Now we walked to their Grand tent for the evening's feast. Just as she had done before, the Queen entered with her two guards(?) and sat in a raised pillow, different from yesterday's but similarly grand.
Tonight, the evening meal ended and a small group was invited into the adjacent tent, part of The Queen's private quarters. The rugs were covering every inch of the floor, one on top of the other, often overlapping. There were cushions for us all. The Queen smiled and the music began. Soft sensuous music, the kind only the hot blooded can dance to. To the center came two beautiful dancers who began to undress with the music. Their bodies could not be more different. One was slender with proportionally small breasts with very slim legs and a well shaped ass. Her dancing partner was a plump, confident woman with large maternal breast capped by large pink nipples which seemed to call out to us all to hold them. They were that inviting.
They began dancing each at a different corner is slow and deliberate motions. Some guests began undressing at this point. My host couple undressed next. I was not the only one still dressed but did not want to remain the last one so finally, I decided to bare myself. Quietly but still, naked. The dancers began to approach the center of the room with each beat. Closer to one another. I had been looking so attentively at them that I didn't realize some of the other guest had begun masturbating. Both men and women, without remorse.
Now the dancers were kissing softly and a well groomed lady, of an age hard to pin down but past her child bearing years yet still full of her beautiful features approached The Queen by her side. The kissing got heavier with the music and the fuller women's breasts were resting on the slender woman's body. She had to have felt her nipples pressed on her skin, this young girl, the thin one, seemed to have just rock hard nipples.
I was glued to the rhythm of my hosts. She rubbed slowly but without pause just above her legs, her fingers pressing down just atop her entrance into what was now a wet patch of hair. She was left handed and so, when she rubbed harder, her arm would brush against me sending shivers down my spine.
Kun had a different Technic than I did. He grabbed the base of his cock with his left hand and pumped up and down without reaching the head with increasing pace. It struck me, again, to see him hairless when others did have their full pubic hairs. Next to hear, with my larger more manly cock, I felt again more of a man. He was fully hard and me being still not erect he was still smaller.
