You walk to the closet but nothing seems really suitable. Looking through her drwaers you finally find the white bikini Jess bought for last summer in Barbados.
'And I think a pair of heels will go well with this' you say as you fling the bikini to her.
Her face is a picture. The car is parked out front - out front of the whole street.
'You've gota be joking' she says in amazement, fingering the skimpy outfit.
'A bet is a bet Jess' you say, and she nods glumly.
You watch as she pulls the tiny briefs up her long slender legs and fits them around her now damp and swollen pussy. Her lips are already visible through the material. As she fastens the top her nipples stick through the fabric, which stretches with the pressure of her breasts.
Filling the bucket with soapy water she heads for the door.
'Oh, just for info, I've rang the guys in the street.....wouldn't want them to miss a show' you mutter.
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