I smile as I watch you lean over the table to choose an open sandwich from the silver plate. I watch as I see the red dress, so short, rise higher upon the backs of your legs. I watch as I see the hemline ride to expose the commencement of your buttocks.
I know for certain, that I am not alone in my observations either. I see other eyes glancing at the free show you are giving, a free show that I want you to give, shows that I, in fact, revel in.
You are the perfect hostess, never standing still for too long, ensuring that the guests eat the food, drink the wine, the beers. Ensure that their glasses never become empty for too long. The ice buckets, continually topped up for the cocktail drinkers. Yes, the perfect hostess.
My mind often drifts back and forth to the times when you have afforded me, and other onlookers sights of your breasts, nipples and of course, that wonderful ass.
Just like now, as you lean further, your ass cheeks visible.
I chat merrily away, drink the offered cocktails, talk of the latest round of golf I played with my chatting partner, Tony. He describes his and we decide that one day, soon, we will have a game and of course the customary little 'side wager'. My eyes spot your form, the red dress so striking against your dark skin. Your hair, shining, as it hangs down your back. You laugh at a comment made to you. I see your nipples are firm, poking the material outwards. The thrill that I have, is to know that underneath the dress, you are totally naked, naked and free. The thrill I have is I know, that under that calm exterior, under that red, clinging dress that hides your nakedness, you are sexually excited. I know that your sweet pussy is wet. I know that you know that I know.
You ate the small delicate pieces, your lips, full red lips, licked after every mouthful, teasing, not just me, but anyone and everyone around you. I see eyes dropping, gazing staring at your erect nipples. You know that men, and some women too, are staring at you. You enjoy their gazes. You also know that not only is my cock hard, but other cocks are too. You certainly know how to tease. You certainly enjoy the aspect of teasing. Just as you did on our way for that weekend, the stop at the gas station, the gas attendant's eyes agog as you alighted the car to go to the bathroom. His eyes firmly on your breasts, on your nipples. Who knows, he may have had a glimpse of that sweet pussy too, who knows, only he knows. You hoped he did. How you hoped he did.
We stood in a group of six. Two females, four males. We laughed, giggled told a few jokes, had more drinks. Your nipples still standing proud. I smiled as your hand brushed the front of my trousers. Yes, it was still hard. you smiled and then a subtle, but sexy wink. I knew, right there and then, what was going to happen upon the ending of the party. You had been building up to this all night. The teasing, the casual ass flashes, the hard nipples, then the soft brush of the back of your hand across my trousers. Yes, I knew and you knew that I knew too.
Kirk,6 feet 5 inches tall, his blue eyes. Eyes that kept glancing at your nipples, down the front of the dress. Height does have an advantage. Even more so as you leant over to place you half empty glass on the coffee table. Even I could see your nipples as the top of the dress parted. I knew that he had a fuller view. I smiled, an inward smile as you stood back up, tossed a few peanuts into your mouth.
As time drew on, the party guests left, hands shook, cheeks and lips kissed, goodbyes and thank you's said numerous times. 'You did well Laura, you did very well' I tell you as the remaining guests dwindle out of the door, leaving just Kirk, Sally, Brian and us two. We all begin the clearing up. No, we hadn't asked for their help, but we got it. I noticed that neither Brian nor Kirk's eyes were very far away from either your cleavage or from your hemline.
Yes, the teasing mode was in full swing. I looked at you and smiled. So gracious, so happy.
Once all was cleared away, we all sat down, a glass of brandy poured for each of us and a toast made to you for the wonderful party. Following the glass of brandy, Sally and Brian departed to one of the guest rooms, leaving you, me and Kirk to chat, to laugh and to giggle. Tiredness never came to the mind, even though it was 1.30 in the morning. How could we be tired when you are sat opposite, your legs tucked under you, the dress so high upon your dark legs. You excused yourself for the bathroom and reappeared in a change of dress. "Oh, this feels so much better" you say as you sit back down. Gone the red dress, replaced with the short light blue skirt and an almost see through blouse. had you forgotten to do the buttons up I thought to myself. As you leaned forward, the blouse opened. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was hidden from our eyes. I saw you looking at me. Were you waiting for a smile? You certainly got one Laura. A smile that said. "Petal, you look so good, so hot" And you did. Your nipples adorning your large full breasts. hard nipples, erect nipples. As you sat back, you stretched your arms over your head, your legs straightened out in front of you. Your strong thigh muscles tightened. The skirt, so short, rested just below your womanhood. I could see you, Kirk could see you too. You looked at the both of us. A smile formed on your lips. I had seen that smile before, the wicked, sexy smile.
No words were said as you brought your hands down to your breasts. Kirk and I both watched as your fingers undid the remaining few buttons. We watched in total silence as you opened the blouse, slipped it off of your body. Your breasts, large and firm naked, your nipples pointing outwards, so firm. We watched as your fingers stroked your nipples, watched as you took them in your fingers, rolling them, twisting them. We watched your eyes close, heard the sigh escape your mouth as you lay back. Your legs parted.
