“Sure,” said Andrea. “You can buy back your bra. You've just got to negotiate a deal with the holder - in this case, Jeff.”
Julie turned and looked at me. “Well?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I am enjoying the view,” I told her. “But maybe we could work something out. How about this- you get up on this table, drop your panties and frig yourself for us.”
“No. No way. I’m not taking off my panties.”
“Ok then, still on this table, you stick one hand down your panties and with the other you rub your nipples.”
“I’ll rub my nipples, but not my pussy.”
“One hand on your nipples, the other rubbing your cunt through your panties.”
Julie sat silently for a moment, thinking about the deal. She really didn’t want to sit there topless any longer than she had to.
“For how long?” she asked.
“Till you cum.”
“No, it has to be a time limit.”
“Ok, then 5 minutes.”
“Two.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Done,” I said. “Hop up and lie down.” Julie climbed up on the table, sat down in the middle, and laid back. She bent and spread her knees. I could just see the outline of her plump pussy against her tight, white cotton panties.
“Who’s keeping time?” she asked.
“I’ll keep an eye on the clock,” Sharon offered.
“Ok, then tell me when to begin.”
“Ready, go!” Sharon shouted.
Julie started pinching and pulling her nipples, squeezing her breasts together. With her other hand she started rubbing her panty clad slit, lightly at first, then harder. I could see a wet spot forming in the crotch of her panties, and I could smell her excitement wafting up from between her legs. Her nipples stood at attention from all the pinching and pulling. Julie started pushing one finger into her pussy through her panties. She was breathing fast, and every now and then let out a moan.
Julie continued like this for 3 minutes, tugging on her tits and rubbing her pussy and clit. It seemed that she was getting close when Sharon finally called time. Julie lay there for a few seconds- it almost seemed like she was disappointed that it ended so soon. She sat up and looked around the table, a bright blush coming to her cheeks. Then she closed her legs and scooted off the table.
“Great show. Here’s your bra back,” I said, handing it to her. She took her bra and put it on.
Everyone returned to their spots, ready for the next hand.
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