The clothing thing was something we had in common. We both wore stuff not because we wanted to or needed to, but because some people would react badly...if we didn't.During our tumble across the floor, my top had ridden up and my bare nipples were luxuriating in Jeff's soft fur. It was more than a bit erotic and I could feel them swelling in response. I knew Jeff was having a similar reaction, because I was straddling his groin. If I didn't pull away soon, Bargrave was going to find out entirely. I was dared to cycle with just the cheesecloth dress on, which I accepted, so I handed him my bikini and off he sped, leaving me in a state of undress, as one could clearly see I was nude under it, having said that, I was excited at the thoughts it generated.As I cycled I could clearly see my breasts and nipples through my unbuttoned front, they swayed, even in their firmness, and it sexually excited me, I was positive a damp patch would be where I was sitting on the seat, but I never gave any. He was always walking around in just his boxers, clearly liking to show off his muscular body. He had the personality to match - very cocky and self-centered. He would bring different girls over all the time and be making out with them right in the living room even if you were around, and then he'd bring them to his bedroom for what was usually ridiculously loud sex, even if you had told him you needed to get up early in the morning.It was never so bad that you felt like you had to move out,. “You’re in this now with your thieving little sweetheart, either that or you can abandon her. If it’s the former, wait here.” She called to a nearby waiter who had been alerted by the raised voices. “Double Scotch for the gentleman. On my tab.” She gave Aaron a strangely amused glance. “My advice - drink it. See you in twenty.”Aaron stared as her svelte, power-dressed form turned about and departed with brisk stiletto-clicks for the elevator, bag slung over her shoulder, carrying her own large.