Authors Note: This story is entirely a work of fiction from my depths of my creative and sometimes disturbed mind. I've been a long time reader but this is my first story submission. I welcome all comments.
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It had become an annual tradition, growing with passing every year: A party at Sophia's house. Just for the girls; husbands and boyfriends not allowed. It started out as a few close friends had now turned into a pretty good gathering. This year there would be more than 20. Of course he and Sophia had been working their butts off trying to get everything ready. Three trips for liquor. That was the most important part. Then cleaning, food prep ... and today of all days the air conditioning unit died. It was 20 years old and didn't owe them anything. Sophia had begged and pleaded to have someone come out today and replace it. But in the middle of summer, on what may be the hottest day of the year: no chance. She quietly suggested sexual favors to the man on the phone. Nothing. Even at 10 AM, the sweat trickled down his face and arms as he chopped vegetables. The windows were thrown wide open, hoping for a breath of air.
They talked about it and he suggested that they get a few fans going in the windows and maybe even suggest that people bring their bathing suits. The hot tub was left to ambient temperature in the summer and could provide relief to 8 at a time or 10 if they were good friends. Heck they could even turn on the sprinkler and run through it like the kids. She really liked that idea and a flurry of e-mails to the guests and they had themselves an indoor beach party.
What was his role in all of this? He played chef, waiter, bartender, bus boy, dishwasher, handyman...whatever was required to keep the party going. He tried to make himself as invisible as possible but he had known most of these women for a long time. He was a shoulder to cry on when Mandy's boyfriend broke up with her (with complimentary ice cream). He played financial advisor, comedian, and all sorts of social functions. He had become one of the girls and it didn't bother him one little bit. These were a fun group of girls and the party was always a blast.
He'd taken a 20 min nap in the basement. He felt refreshed although it was still damn hot. He tried to decide what to wear. It was a beach party, so he decided on a pair of board shorts and a flowy shirt with buttons down the front. Darn the board shorts were too loose. He'd trimmed a little weight and had been working out and it showed. Since he didn't have time to replace them, he guessed he'd be hiking them up all evening. He went to wake her. She was sleeping soundly; her hair had that wild untamed look that was a nightmare for her to manage. He loved it. It was primal. She'd kicked off the sheets and her white cotton tank top was hiked, exposing her midriff and white cotton panties. Growl. She looked so fuckable. No time for that. He decided to play with her a bit. He snuck up beside the bed and blew a cool stream of wind across her abdomen just above her waistband. The thin hairs stood on end. He blew a second stream across the exposed skin in the v of her tank top. He gently pulled her hair away from her neck and blew another across the nape of her neck. She moaned. He then blew a line of hot kisses, starting at her tank top across her abdomen down to her waist band. She moaned quietly and rolled slightly, spreading her legs. She was such a lovely slut and when she was like this. Her eyelids were flickering with REM sleep and he wondered what she was dreaming about. But it was time to get up. He smacked her butt twice "Time to get up. It's party time."
He was busy getting out plates of hors d'oeuvres when she walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a flowy print dress that had thin straps and was cut mid thigh. In the heat, it clung to every curve of her beautiful figure. She walked over to him and wrapped her hands around his hips. "You look delicious," she said as she squeezed his ass. Her other hand slipped under his shirt and her fingers walked up his flat stomach. He put down the plate and wrapped his hands around her hips. She was wearing a thong. She didn't wear them often enough he thought. He rubbed his hands along the seams. "Oh this? It's new." She broke the embrace, took a couple of steps back and curtsied lifting her dress high above her hips. It was completely shear showing the clean outline of her oval trimmed pubic hair. She did a spin flashing the soft round globes of her ass. Mmmm.
The first to arrive was Samantha, her longtime friend. If there was a party, Samantha was the first to arrive and the last to leave. She could get into trouble in a church on Sunday. She flew through boyfriends and when she got drunk she liked to talk about her sexcapades. She always had a funny story. Last year at the party she told a story about she and a boyfriend had been partying and ended up hooking up in a photo booth at the mall. One of the other girls said bullshit and Samantha pulled a photo out of her purse showing the back of his head, his naked torso and her legs planted on either side of the camera around him. "Damn, you weren't kidding, it's hot in here." She stripped off her shirt revealing a skimpy string bikini top and jean short bottoms.
"What's your Poison?" he asked slipping into the bartender role.
"Tequila. It's been a hectic week and I need to unwind in a hurry. No wait put it over ice". Tequila? Already, he thought? It was going to be one of those evenings. People began arriving almost immediately and he was hopping. There wasn't any sort of formal dinner, everyone sort of just grazed all evening. Meaning he was constantly moving with plated of food. Everyone it seemed to have a different version of Beach Party. There were lots of flowy summer dresses. A few had come like Samantha in bikini tops and shorts. A few girls had come in dance wear: shiny metallic form fitting dresses and tops. It seemed a little much to me until he heard that a bunch of them were going clubbing at the late night club afterwards to do some dancing.
At one point he was cornered in the kitchen alone by his lovely wife. She pressed herself into him and a sheet of flame ignited between them. After kissing him passionately she leaned back and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. After all the running around he'd been doing it was soaked. She took it off and said "mine" and walked out of the kitchen, her ass swaying suggestively. Unfortunately he'd been letting the loose board shorts sort of hang a little lower than appropriate and now he would be forced to hitch them up continuously.
Samantha was the first to crack, "I can't take it anymore!" and ran screaming through the back door and jumped into the hot tub. Ten seconds later "Barkeep! I need service". Everyone laughed. That was the constant refrain for the rest of the night; usually followed by giggles.
An hour later he heard a particularly loud squeal "Barkeep, I need service". There were six girls in the giant bathtub. Sophia was holding up her wine glass. She'd changed into her bikini.
