"Yeah, well, he’s hung like a mule. I’ll let him play whatever games he wants." Gwen says. She’s still standing outside the jacuzzi when the sliding glass door opens and Jim steps out onto the patio. He’s wearing a worn pair of Levi’s and a black t-shirt, both probably a size smaller than would be totally comfortable, but accentuating his biceps, shoulders and thighs.

"This must be your friend," he says. "She’s hot."

"That’s Sandy," Gwen says, going over to Jim and reaching under his shirt. "She didn’t believe me when I was telling her you were coming over here."

Jim laughs. It’s a deep-toned, almost pirate laugh. Instead of responding verbally, he unties Gwen’s bikini top and throws it off to the side, and begins to suck on her nipples. She coos with pleasure and rubs the swell of his crotch through the jeans.

She took my hand and helped me stand where she faced me and again kissed my lips, this time slipping the thin straps off my shoulders and letting me dress fall to the floor.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, beautiful," she cooed as she cupped my breasts lightly, moving her palms over my hard nipples lightly. They felt like they were were going to explode in her hands.

"What about the waiter," I whispered. "Relax and let me make love to you tonight," she said with her lips just inches from mine. I guess she had her answer when she looked in my eyes. She leaned over and her lips found my neck. She kissed me lightly all over my neck as my head fell backwards and my breasts were being massaged by her strong hands. Finally, she stood up straight and reached behind her. I heard her unzip her dress and let it fall to the floor, joining my own at our feet.

Tom took my hesitation the wrong way, thinking I was done. It sounded like I had answered him affirmatively. He leaned in closer to me, pressing his lips to mine. I was shocked, confused, and also realized that his kiss felt good. I returned his kiss. We broke off after a bit, then he took my head in his hands and kissed me again, harder.

My lips parted as his tongue pushed its way into my mouth. I was enjoying this. He was a great kisser, plus I had grown so very fond of him. Maybe more than fond. I felt my tongue find its way into Tom's mouth without my realizing I was doing it. I was turned on, and enjoying this a lot. My hand went to Tom's shirt, feeling his firm, hard, chest. Tom was a well-built man. There was a gym in our building which Tom used every day. A former college athlete, physical fitness was still a priority of his, and it showed.

Clara walked slowly over to grab it, wondering if this might be her chance. As she walked to the door, she was disappointed until she heard Miss Johns' voice say, "Um, Clara?"

Hiding a smile, Clara turned around and asked, "Yes?" in as innocent a voice as she could muster.

"Why don't we keep...this...whatever you saw...just a secret, OK? It would look a bit bad if someone found out," Julie said, nervously laughing.

Clara's heart pounded, but she tried to act nonchalant. "Well...I mean...sure...of course."

"Oh, thank God," Julie said, "that's so—"

"Well, on one condition," Clara interrupted.

I feel as though it is calling me, begging to be kissed, licked and made to cum. Its cinnamon color is so sexy in contrast to your ass cheeks.

I pass up my chance to dive right in to your ass and instead keep working my way along the dividing line of your panties. As I am working my way down, the sweet aroma of your juices grabs hold of my nose. Nibble & lick, nibble & lick, I work my way down to a very wet spot in your thong. My god you are so wet right now Tiff, your panties have soaked through and look as though they are about to drip. Not wanting to hesitate, I keep kissing along your panty line but now my licks begin to get a little longer.