"Sorry if I'm a bit early. The others'll be here any minute won't they?" Ray asked Anja as she put the last of the starters into the fridge.
"Yes, but I've done everything I need to." Anja closed the fridge door and glanced round at him. She caught the look in his eye. "Or have you got something in mind?"
She walked across to him and clasped her hands behind his neck, resting her fore-arms on the shoulders of his suit.
"There's something..." He took her by the waist and pulled her to him, kissing her firmly as his hand slipped down the back of her purple silk dress, caressing her bum, and then sliding down to the hemline at her thighs. He slipped his hands under her skirt to stroke the lace tops of her black hold-ups, and her tongue played excitedly with his as she brushed her breasts against his chest and pressed her crotch against his thigh. His cock stirred, pressing against her stomach. He slipped one hand round to the front of her thigh and moved upwards, raising her skirt and stroking against the thin silk of her panties. "They feel nice."
"Yeah but let's get rid of them!"
Ray immediately hooked one thumb over the waist-strap of the thong but before he could even pull them off the doorbell rang. He let go.
Before long everyone had arrived, so that there were eight of them in all, and Ray offered to look after pouring drinks while Anja made polite conversation – work, friends, films, books, gossip. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and when she left the room briefly he nearly followed her, but she returned almost immediately, and came over to sit on the arm of his chair for a few minutes. He felt her arm move down by his side, and when she moved back to her usual place on the sofa he checked his pocket: inside was a small, silky fabric – her thong – which was slightly damp.
When they sat down to eat and Anja asked Ray to come out into the kitchen to help serve up the starter.
"I've been thinking about the avocado," she said, absentmindedly. "I've used an orange sauce, but maybe it needs something stronger." She reached to the chopping board, where a few unwanted slices of avocado waited to be thrown away. She picked up one soft slice in her right hand and squeezed it to a pulp between her fingers, while she hitched up her skirt with her left hand. She parted her legs to reveal her trimmed mound, and rubbed the pale fruit into her slit, working it around the edges of her pussy-lips, into the crack, and especially around her clit. "What do you think?"
Ray knelt eagerly and nibbled at her lips and up to her clit, while she tried to stifle her squeals.
"Eat up quickly!" she giggled. "I knew you'd like that." And when he stood, she added "Maybe I can have a dinner party where all my guests get to try some?"
"I'll eat as much as you can serve. You don't need other diners." The bulge in his trousers was blatantly obvious now, but she just brushed his crotch with her fingers, opened the fridge and took out the first two plates, and took them through.
All through the first course Ray kept thinking about one thing, and struggled to make conversation. Anja was equally less garrulous than usual, and was clearly similarly distracted, and when she cleared away the plates from the starter she asked ray to go and check on the carrots.
He went through to the kitchen, and opened the oven, where all of the vegetables were keeping warm. He heard Anja enter behind him. "The carrots are fine – what's the problem?"
