nita started to answer with the correct size. Something made her bite her lower lip and hold back the reply. She tried to act blasй, though she felt anything but. Knowing that Mary was also partially undressed made some difference.
Sam pulled a tape measure off his shoulder, reached around Nita and placed the tape along her back. Carefully guiding it around to the front, he joined the two ends between her breasts. The knuckles of both hands touched her nipples.
Nita shuddered and took a very deep breath, which she let out slowly.
Sam slid the tape back and forth as though making certain it was straight and in the proper position. The backs of his hands rubbed her nipples hard several times.
