Underneath she wore a sexy bra and panty both red and black shoes. Her legs are so smooth she never wears stockings. We ate dinner at a nice restauran... and then headed to the club. It was a bit smoky but a nice mixed crowd. Amy and I parted at the door and I found a place to sit near her. She played like she was in town on business and sat alone and ordered a drink. I was in the booth diagonally across from her giving me a perfect view without looking obvious. I sipped on my beer as I watched. “What are you wearing?” Lea asks with a chuckle.Kirstin had changed her outfit from her relaxed casuals - which are usually pajamas/short shorts/leggings with a crop-top or large t-shirt - to some thick, ugly jeans I didn’t even know she owned. Her face quickly formed into a frown before quickly subsiding, “Oh, ha, um I honestly don’t know. I’ve had these forever and decided to try them on.”The trio would take a seat at the table before digging into their home-cooked meals without much more. Nothing had ever looked this sexy before."Y-yeah," I stammered, losing my authoritative cool for a moment. I followed her out and directed her to the back door. My eyes never left her gorgeous young body.Once there, I had her stand and we went outside, both of us completely nude. I had heated up the hot tub earlier because I knew this is one place I wanted to take her tonight. The cool Fall air was “nipply” as I like to say, but the heat emanating from the hot tub mixed with the fall temps felt. But Marty’s words were worming their way into her head, combining with the arousal that still hadn’t left her. She couldn’t deny it, his offer held some appeal. She would never be stressed ... she’d never be lonely.“Marty, please...” she repeated through gritted teeth.“Shhh,” he said, holding up a finger to her mouth. She almost gagged at the smell of his yellowed fingernail, but forced herself to hold it back. “All I need to do is say it and you’ll be mine, sweet girl. You’ll be who you were.