My girlfriend Dawn and I were at a small party at a coworker's house recently. It was a nice summer night, and our friend Vie has a house on the beach, so it was really a great night for a party. Everyone was in a fun mood, and we all took turns mixing drinks for everyone at the bar.
Dawn was wearing a patterned peasant blouse, thin gauzy cotton, that laced up the front - no bra and a pair of jeans. She looked amazing as usual, and while we were standing by the porch rail soaking in the warm sea breeze, I had to kiss her. We spent quite a few minutes kissing on the porch when we heard our hostess Vie say to some of the other partiers who had been watching us "Don't you just wanna watch them fuck?" Of course we all laughed. It was kind of a joke around work that Dawn and I couldn't keep our hands off of each other.
Later the party began to thin out, leaving only a few of us behind who were, at that point, very well drunk. We continued to laugh and drink on the porch as people slowly paired off and drifted away. Who knows what was beginning to happen in the bedrooms as our drunk friends began to find each other irresistible. Eventually there were three of us left on the balcony, Dawn, myself, and our hostess and good friend Vie.
Vie stumbled inside to fetch drinks, and again Dawn and I found ourselves standing by the rail kissing. Our tongues danced around each other, and we began to caress each others rears. Soft moans began to emanate from our drunken throats. We were clearly ready to leave so that we could get home to our bed and our lovemaking, when we heard Vie stagger back onto the porch.
"Damn," she said when she say us making out like crazy on her porch and grabbing each others asses, "I really wanna see you guys fuck!" Vie is in her early fifties - ten years older than me and twenty years older than Dawn. We have known her for a very long time, so we weren't too surprised by her bawdy comment. In fact it happens quite often when she is drunk. Nonetheless I was still surprised when Dawn replied, "That is a distinct possibility tonight, Vie."
Vie of course did not hesitate to call her bluff. "Let's head upstairs then," she slurred, winking drunkenly at both of us. We all laughed, but found ourselves heading upstairs, grabbing the handrail for support.
The topmost floor of their beach house is all bedroom. The french doors open onto a balcony that overlooks the ocean and allows a fabulous view and a fabulous breeze. The doors were open this night, and the thin curtains billowed in a soft sea breeze. Dawn and I flopped on the bed and Vie plopped into a big rattan chair sitting adjacent to the king-size bed.
We chatted for a while, and I began to think maybe the "dare" had passed when Vie said, "You should kiss her some more."
Happy to oblige, I began to kiss Dawn hungrily, eager to see how far this would go. Dawn was more than responsive to my kisses, enjoying our tongue play and pulling me close to her. Then Dawn broke away from my kiss and surprised me by suggesting Vie be the "director." Vie seemed a bit confused at first, and I must admit so was I. Dawn explained that she meant Vie should "direct" us - meaning for her to tell us what to do.