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The Neighborhood MILF: Katie
The circle of friends in our neighborhood that is into swinging and lesbian flings is getting bigger and bigger. I’ve only come around a couple years ago to the new lifestyle, and have enjoyed every bit of it. One pleasant surprise to our group is Katie, a local hairdresser that must have got sick of gossiping about us, and joined in the fun.
The cute sandy-haired blonde with chipmunk cheeks and a nice round ass was about ten years younger than me, but seemed to follow my pattern of behavior by coming out of her shell later in life. She’s been divorced for a few years and currently has a boyfriend who looks to be about half her age.
My first time really getting to know her was at our girls-only shopping trip last year, where we shared a suite with two others. I didn’t realize she was so funny, and it was cool to see her wild side. When we went to the adult store, her purchases included a strapon dildo, three or four sexy teddies, and a skimpy pair of black Hawkeye panties. I couldn’t fault her for supporting her team because I bought a pair of Bucky Badger undies myself.
I got to see her put the strapon in action back at the hotel, using it on Jan and my friend Luann. For some reason I never got to experience it personally, but I was turned on just watching. I found it hard to believe it was her first time wearing one. She appeared to handle it with ease.
We’ve gotten together several times since, including her and Jan joining me in Arizona for a couple days when I was there on business last güvenilir bahis month. We also went out after we got home, going to a local bar to watch Iowa play in the college basketball tournament on TV. I’m more of a Badger fan having graduated from the UW thirty years ago. I figured I’d show my support by wearing red and even my Bucky Badger panties for a little added luck.
Jan picked me up and we met Katie and Laurie at the bar for an afternoon of basketball and a few drinks. They all had their black & gold Iowa colors while I donned a bright red sweatshirt in support of Wisconsin.
The bar was kinda full for a Friday afternoon with about twenty or thirty people there to watch the Hawkeyes. I had to sit and watch everyone else cheer as Iowa won their game with late comeback. When Wisconsin played the following game, I think I was the only one in the place rooting for them. The Vodka Cranberries made me bold and I was a little over the top with my cheering, drawing groans from everyone else, who was still celebrating their victory.
At halftime when I went up to get a round of drinks, Gary the bartender said the drinks were on the House, but made a bet with me that if the Badgers lost, I would have to take off my ugly losing sweatshirt. When I was hesitant to respond, he asked if I was afraid. I agreed, but told him I’d just turn it inside out to hide the Badger logo.
Luck wasn’t on my side as Wisconsin ended up getting beat pretty bad, much to the delight of everyone else in the bar, who all seemed to be türkçe bahis aware of our bet. The game wasn’t even over when a bunch of younger guys at the table next to us started chanting, “Take it off! Take it off!”
I was a little embarrassed, but pulled the red sweatshirt over my head, revealing my white bra and modest breasts to catcalls and jeers from everyone. As I was turning it inside out, Jan snatched it out of my hands and tossed it to the table of drunken rowdy guys, leaving me standing there in my bra and jean shorts.
I made a feeble attempt to get my top back, but the guys were just tossing it back and forth playing keep away. When I tried to jump up to intercept it, I could feel my shorts falling off, so I quickly gave up the fight as I returned to our table trying to hold my pants up. Katie was laughing at me when she got a glimpse of the Bucky Badger undies I had on that I bought at Mall of America. She whispered in my ear that she was wearing her Hawkeye panties too. She gave me a mischievous smile and suggested that we put on a little table dance for everyone and show our teams support.
If anything, I liked the idea of having someone else to take the attention away from me, so I reluctantly agreed and followed Katie by climbing up on the table. She immediately took off her Iowa top and flung it around tossing it out to the raucous crowd. She followed up by stripping down to her black bra and panties, garnering even more cheers, before turning around and shaking her nice round ass with the giant güvenilir bahis siteleri gold Hawkeye logo.
There was no way I could match that, but I shimmied out of my shorts unveiling my skimpy white undies covered with pink Bucky Badgers. I was right. I got booed as I was losing the sexy playful college showdown.
Not satisfied with two somewhat good looking women getting half-naked for them, the crowd began to chant again, “Show Your Tits! Show Your Tits!” I was wary of doing anything further in public, but Katie thrives on the attention and took off her bra, showing off her nice tan line and luscious slightly saggy tits. Needless to say, the crowd erupted again, as well as a slew of iPhones appearing to take it all in.
Katie was covering up a bit, playfully teasing everyone, but I had no intention of going any further. I realize I already have nude photos all over the internet, but I really didn’t feel like adding to the collection. Before I could even get a chance to consider it, Jan reached up and yanked my panties off, leaving me exposed as I stood there bottomless trying to cover up.
The cheers weren’t quite as loud as the fun was taking on a more humiliating tone. As embarrassing as it was at the shock of being stripped in front of a large crowd, I was incredibly turned on. However, I did end the show prematurely, running to the rest room for cover. Katie showed up right behind me, giggling like a schoolgirl at the surprise show.
Jan & Laurie brought our clothes, with the exception of my panties. When I asked where they were, they both just played dumb and shrugged their shoulders, as we got dressed anyway.
On our way out, I saw my panties hanging on the wall behind the bar like some great trophy, as we were treated to another chant of “Let’s Go Hawkeyes!”
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