She is Brazilian, dark skinned with the classic Latino look. A little reminiscent of Sophia Vergara but not as voluptuous. Her breasts are firm and her nipples strain against the fabric of her top. Seeming never ready to subside. Her partner is plumper and blond and appears a lot less interesting, certainly less good looking. Sarcastic, intelligent and witty, but you can see me wince at some of her comments.
The Brazilians name is Luciana, but we all call her Lucy, or sometimes Lucky.
It's evening, the day has been dry and baking hot and the cool air is light and pleasant on our skins. The house makes gentle ticking and creaking sounds as it cools. Just audible above the gentle sounds of Emmylou Harris' Red Dirt girl, gently oozing from the stereo like honey for the ears. Like sugar for the soul.
He is thin and lean, intelligent and hungry. He loves taking risks and is wealthy and a little arrogant. We'll call him Eric. He is temporarily in town and he has his new woman at his side. She is a high powered executive, thin, a brunette. She's pretty flat chested, but good enough looking all the same.
She basks in his attention and hangs on his words. They hold each others hands, or put a hand on each others legs all the time. In contact with each other all the time like the new lovers that they are.
We have arranged the dinner, the theme is for the men to wear Full Tuxedos and then Bikinis for the women. Most have chosen to cover slightly more with a thin floral or other pretty sarong draped across their bodies.
The veiled bodies and bikinis somehow making the women sexier and a little more alluring and mysterious.
You are wearing a new Suede bikini, pulled tight across your breasts, enhancing your cleavage. The fabric feels like warm skin against your breasts and your pussy. The feeling is like someone stroking you very very softly and slowly and you can't help but start to feel slightly aroused.
Covering your bikini is just the see-through silver mesh shirt. You've deemed it long enough and sufficient cover. The truth is that the twin curves of your cute ass dip delightfully below the shirt when you walk.
When you move and the fabric shimmers, the bountiful curve of your breasts and cleavage are tantalising beneath the fabric.
You catch the men and the women stealing a glance here and there, and as the wine flows those glances linger more and more.
Your makeup is immaculate and your lips are full and red.
We have decided to roll a joint and share it somewhat early. To help everyone relax and let their hair down. You have rolled a good, phat joint and nobody balks as it is passed around.
The guests begin to visibly relax. The conversation flows and there isn't a dull moment.
You have recently cut my hair, my tuxedo fits and suits me well. I still have a tan from a recent holiday and you feel my love and my attention radiating just for you.
We are continuously in contact. My hand strokes the hair away from your neck, you hold my leg as we sit next to each other. We stop to kiss as we walk past each other.
As the evening progresses, we are naughtier with our contact, my hand caresses your ass, enjoying the feeling of the Suede across your cheeks. Your hand strays across my crotch and you scrape the head of my cock with a fingernail so that you can see me twitch and harden there. I cup your breast as I kiss you in the kitchen while we fetch the food and distribute it.
Lucky's partner, has become increasingly affectionate with Lucky and pulls her outside. You call my attention to them kissing passionately outside and we watch as Kate runs her hands over Lucky's body. Under her sarong, under her bikini and then very obviously tweaking her already hard nipples.
Kelly, Erics' partner has her hand inside of his shirt. He has removed his jacket and unbuttoned the shirt. The bowtie discarded long ago. Her hand caresses him beneath the fabric.
