The adult group met weekly to have 'stimulating discussions of topics of interest' as defined by those who attended. A dozen or so people would sit around and ask each other questions, which as the host or hostess would remind them should be 'interesting' and that the person had a choice when answering: not answer, lie or tell the truth. Usually the questions centered on relationships and sex.
This evening's group was a mix of new and old participants. Casually dressed and some sat on pillows on the floor, others on the small sofa, and a few in low slung beach chairs in a cozy living room of a two story townhouse condo. Behind the host were a faux fireplace and an open door onto a wooden deck overlooking a private walled courtyard, the centerpiece was a hot tub. Shoes were all piled up by the front door, bare feet tucked under butts or rubbing nervously on the area rug.
The hosts, Kent and Nan, were a portly couple in their late forties whose most obvious passion was eating. They sat across the room from each other in low overstuffed upholstered armchairs, guiding and encouraging the Q&A. Their oversized bodies loosely clothed in soft cotton peasant clothes recently bought at a Native American adventure in northern Guatemala. The loose tunic tops were decorated with Aztec designs in muted browns. The fabric was thin enough to see the size and shape of Nan's nipples and the dark shadow between her legs. The soft pants had elastic waistbands and barely reached mid calf. Nan wore a pair of soft leather-fringed Indian anklets with small bells attached that jingled when she walked.
A thirty-something couple who lived together sat on straight backed upholstered dining chairs at either side of the hostess, who was their mutual connection and source of the beginning of their relationship. Tim was dressed in casual business slacks and a polo shirt that showed off the results of his regular workouts. His lover, Karen, wore a one piece button-front cotton dress out of Lands End catalog that hid more of her athletic curves than it revealed, but it was unbuttoned above mid thigh and showed off most of her shapely legs which were stretched out in front of her, her ankles crossed. One bare foot casually brushed the hostess's closest foot then retreated as if she were testing the temperature of the water.
Two male newcomers sat quietly at opposite ends of the sofa observing the interaction of the two girls who had walked in together holding hands, but sat on low folding chairs at either side of the host like sensual bookends. One frequent visitor, a Goth chick about 25 with a pink spike in her died black hair sat between the two new guys. She wore rainbow-striped knee-high socks, a cotton black wrap-around skirt and long sleeved tee shirt. Her feet were pulled tightly against her butt. Her skirt had bunched up at her waist and the backs of her legs were exposed. A series of pale red lines were visible across the backs of her thighs.
The conversation had slowed after general introductions and questions about the week's events.
"So, Lucille," the hostess addressed the Goth chick. "We haven't seen you in a few weeks, what have you been up to?"
The girl squirmed a bit, wrapped her hands around her toes and pulled her knees tightly against her chest, "Camping."
The host laughed and pulled his arms tightly around the two girls on either side, one slender, one curvy. "We would like to hear more about your camping trip. Where did you go? What did you do? Who did you go camping with?" he prompted her.
Lucille cleared her throat glanced around and focused her attention on the female half of the couple sitting beside the hostess. The athletic woman had a mane of light brown hair and bright tiger-brown eyes. She had one leg casually crossed like a man with her ankle on her knee, her loose fitting dress exposed most of one leg and Lucille had slid down to see if she could catch a glimpse of anything exciting. She straightened up a bit and answered. "Like Colonel, there," she paused and made a mock salute to the other woman, "I like to be outdoors, so whenever I get a few days I like to go hiking. My room mate and I went up into the North Georgia mountains near the Carolinas and spent ten days backpacking. It was, well, interesting for sure."
Karen, shook her head. "Lucille, my last name is Kern. My lover," she reached around the ample bosom of her hostess and patted her man on his thigh, "calls me Kernel, with a K, a crude reference to his description of my clit which he says looks like a piece of candy corn when I'm aroused. I think you've mistaken it for the military rank spelled differently but which sounds the same." She moved her hand from her boyfriend's thigh, brushed it firmly across the hostess's full chest, then winked and smiled at the Goth. "Are you a military brat?"
Goth nodded affirmatively and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I guess maybe I was projecting." She lowered her hands and let her legs fall open cradled in her arms, the bare knees brushing the thighs of the guys on either side of her. She smiled when Karen's glance dropped to the gap between her legs. She thrust out her chest and her soft black tee shirt showed half-erect nipples protruding atop her compact breasts. She looked directly at Karen and pursed her lips in a kiss. "I grew up following orders," she teased and immediately snapped her legs back together.
The host nodded at his wife who leaned down and whispered something in Karen's ear. Karen nodded.
"Did you get to do any skinny dipping in the rivers and steams?" Karen asked with a grin. "I love getting naked in the woods," she teased.
"K is a landscape architect, folks, so I guess she gets to spend time in the woods a lot?" the host interjected with a belly laugh. "Gives a whole new meaning to her business card slogan of 'naturalist designs' doesn't it?"
Lucille's eyes lit up and she grinned and nodded her head. "We were naked for days," she replied. "Most of the time I didn't even wear shoes." She paused and her mind flashed back to the days in the wilderness. "It got pretty wild at times."
"I've hiked in those mountains, and it gets cold at night." One of the new guys said turning to look closer at the strange looking chick next to him and diverting his glance away from the shadow between the new girls' legs that he'd been staring at for some time.
The host interrupted with a smile. "Make that a question, Greg."
"So how did y'all stay warm?" Greg asked as he pulled his bare feet up against his butt to hide the swelling between his legs and held onto his toes, mimicking the Goth girl's pose.
"We only packed one sleeping bag," Lucille winked and lowered her eyes. "My room mate is really hot."
There was a sudden rise in the heat and sexual energy in the room. The two girls next to the host leaned close to him, pressing their soft breasts into his thighs but behind him they squeezed each other's hands. The two girls nodded in the direction of the new guy's crotch and the soft bulge between his legs. One licked her lips. The other shook her head and pouted.
Lucille looked right at Karen and asked, "You ever hike naked?"
"When I was younger..." Karen felt her face redden. "But the last time I got caught ..." her voice trailed off.
The hostess looked at her husband and smiled. "I think on that hot note, we'll take a short break for a chance to stretch your legs, and maybe think of some interesting questions to ask. The snacks and soft drinks are compliments of Tim and Karen tonight." She stood up, smoothed her thin gauze top over her large breasts and squeezed her half erect nipples, then tugged the hem down to mid thigh and wriggled her painted toes in the soft beige carpet. "If you go outside, please remember to take off your shoes when you come back in."
Tim and Karen talked quietly to the host for a few minutes, then Tim went out to his car and Karen stepped out onto the back deck to chat with the two new girls. The hostess went over to the two new guys and led them by the hand out back and down the wooden steps onto the small grassy area where they shared a joint sitting on the edge of the secluded hot tub. The host went into the kitchen and found Karen standing staring out the kitchen window.
"You okay?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around the girl from behind, pressed his hips into her taut behind and pulled her back against him. "You're a bit quiet tonight."
She grimaced but cuddled and rested her head on his large shoulder. "I'm a bit sore," she whispered. "My room mate has been a bitch lately," she let out a long slow breath. "Is Karen really that good at massage? Your wife told me I should ask her to 'do me'. Is that what she meant?"
Kent chuckled and wriggled his growing erection into the crevice of Lucille's taut butt. "Not really. She does have wonderful hands, though. She's the one who taught my wife how to give a decent hand job." In the thin pants, his almost fully erect cock was straining and leaving a wet spot.
"I really prefer the taste of a woman, but if I'm with a man, I love to give blow jobs. I just love the feel of a cock getting hard in my mouth." Lucille turned and found Karen staring at them. "It makes me hot thinking that I made it hard and could, well, either make them very happy or very unhappy." She smiled at Karen and winked as she dry humped the host then reached down and pushed his fully erect cock up flat against his round belly. "Give that to your wife," she said as she squeezed his cock then slapped at his balls and slipped out of his embrace.
