Nick and I were in the kitchen drinking some Martinis and cleaning up the evening meal. Cindy (Nick's wife) had cooked an awesome shrimp dinner and had left us to do our share. Nick was manning the dishwasher and I was handing him dishes.
We were yukking it up about the mountain bike ride we had just finished prior to dinner. Nick was telling me about how another riding partner of his rode this particularly sketchy part without dismounting when his pupils dilated, his head turned and he stopped mid-sentence. I looked to see the distraction and my reactions were nearly identical.
Cindy was strutting through the kitchen wearing a black lacy bra, a black garter belt and black high heels. No panties and definitely nothing else. She walked right past us without a glance and stepped up on their bar-like stool and took a seat on the edge of their higher-than-average dining table. She sat erect, slowly spread her legs, looked at each of us with a devilish grin, and asked one question: "Who wants dessert?"
Hold that thought. Nick is my best friend. He is an athletic lean guy much like myself, close to six feet tall. Cindy is Japanese. Slender with long black hair and a tone physique from all the fun that can be had living near the mountains. I have known the both of them for a greater part of my life.
I had visited for a weekend of mountain biking and kayaking. In fact we had gone to the lake on the prior day and kayaked to a remote beach where we frolicked nude in the icy cold water. This was normal for us, but nothing more, aside from the frequent sexual discussions had over some form of alcohol.
After our mountain bike ride, Nick and I had come home to Cindy cooking. She told us to get cleaned up and get ready for chow. After a refreshing shower we had sat down to eat and drink our ice-cold Martinis courtesy of Cindy's hard work.
And now the both of us were staring dumbfounded as our minds caught up. Cindy said, "Well?" in an exasperated tone. Cindy was the type of girl who knew what she wanted and actively sought it. Seems it was the same for sex.
I could not stop staring at this beautiful petite girl, her body posed like a model with her white skin showcasing the black bra pushing up her small cleavage and her jet black hair hanging over her shoulder and tufted above her exposed pink pussy.
Nick moved first. He briskly walked over and sat in the stool in front of her and had his dessert. She began to smile and move her hands lazily over her stomach and lacey bra. Nick had grabbed her hips and pulled her sharply closer to his mouth.
She moaned, Nick slurped and I took off my clothes. I stood there with my hard cock in my hand trying to figure out what I should do when Cindy beckoned to me with her finger. I came up beside her, stood next to Nick and listened to her say in a faint voice, "Kiss my breasts."
I looked down at Nick and watched him bury his face between her thighs. There did not seem to be any objections. I kissed her on the neck and reached around her back to unfasten her bra. I let it drop on the table and took a moment to admire her beautiful pert tits. Her breasts are the size of small grapefruits with nipples that stand erect in perfect position for a pair of lips to engulf them. And I did.
