Brenda raised up from the chaise and pulled at the straps of her bikini top. As I watched through the kitchen window, I marveled at how much I loved those meaty tits of hers.
Even at twenty-eight years old, they were still firm and her nipples still pointed away from each other. I was always fascinated by the way her nipples pointed in opposite directions.
"Maybe that means I need two different guys sucking them!, she used to joke.
Coming in through the kitchen door, she slung her towel across a bar stool and proceeded to take her top and bottoms off.
"Damn, honey," I exclaimed. "All the windows are open. We do have neighbors, you know!"
"Well, I hope they have some strong binoculars," she laughed. "Cause that's the only way they could see me."
"Besides, you don't know anyone around here who'd be interested in these, do you?" she joked, cupping her beautiful tits in her hands.
Walking up to me and placing my hand on her light brown pussy hair, she rubbed my hand through her hot slit and asked teasingly, "Or this, maybe?"
"I know one guy who's getting pretty interested right now", I told her pulling her to me by the cheeks of her full, firm ass. "And about forty other guys in the neighborhood," I added with a chuckle.
"Uhmm, I'd like to make that one guy happy right now, but I've got to get to the supermarket if we plan on eating tonight. But if you hold on to that thought, you might get lucky later," she laughed, as she pulled away and headed for the bedroom.
What a beautiful ass, I thought to myself as I watched her ass cheeks jiggle down the hall.
A little later, after a nice steak and a few drinks, Brenda came into the living room prancing around in front of me wearing a short little babydoll type nightie and making sure I saw her little panties. They were so sheer you could see her puffy pussy right through them when she pulled her nightie up.
"You got any after dinner ideas, Big Boy?" she teased.
"I might be able to come up with a few,", I answered standing up and planting a wet, juicy kiss on her waiting lips.
As I sucked her sweet tongue into my mouth, I ran my hand over her skimpily covered pussy and felt the heat from it radiating into my hand.
Just as my cock was beginning to stir in my pants, headlights suddenly beamed through our living room window.
"Who the hell could that be?", I thought as I opened the front door.
It was my sorry assed brother, Bud, and a couple of other pals of ours obviously riding around and getting pissed on a cooler full of beer. Their timing couldn't have been worse.
I couldn't exactly "explain" the situation, so they bounded into the living room and started filling me in on the football game they had been to that afternoon.
Brenda eventually joined us in the den wearing a floor length, black, silky kind of gown that more of less covered what I guessed was still under it. Even though it had slits up the sides, there were little ties at about waist level that kept them closed.
Well, what the hell, I thought. We might as well drink a little and hope they'd soon leave. I cracked open a new bottle of bourbon and soon the jokes and grab-assing was in full bore.
I still can't pinpoint the time that someone put on a dance CD and the guys were all taking turns dancing with Brenda. But I do remember a sudden devilish feeling during one of my dances when I told her she could take off the long gown if she wanted to.
"You do know what's under here, don't you mister?" she questioned me. "I'd be almost naked if I took this gown off. There wouldn't be a lot between me and them!"
I loved the way her face blushed with a silly little grin when she said that. I knew she really wanted to drop the gown and be the sexy little whore she'd never had the nerve to be.
I remember mumbling something like, "Yeah, you're probably right, these guys might get frisky, huh?" and dropped the subject.
I was totally surprised about half an hour later when I stuck my head into the dim room and said something like, "Hey, do I get a turn?
Brenda's arms were draped around Bud's neck and her sweet little pussy was swaying up against his crotch. The black gown was laying on the sofa and Bud's hand were full of nice soft ass.
He quickly moved his hands up to her waist.
"Oh, yeah baby," Brenda said, "just give us this one and then it's your turn."
When I came back a few minutes later, Brenda was standing in the middle of our large living room holding her hands out to me and swaying her hips gently. Kenny Rogers was filling the room with "Putting In a Little Bit of Overtime at Home" and Brenda had that shit-eating grin on her face that said, "I've probably had one too many!"
But more obvious was the fact that with the black gown off, her pretty, brown nipples were sticking up like little thumbs through the sheer nightie.
I took her in my arms and had to admit to myself that I was feeling quite a buzz from the bourbon also.
"Are you having fun?" I asked pulling her hot body in close to me.
"Oh God yes," she slurred a little. "Your brother is such a smooth dancer and Tom and Larry are pretty good, too."
"I was being a little sarcastic", I laughed. "I meant... when did you take your gown off?"
"Oh, I don't know, a few dances ago", she giggled. "Bud kept untying the sides anyway. He's such a nut! But he's just cutting up as usual."
Having to sit out three dances each time was causing havoc with my cock. I could only imagine that they were all probably feeling those meaty tits of hers.
Tom and Larry came into the living room once when my dance turn had ended and Brenda wasn't making any move to cover her breasts. We had switched on the light to find some more CD's, and Brenda bounced around for several minutes letting them both get a good look at her sweet, hot titties. The top of her little gown was so transparent, it was probably more sexy than if she had been naked.
I almost lost it when Tom put his hand around her waist and slid it under her meaty breast. "This girl is probably the best dancer in North Carolina," he proclaimed.
"And you're probably the best octopus!" she laughed as she moved his hand away from her tit.
The neat folds of her ass and pussy were obvious to all three of us as she bent over the CD player to load another album. Taking her time, she managed to let the little nightie keep slipping up her ass.
She purposely reached back and pulled it up over her fleshy cheeks so we could see her tiny panties splitting her hot pussy. She smiled back at Tom and licked her lips a little as she did it to make sure he was looking. I knew the booze was getting to her.
"Okay," she said straightening up after a few minutes and giggling. "You can put your tongues back in now."
Taking one of my many bathroom breaks, I decided to take a chance on peeking into the living room, even though I knew Brenda would construe this as my not trusting her if I got caught.
Brenda and Tom were locked in a tongue swallowing kiss and their swaying back and forth was a long way from what could be described as "dancing". The tiny straps of her nightie were completely down around her shoulders and her perky tits were pushing into Tom's chest.
His right hand was on her left ass cheek and his left was in between their entangled bodies. I knew he was feeling her soft belly or maybe even her pussy. My cock jumped at the thought of him feeling her cunt but I doubted Brenda would let things go that far.
