Seafair in Seattle is a time that all the nice folks parade in front of my house, mostly in skimpy clothes, ready to have a memorable experience.
I enjoy watching the lovely young ladies strut past, they know they are on parade, and most love it, especially when the guy they are with, Lover or Daddy, notice how I am looking at their 'precious little girl'.
That's usually as intimate as we get, but sometimes, not every year, but once in a while, a lady or two enjoy my watching, and they will stop to inquire the easiest way to the hydroplane pits, lingering, enjoying their 'on time', and I like to give them the best '15minutes of fame', I can.
Since I will never see most of these gals again, I try to burn their image into my memories, as I enjoy seeing beauty, as much as some folks enjoy licking an ice cream cone, and I guess that sometimes comes across, as I speak with a really attractive woman.
These two ladies, possibly in their early 20's, seemed to react favorably to my admiring them, they stayed to chat about several things, one remarking how interesting it must be, sitting in my lawn swing, watching all the people parade past.
I told them that viewing lovely females is my pastime, and how my senses cross, so that when admiring someone like her, I can almost taste her.
That is, my mind produces a 'taste', that corresponds with how lovely my mind thinks she is.
This intrigued them, and they asked questions about how this process works, and soon, they shared my swing, one on either side of me, as I would point out a handsome young male, for them to admire, and consider how they felt as they viewed his form, his muscles, how they worked over each other, how he would feel, how firm, what his scent might be, as they aroused his body against theirs, and it became a game between us, each would point out a handsome specimen, the others would comment on how that person made us feel, we were having a great time, we noticed the races had started, but our game was much too enjoyable to interrupt.
I would provide refreshments whenever we felt thirsty, and when we ran out of wine, we started on fruit, and the dark haired girl, Petri ("like the dish", she said), erotically stripped half the peel off a large plum with her teeth, and slowly ran it over my near breast, watching it's juices glisten on my skin, and the other gal, Jules ("like an emerald", Petri told me, "cool, dark, delicious"), slowly leaned forward to see, placing her hand on the back of the swing for balance, she slowly moved closer, almost as if she were mesmerized by the glistening juices, her tongue touched the juice?covered nipple, I felt the vibration as she moaned, as her mouth covered my nipple, sucked once, then very erotically, she licked the plum juices from my skin, giving me an instant erection, surprising the other two of us, we simply watched Jules as she resumed her seat.
As I realized I had straightened my back, to push my breast into her mouth, I leaned back, relaxed, and exhaled the breath I had been holding, and that's when Petri noticed my erection.
"I think he liked that", she said, looking pointedly at my tented shorts.
As Jules eyes followed Petri's line of sight, and mine followed Jules', I became embarrassed, as I had not noticed the erection, which was now almost painful in it's fullness.
My first reaction was to cover it, and my hand holding my fruit, loose grapes, moved rapidly for an inch or two, spilled several of the grapes, bouncing between Jules thighs, on my right, some between my thighs.
Jules hand instantly darted to stop the grapes between my thighs, and her hand froze after touching me, but she did not withdraw her hand, instead, she slowly settled her hand on my lower thigh, near my knee.
Petri giggled, scooted her butt to the side, leaned down, and tongued one grape after another, into her mouth, I heard myself moan as her forehead pushed my erection as she snared the last grape into her hot mouth, leaving damp tongue marks on both my thighs.