Backyard Supper

You follow Tibby into the closet to find that she has already taken off her top. Her hands are in the middle of pulling off her shorts, right around her knees. You walk up behind her so that your hips bump into hers. "The next time I see you like this, I'm going to make use of this position. But not today."

She just backs up further into you and grinds her butt into your crotch. "Promises. Promises. I'll hold you to that." She continues to push down her shorts to her ankles. As she steps out of them, first one hip and then the other raises against you. As she stands up, you raise your hands too so that they cup each breast. "So, what should I wear? Oh, and I'll have to do my makeup too!"

At that, you kiss her neck. "I forbid you to change your makeup. It looks cute the way it is. Although before we leave, you might need to replace the lipstick I'm going to kiss off your face." You then turn her around to face you. You put one hand on either side of her head and pull her in for a big smooch.

Then you push her face back and tilt it up so that you are looking into her eyes. "You are going to look fine. Dress casually. No skirts. We're just going to be in the back yard for supper."

"No skirts? But I've got to be all dressed up to meet your parents!" She tries to pull back as she says this, but you don't let her get very far.

Instead, you pull her towards you more. You tell her, "No" ... kiss... "skirts" .... kiss... as you punctuate each word with a kiss. "Your owner is responsible for what you wear. In fact, today I insist on approving your outfit before you leave the apartment. Don't worry, there will be other family occasions to dress up. But if they don't like today's outfit, you'll be able to blame me. Trust me?"

"Owner knows best. I guess. Just don't make me look sloppy, please."

"Sloppy! Do you think I look sloppy?"

"No. It's just my fear... Should I take my leggings off too or can they stay on?"

"Take them off. Then we can start with a clean foundation and build from there." As she removes her leggings, you definitely approve of her foundation garments! If you had to describe them you'd use words like little scraps of lace and silk. Black, of course. It might not be your favourite colour, but you find your hand reaching up and out as if to touch. Or point. That's as far as you get.

"Can I keep these on or do I have to take them off too?"

"Oh no. Those can stay on. I'll keep this mental picture all night. And then we might just have to rush back here so I can..." At this point you have to stop talking and close your eyes. You face the ceiling and cover your closed eyes with one hand. "Do you have any jeans? Those would be appropriate. Try on an outfit and let me know when you're ready for me to look."

"Stockings?"

"Barefoot in sandals. Or canvas sneakers if you have those."

"Why don't you go and sit down while I try to find something casual but nice?"

Your hand is already outstretched so you spin slowly reaching for the door frame. Of course you make sure that you graze your hand in the direction you last saw Tibby first. You must have been close to making contact given how quickly your wrist is grasped and she pushes your hand to the wall and then the edge of it.

She giggles. "Thought you didn't have time for touching today."

You remove the hand from your eyes and consider where to sit. You are really curious about how she has her side of the closet organized. When you looked before all you could see where sections of black and white on the hangers. Finally you decide that you'll sit in your desk chair and aim it so that you see the door of the closet, but not into the closet.

You hear hangars moving back and forth along the rod. Occasionally it sounds like one is put back which means it must have been pulled out. Finally she steps out of the closet with two hangars in her hands. Both have a pair of black jeans on them. You had sort of hoped for blue jeans, but not your black-and-white lapcat. You're not sure that you can tell them apart, but she obviously can.

As she asks a question, she hold one and then the other in front of her waist. "So, which pair do you prefer?"

"Come here, pet. I want to feel them."

Tibby raises an eyebrow as she walks over. She's swinging her hips widely so she must want your attention.

As she comes closer, you open your knees wider to encourage her to stand between them. She takes the hint. She looks surprised when you reach out your hand and feel the fabric on both pairs of jeans, ensuring that you pinch down on it too. When you have tried both, you firmly hold the one you want. "This pair. It's thinner which will be better in the heat. Why don't I hold these, while you go put the others away?"

Tibby hands you the chosen pair and turns around to walk back to the closet. Of course, she wiggles her butt before she moves. She swings her hips back to the closet and winks at you as she turns to enter the closet. A few seconds later, she pops her head out the door. "Do you want me to model those jeans for you?"

"Of course I do!" Again Tibby swings her hips. She reaches for the jeans before she gets to you. Oh no, none of that. You have a better idea! "You know how everyone sits down to put on jeans? Well, why don't you sit here?" You pat your lap as you say it.

This time she steps closer before taking the jeans. She turns around. Next she flips the jeans open. As she's concentrating on the jeans, her hips angle so that her backside moves a bit closer to you. Not in your face close, just tantalizingly reachable. Some other day. You'll have to keep this in mind for the future, especially since you don't think Tibby did that on purpose and you definitely want to surprise her by squeezing that juicy peach. Oh, it would be even better in peach panties, not that you don't like the little black lace ones she's wearing now.

You're glad you asked her to do this. You've never paid so much attention to anyone getting dressed. Tibby now sits down. She's perching on your legs so that her legs can stretch in front. She shakes the jeans out again. You can feel the energy of this motion move up your legs and into your core.

Then she lifts her left leg and bends forward at the same time. Suddenly the chair swivels to the right. You grab her hips and hold on so that she doesn't fall. Her movements send the **** into your legs which transfers to the chair. The movement of the chair destabilizes Tibby which sends her torso forward even more. The centrifugal **** of that adds to the spin and so does the inertia when you pull her towards your body.

"Wow. That was exciting. Who knew trying on pants could be so much fun?"