Just two months after moving in, we had a good idea of the mindsets in our naughty neighborhood. At our open house warming, ten new neighbors showed up for homemade snacks and some fun. We promised to expose something interesting. Sue chose a tiny white golf skirt and a small pale blue tube top to mask her small tits while I chose tan shorts and a red Polo. I hinted that her outfit was a concession that she wanted to expose herself to new people. She responded with a glare.

We mingled and chatted as we got to know the local quirks and assorted reputations. Despite trying to hide her drive to expose herself, she projected her modest, embarrassed side when complimented on her outfit — actually meaning her sexy, toned, and shapely legs as well as her four-pack abs. She wore the tiny skirt low enough to expose the tips of her hips, supposedly to hide her panties from constant exposure. The other women were in shorts or tea-length skirts and assorted revealing tops.

Her strained efforts to bend her clenched knees instead of bending at the waist were laughingly enticing — as though changing clothes were not an option. The frequent quick peeks under the tiny skirt drew male eyes and made the women point and form an accurate impression of how daring, yet conflicted Sue was about exposing herself. Seated men kept asking her to refresh drinks or snacks just so they could watch her loose skirt lift as it swirled and swayed.

An hour or so later, three men came through the open door. When Sue saw them, she ran to the tallest of them. “Ken! What are you doing here? How did you know?” She kissed him on the mouth, not briefly. He said he lived a few blocks away and saw the housewarming notice, with a subtle hint of something being exposed, so he came to see if it was the same floozy he knew from college. She was. Her arm around his shoulder, she called me over to introduce us. Ken said the other two were his brothers, Lee and Luke. No one commented on how high her skirt was on one side. Ken said he was surprised she married since she dated so casually in college. She slapped him and smiled. He said he had many sordid tales he could tell about her, and them. I so wanted to know more about her hidden past.

The three brothers found a sofa to sit and watch Sue’s active hostessing. Ken’s keen interest and goal showed in the bulge in his shorts. His brothers nearly drooled over Sue. Foreseeing problems, I had to decide whether to be protective of her or let her exert her need to stay fiercely independent regardless of the outcome. Experience told me to stay away unless she called for help. Since she seemed comfortable, even giddy, around Ken, I simply mingled with a watchful eye and flirted with some women.

There came a point when Sue stood between his feet, and he reached out for her skirt hem. I heard him say, “I wonder if you’re still wearing those fancy lace or net panties. Show us, Sue.” She laughed and shook her head. She tried to step back, but he gripped her skirt and pulled her closer. When she was between his thighs, he lifted her skirt to her waist and stared at her fully exposed panties. “Oh, you’re going with common cotton panties now. At least they still cling nicely to your well-defined camel toe.” Sue laughed, then slapped his hand, but not enough to dislodge it. Again, she tried to step away, but the brothers blocked her by holding her ass. “Hey boys, take a look at this camel toe as it swells. It’s a beaut.”