When I got there, I did just as I'd said I would to Lucy – telling Robyn that her mother had come home early "in some kind of state, I tell you!", and wanted her to get home*RIGHT NOW* – it was*important*. Robyn got a real serious look on her face, quickly collected her things, and rushed home – fortunately before I started laughing at the trick I'd played on her.
I took my time going back to my apartment, and as I was getting close to the front door, Robyn came rushing out, ran up to me and hit me on the arm, saying "You*RAT*! That was a*terrible* thing to do to me!"; about that time, her mother came out (dressed in a light blouse and walking shorts – nice!) and started laughing. I couldn't help it, and started laughing along with her, and a bit later, Robyn joined in with us.
After we'd calmed down a bit, Lucy told Robyn that I'd offered to take them out to dinner to celebrate, and asking if she wanted to go with her to get her hair done and pick out something new to wear for the occasion.
Robyn quickly agreed, and turned to me, saying "I'm sorry for hitting you, but that was mean!". I couldn't help but start to chuckle again, and told her that her mother had agreed to it – earning her mother a dirty look, which she accepted in good humor. Robyn then rubbed my arm where she'd hit me, apologized again, and started back toward her mother, who said that they'd better get going if they were going to get back in time. I told Lucy that I'd take care of the restaurant, she acknowledged it, and I heading into my apartment as they went into theirs. I quickly called my favorite restaurant (I was known there), and managed to get us reservations for 7:00. I went over to let Lucy and Robyn know when the reservations were for, and caught them just as they were heading out the door to go shopping. I let them know when our table was reserved, and when I'd pick them up before telling them I'd see them later as they headed for their car.
Once back in my apartment, I checked my best summerweight suit, and decided that it could use a pressing; and after looking at myself in the mirror, that I could use a haircut, too, for the occasion. With that decided, I grabbed the suit and went out to my car, I knew where there was a cleaners near where I went for haircuts, and dropped the suit off with the request that it be pressed and ready to go in about an hour. It cost me a little extra, but I agreed, and went over to get my haircut. A little over an hour later, I was able to pick up my suit before going home.
I knew that I had plenty of time to get ready, so finished up a little code I'd been working on, and got it all saved. When the time came, I went in and took a quick shower, shaved (again), and got dressed, being extra careful to select one of my best ties to go along with the suit. Finally dressed a couple minutes early, I went over to see if Lucy and Robyn were ready. When I knocked at the door, Robyn answered it, but only by opening the door as far as the chain, which surprised me. She said that she and her mother were both ready, but that they wanted to surprise me, so she said that I should wait until I heard them call out before coming in. I was a little amused, and readily agreed. She closed the door, reminded me to wait, and I heard the door chain as she took it off. A few seconds later, I heard a faint "Okay – come on in!", and opened the door.
They weren't in the living room, so I figured that they must be back in one or the other of their bedrooms, and faced the hallway, telling them I was ready. I quickly found out, though, that I*wasn't* ready – at least, not for the two lovelies that came out to greet me. Robyn led the way, wearing a simple spaghetti-strap dress that came down to just above her knees, making her look a young 18. It was an off shade of white that served to accentuate both her coloration and tan, and was snug enough to let folks know that she was definitely female. She had her hair done up in one of those short braided-ponytail styles, which served to accentuate the slender gracefulness of her neck. She was only slightly made up just enough to highlight her naturally-clear skin and complexion.
What followed, though, was almost enough to put my jaw on the floor – Lucy, dressed in a tight black strapless/sleeveless dress that hugged every curve she had as it flowed down to just below her ass, where it loosened up enough to make a skirt that went on down to her ankles. It was slightly scooped down in the front, revealing a nice bit of cleavage enough to look sexy without being trashy. Her hair was simply done trimmed back a little, and combed and brushed until it gleamed like gold cascading down her back.
She, too, had shown remarkable constraint in her use of cosmetics, adding only some blusher to her cheekbones, eyeliner, and a touch of pale red lipstick.
While I was standing there, enjoying the view (not a bra strap or panty line to be found!), they finished coming into the living room, separated a little, and each turned in a little circle for me, so that I could get the whole effect: Robyn's dress hugging her cute little ass; and Lucy's revealing that it was virtually backless, and how the color and texture of her hair next to it combined to make a singularly erotic and sensual sight.
At first, all I could do was just stand there; finally getting out a guttural "Whoooooooah!", making both of them grin at me as I stood there looking like an idiot. It was Lucy that asked me how they looked; I collected my thoughts, and said "You two" – with deep conviction – "look like why the riot started.", making them both smile broadly, and Robyn to pipe up with "Well, it's nice to know we're having the desired effect!". I assured them that if the desired effect was to have every man in viewing distance ready to start humping the furniture, it was working – quite well, thank you. That brought me another pair of smiles, and Lucy asked me if I was ready to go out, or if I wanted to just stand there looking at them for the rest of the night. When I answered her by starting "Well, if I really have a choice…" when she stopped me by laughing and saying "This time, no choice. Maybe next time!". I submitted to that, went over to them, and offered each of them an arm, which they took. Robyn looked me over and said "You look pretty good yourself, there, big boy…", making her mother laugh and nod her agreement. I escorted them outside, and after Lucy had locked the door, led them over to my Volvo 850, holding the doors open for both of them before coming around, getting in, and getting us on the way to the restaurant.
Once in the car and moving, I was pleased to notice that they had both put on the same perfume – not only because having them both wearing the same perfume meant no conflicting scents, but because it was very nice: faint, slightly floral with a vague hint of musk, and no 'sharpness' to it.