This is a further instalment in the 'Eve' series. Though the tale stands alone, for characterisation and story development, readers may first wish to check out 'Eve's Drops' and 'Eve's Temptation' by the same author.
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The working week having finally ended, we congregated outside Waterman's waiting for the minibus to take us to the annual barbecue. Shirts, suits and ties and replaced by t-shirts, polo shirts, cut-off jeans and beach shorts, spirits ran high at the collective anticipation of a night of free booze, partying, and maybe, just maybe, some hot action.
The only problem as the minibus crawled into sight was that there was still one missing: Eve. As 5.05 came and went, a sense of restlessness started to spread and when several more minutes elapsed, the silence was punctuated by the grumble of the engine. My heart plunged.
Then, just as it seemed we were about to leave without her, in breezed Eve, the airy bohemian one-piece I had chosen specially for the evening accentuating each and every curve. Cheeks flush in the scorching summer evening, a hasty apology was issued, followed by an even quicker pardon from the guys, the catwalk-like swagger down the aisle accompanied by an inevitable chorus of "get 'em off".
Eve smiled, lapping up the attention, all eyes trailing as she shuffled past. Seated halfway down, I found myself pressed hard into the window, leaving a large space for her to slot into. Disappointingly, she continued past, pleated skirt billowing around her backside to reveal a pair of smooth calves and ample thighs. As she joined the two other females in our party on the back seat, a thin expression broke on my lips.
I so wanted to turn and smile, but elected to keep my eyes on the road as we zigzagged through the city exodus. My pal Danny would turn momentarily to exchange pleasantries, though I'm sure it was Eve, and not I, that was the excuse for his bonhomie. Regrettably I could only visualise the gypsy-like beauty at the back, her brunette curls doubtless lilting on her shoulders, her smile as bright as a floodlight.
Mine and Eve's liaison earlier that week – that had culminated in perhaps the most mind blowing blowjob in the history of oral sex – understandably remained a closely guarded secret. As much as I wanted to impress the guys with a boast, I did possess some degree of chivalry. Besides which, they probably wouldn't believe me.
Boy, I must have repeated the episode in my mind a trillion times since, including the moment Eve's girlfriend Suze appeared in the doorway, the sexy sly look of the voyeur on her pretty face. Watching the other girl reach inside her panties to masturbate as her girlfriend deep-throated me had to be the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed. I'd existed in a constant state of erection all week.
Out of the city, via the verdant back roads, the minibus arrived at Houghton Hall just after 6.30. A sprawling country estate, given over some years back to providing 'corporate hospitality', our party had been designated the patio area and an adjacent marquee on the lawn. The coach from the Guildford office having made it fifteen minutes ahead of ours, already the free bar in the marquee was awash with eager partygoers.
Sadly, Guildford was as male-orientated as our city office, and only the late-arriving Reading branch offered hope to the likes of my boss Graham and best pal Danny: those not imbued with the sweet promises of Eve.
At least, that's what I hoped, the stolen blowjob surely the precursor for greater depths of sexual activity. Or was it? Glancing around those assembled, I was struck by the enormity of the task ahead to retain Eve's favour. Already flirting outrageously, as was her wont, the object of my desires flitted from man to man like a butterfly. Boy was she making me jealous.
Supping on my beer, covertly my eyes surveyed her shapely form, along with forty other pairs.
At last the coach from Reading arrived, helping to dilute the male populous, its call centre chicks clad in tight pastel tops, florid little skirts and pink hot pants, gratefully deflecting some of the attention away from Eve. With a fleeting glance my way, Eve's lover Suze forced her way past to the bar, returning to join Eve at the edge of the dance floor.
"Couldn't you just," sighed Danny, standing next to me and gripping his bottle of lager like he might grip his cock.
Yes I most certainly could.
The drink flowed for the next hour as the DJ polluted the air with musak, guys gathered one side, girls the other, like pre-teens at a school disco.
7.30 arrived and the aroma of grilled meat drifted inside, all filing out to fill our bellies with burgers, hot dogs, barbecued chicken and kebab on skewers.
As we stood around the patio chatting about football, my eyes roved for Eve. Damn, the beer was going down well. Already I was heady, and just starting to become brave enough head her off and find out why the hell she was blanking me.
As dusk filtered the sky, a rash of party tunes spilled out of the marquee, and I noticed Eve following our boss Graham to the dance floor. Suze and another girl I didn't recognise were in tow. With chocolate coloured skin and tightly beaded hair, this other girl was petite in every department but the chest, her bountiful breasts pushed up like two over-inflated balloons. I noticed Danny checking out her tight little butt as we ambled over to the entrance to get a closer look, and established that her name was Lily.
On the dance floor Graham gyrated with the trio, basking in the attention whilst the other assembled men looked on appreciatively. Danny returned with another bottle to wash down the charred meat and, as the two other girls retreated, Eve and Graham took centre stage, his hands wandering lazily down the expanse of her back, smoothing the light fabric of the dress.
For her part Eve pressed tightly into his body, small hands on his shoulder blades. I watched as Graham's right palm lowered, over the expanse of her left buttock, fingers curling as they caressed the light fabric covering the fleshy mound. Immediately Eve's tiny hand covered his, elevating it back to her waist.
As the slow dance continued, once more Graham's hand headed south, almost to the hem, squeezing the bottom of the cheek and drawing the skin-tight material of the dress upwards. This time Eve made no attempt to stop him.
"Wow, is she hot, or what!" exclaimed Danny.
My brain was telling me I shouldn't really be enjoying this, yet my cock was digging most alarmingly at my shorts. There wasn't a guy in the marquee that wouldn't swap places with Graham right now. His hand having gathered up the skirt, Eve's smooth and baby soft left buttock was on full display, along with a hint of black thong. By way of reciprocation, Eve dug her red talons into his back, tracing abstract patterns. They rocked against each other for what seemed an eternity, clearly enjoying the close attention.
