I'm not much of a party guy, but everyone said it was supposed to be a great party. Okay, why not. John was a friend of mine, and he always seemed to attract more than his share of hot looking women.
Maybe a dozen people were at John's house that night, but all the women were good looking. I did not regret taking time to stop by. Most of the people were down by the pool, and I got a drink from the bar up on the deck and headed that way too.
John's girl friend, Sherry, stopped me on the way "Hey, you can't go swimming like that. Get those clothes off!"
She was wearing a skimpy, light-blue bikini that I couldn't look at without starting to drool. I was just about to retort with something like, "Well, I will if you will," which I figured would get laughed off at the same time it so accurately reflected my lust to see the rest of her body.
Before I had a chance, she continued, "There's extra bathing suits in the dressing room by the pool if you're shy."
That stopped me for a moment. "If I was shy?" Not exactly, but if I wasn't mistaken, that was an even better innuendo than the one I had planned. Nudeness would have been nice, but I wasn't certain that it was the uniform of the day, or the evening either. Since the other guests around the pool were in swim wear, I picked out a suit in the dressing room and joined them.
The drinks flowed freely, the conversations rolled along, and I was having a good time. I noticed some of the guests had paired up, and a few of the women had shed their tops. My cock started to notice too, so I tried to keep my eyes away from the display of bouncing charms and concentrate on being suave and casual about the nudity.
I decided a swim in the pool would help cool me off a bit. Swimming under water from the deep end towards the shallow end, I bumped into someone which startled me into surfacing.
"Oh, hi Sherry. Sorry about running into you. I wasn't watching where I was going."
"No problem. Here, have a drink and talk with me a bit."
She was standing in the pool, but had a drink in her hand. As I stood up, she waved to someone at the bar. By the time I was finished spluttering around, wiping the water from my face, and catching my breath, she had an extra drink waiting.
Sherry was a lot of fun to talk with and the time and the drinks went quickly as we leaned against the side of the pool. In no time, she waved at the bar again. Mike brought over a couple of fresh drinks and sat down on the edge of the pool by Sherry with his own drink and joined the conversation.
The rest of the party had definitely gotten a lot looser. Almost all the women were topless, and a few of the guests had shed their suits completely. Several couples were engaged in closer encounters, too, but I tried not to watch for fear of getting too aroused.
While we talked, Mike casually rested his hand on Sherry's shoulder then slowly began to rub. He pushed down the strap of her bikini and rubbed over her shoulders, and she turned to face me and let him rub her back more directly. We continued to talk our jobs, but I was losing interest in that topic. Mike had slipped the other shoulder strap down her arm and was now using both hands to alternately rub and massage her back and neck.
Occasionally, his hands would sweep across her upper chest below her shoulders. Finally he took his hands off her shoulders and unfastened the back of her bikini top and laid it aside on the deck around the pool.
She stretched her arms up to help him and said, "Ah, that's better, Mike. Thanks."
I was transfixed by the sight of her beautiful breasts. Having been surreptitiously watching her chest all night, the reality of her revealed flesh was even more attractive than I had imagined. For a moment I was speechless, but she continued on nonchalantly with the conversation.