'So you really think we owe our brain capacity to extraterrestrial interference?' Ursula asks, Herbert nods, he's once again riding his hobbyhorse.
'It must be,' he says, 'the discrepancy between our intellectual capacities and the rest of the animal world is so staggeringly huge, it can never be the result of normal evolution.'
'Hm,' Ursula grumbles, putting a finger to her lower lip, 'suppose I agree with you for once...'
'Yeah?' Herbert looks at her expectantly, with an amused smile on his lips. These discussions are characteristic of their get-togethers, are always very entertaining and usually end in the most hilarious battle to outdo each other. Astrid's husband Herbert and Leon's wife Ursula are evenly matched in that respect, but Leon and Astrid also like to contribute their bit.
It's an advantage, Astrid thinks to herself, that they're all in their forties now and no longer have children living at home. No endless teenage chatter about make-up and boys, or only talk about the little ones, but just being able to have intelligent, stimulating conversations, without interruption.
'Then I'm convinced those aliens made a huge mistake, back then.'
'Oh?'
'Yep, I suspect that the brains should not have ended up in humans, but in bonobos. Just imagine,' she continues dreamily, 'no more war, no more violence and power struggles, but instead a life full of endless group sex, good music and intelligent conversations, freedom and horniness for everyone...'
Now everyone at the table bursts out laughing, and Ursula looks around the table with a broad grin.
Astrid laughs heartily along, until suddenly her gaze tightens, she feels a touch under the table. She quickly relaxes, looks surreptitiously at her table companions, fortunately no one has noticed anything. Then she looks at Leon, sitting across from her, he gives her a sneaky wink while he continues to rub his foot along her ankle and up her calf.
Shivers caused by pleasure run down her spine, she licks her lips demonstratively, she knows that always makes him extremely excited. According to Leon, she has a particularly attractive cupid's bow, which he likes to suck on whenever he gets the chance. Especially the small protruding point in the middle of her upper lip. At first that statement made her rather self-conscious, as if there was something wrong with her mouth, but she knows better now, and makes sure, whenever they meet up with Leon and Ursula, to choose a lipstick that accentuates it.
'Delicious soup,' she murmurs, and is immediately joined in by the rest of the company. She takes another bite and sees to her satisfaction that Leon can't take his eyes off her lips. Then she pulls her foot back, she sees a disappointed look appear in his eyes for a moment, but when she has taken off one of her high heeled pumps and strokes her stockinged foot along his leg, into his trouser leg, she suddenly sees something completely different in his eyes: pure lust. This promises to be another extremely memorable dinner, she thinks with satisfaction.
'Say, Leon,' asks Astrid's husband, his gaze fixed on their companion across the table, 'how's your wrist doing? Are you almost able to play again?' They've known each other for three years now, through the tennis club, there had been a click immediately, between all four of them.
'Er, yes, going rather well,' answers Leon, 'hardly any more trouble, according to the doctor I'll be able to go back on the court next weekend. Shall we hit a ball together on Sunday?'
'Splendid idea, and great to hear,' Herbert responds, looking from Astrid to Ursula, 'maybe we can make it a mixed double?'
'As far as I'm concerned,' Ursula says immediately, 'I don't have anything else on the agenda.' That's a small miracle, Ursula is extremely sociable, has a whole string of friends and is out and about most of the time, while Leon, on the other hand, prefers to sit on the terrace by their swimming pool with just a beer and a book.
'I'm in,' Astrid also responds eagerly, 'looking forward to it!' She likes to play, especially in this line-up, and is very driven when it comes to sports. It shows, she's slim, muscular - but still feminine, fortunately - and has excellent physical condition. Which comes in handy in almost all aspects of life.
'Great,' Herbert calls out enthusiastically, putting an arm around his wife, 'we're going to kill them, darling!' Herbert may not be as good a player as his wife, but he is certainly not an undeserving tennis player and at least as fanatical.
'Oh, but I'm playing with Leon,' she smiles, while she pushes her foot a little higher up Leon's trouser leg, she sees that it has the desired effect, his beautiful dark gray eyes with the full black lashes become a shade darker.
'Fine by me,' laughs Herbert.
The four friends regularly go out to eat together, try out new - preferably exotic - restaurants, today it's Vietnamese, and sometimes they visit a bar or nightclub.
Both ladies are left-handed, which is why they usually sit in this constellation: each on a left side, with one of the men opposite them. It doesn't really matter to Astrid whether Leon sits next to or opposite her, both offer their own possibilities and advantages.
Today she had very cleverly made sure - practice makes perfect - to sit opposite him, because that's what she dressed for, her cleavage is definitely not extremely revealing, but enough to regularly catch Leon's eye, especially when she leans forward to ask him something. It's a fun game, every time, especially when he ends up at a loss of words. Not that her victim doesn't give as good as he gets, he is at least as adept at embarrassing her.
'Shit,' Leon suddenly grumbles, he must have dropped his napkin, and dives under the table. Astrid stiffens, she feels him caress her ankle and then lift her foot and push it into his crotch as he sits back down.
'Mmm,' he groans, while he takes another mouthful of soup, 'indeed Astrid, delicious!'
She almost chokes.
A moment later the waiter comes by to clear the table, now they have to wait for the main course.
'Um, I have to retreat for a moment,' Astrid says apologetically, she has now put her shoe back on her foot and stands up.
As she walks towards the bathrooms, Leon looks at her with appreciation. The confidence with which she moves, so sexy. And that mesmerizing swaying ass! It amazes him every time that despite being so athletic and so tight, she still has those beautiful feminine shapes, those nice buttocks, her perky breasts, which fit perfectly in his hands, the perfect size. Yes, she is a particularly delicious woman. He feels movement in his crotch, indeed, particularly delicious.
'Uhm, I think I'll go that way too now that we have to wait for the next course.'
Ursula and Herbert barely react to the announcement, they are now deeply involved in a new discussion, this time about politics.
***
'I was just starting to wonder,' Astrid mumbles, as she grabs Leon by the collar of his polo shirt and playfully bites his earlobe, if you'd ever show up.'
'Not even a little bit impatient, huh?' he responds with a grin as he pushes her in front of him, away from the bathrooms. 'Did you-'
'Yeah, the alleyway back there, door at the end of the hall.' She grabs his hand and pulls him along impatiently. They don't have much time, so she plans to make every minute count.
When they reach the door, which is thankfully unlocked, he quickly pushes her out, closes it behind him and pushes her against it.
'Panties down,' he growls, lifting her short skirt.
'Mmm,' she groans, 'nice and bossy.' She hooks her thumbs into the elastic band of her thong and slides the black lace piece of fabric down, leaving it hanging around her ankles.
'Fuck,' Leon mumbles, 'that's sexy.' She's wearing thigh-highs with her heels, the view is to die for.
Then he puts one hand on the back of her neck, and as he pulls her against him, he grabs her buttocks with his other hand. Their lips meet and for a while they are engaged in a heated French kiss, tongues dancing, moans of pleasure eliciting.
'Mmm, Astrid, I want to taste more of you,' Leon mumbles against her lips, and he sinks to his knees in front of her, Astrid holds her breath expectantly. The next moment she feels his fingers going through her slit, she knows that she is now soaking wet, she was actually already like that at the table, from the foot play, and she hears Leon making approving noises.
'Mmm, you smell so good, deliciously horny,' he whispers hoarsely, as he slides one, then two fingers into her pussy, and starts to fuck her steadily with them. In the meantime, his tongue has found her clit, and Astrid makes panting noises in response. She grabs his full head of pepper-and-salt curls and pushes his head into her pussy, 'harder,' she groans hoarsely, 'faster...'
Suddenly she feels pressure on her asshole, the sneaky bastard, she thinks excitedly, he presses his thumb, wet with her own juices, against the opening and starts making massaging movements, something he knows turns her on immensely.
'Oh god, Leon, more,' she begs, and Leon pushes his thumb a little way in, over the first ring of resistance, Astrid lets out a delighted little scream. Fortunately, it's drowned out by the sound of the kitchen extractor fan, which is roaring at full speed.
Meanwhile, the tongue continues to attack her clit, the little knob is now incredibly stiff and extremely sensitive, and Astrid feels the first signs of an approaching orgasm: the well-known tingling in her fingers and toes.
'Leon, I- I'm almost there...,' she pants, and Leon groans.
'Hmm, you're delicious, cum on my tongue, horny girl, let yourself go,' he encourages her, he curls his fingers in her vagina so that he manages to hit her secret spot, her G-spot, and that's all she needs. It almost feels like an explosion, fireworks in all the colors of the rainbow unfold behind her closed eyelids, intense pleasure flowing through her. Wave after wave of a deliciously long orgasm flows through her body, she can barely keep herself upright, but luckily Leon keeps her firmly pinned against the door.
