I didn't really believe that J would show for the party, but he seemed well up for a bit of fun showing off his very athletic physique for the girls! I suppose 22 years in the army does that to you...............makes you very fit, very confident and in control in any situation!
J arrived at my house about 3 hours before the big event, I'd spent all day preparing, cooking, sorting drinks, getting the house ready, and preparing a meal for us, as he was driving straight from work, which means a 2 hour drive to reach my house. It was good to see him, we'd not met up for ages, he was as cheeky and flirty as ever, but I just put that down to J being J.
After our early dinner, I suggested he use the dining room as his changing area, as the girls would be arriving soon. He asked to try everything on to check the fit, and would I give my advice? Well, the thought of being alone with J, and him wearing things that would only just cover his modesty left me in a bit of a spin. I mean, he was my flirty married friend, I wasn't sure I really wanted to see more of him than usual, it wouldn't be right, would it? As a model, well, that would be different, but all alone? I agreed, although I really didn't know how I could look without being to intimate.
J tried on a couple of thongs, and my God, did he look amazing in the flesh! Toned, althletic body, lightly tanned from a recent holiday. He was playing with me, holding my gaze with his, flashing his wide, cheeky grin, and using that intense stare to dare me to look at the rest of him. I couldn't resist, my eyes wandered off on their own, travelling down his neck, and onto his chest, broad and well defined. My treacherous gaze travelled further still, I wanted to be good, he was my friend, but I couldn't tear myself away, I glanced down to the thong he was wearing, I could feel his eyes on me, confused and embarrassed, I tried to look up again, only to find him smiling at me in a very teasing way. Then I knew, he liked me looking at him!
I tried to conver my confusion by busying myself with the final preparations, whilst J got dressed again. I couldn't really understand the mixed signals he was giving, but I didn't have the time to think about it just now. Soon the first guests arrived, J was charm himself, collecting coats, helping me fix drinks, showing the girls items from the rail of lingerie and dressing up outfits. Waching J with my friends, I realised that he was just a natural born flirt, and that what had happened earlier was just that, it wasn't anything special, just J being J. With that thought, I managed to compose myself and run the party.
There were loads of guests, all eager to see our new lines and toys. We played some wild party games, J joined in before heading off to get ready. By this time the girls were getting quite rowdy, they whooped in delight as J paraded around in one outfit after another. He loved all the attention, letting them rub their hands along his body, pinching his taut arse, some even fondling him quite openly, causing him to wink and grin at me over their heads. I realised I felt a small pang of jealousy, but I quickly corrected myself, he was my friend, right? Nothing more, and anyway, there was no way he would fancy me.
We all got steadily drunk, I'd baked some hash brow
