Chapter 21
Ray paused at the open gate leading to the driveway of the Flannery's house. There must have been a hundred cars parked on both sides of the long driveway that led up to what was really a modern McMansion made to look somewhat Romanesque. It reminded him of some of the huge houses he had seen in Italy. He found an empty parking spot not too far from the front door and he could hear the music as soon as he got out of his car.
The front entrance looked imposing so he followed several revelers carrying bottles of beer and drinks in glasses into a side gate and over a small stone patio and into the house. There were people everywhere and caterers dressed in Mexican costumes were walking around with trays of drinks and food.
Taking a huge margarita from a tray-full offered to him, he wandered around marveling at the size of the house and the furniture and decorations. He did not see anyone that he knew and no one paid any special attention to him so he sat on the arm of one of the sofas and watched the people moving about.
"So this is how someone who drives an R63 lives," he said to no one in particular.
"Yep, nice little shack, isn't it?" a feminine voice said to his side.
He turned and found himself looking at a young woman with short black hair who was wearing what amounted to a few lengths of string attached to some scraps of gold cloth. He tried to move his eyes up to her face but he could not tear them away from her body and breasts.
"Am I as nice as the house?" she asked as she wound her arm around his and continued with her non-stop questions. "What's your name? I'm Tamayra. Do you work in the Savannah office?"
Holding up his hand and showing his wedding ring, he said, "My name is Ray and I don't work for Mike. I'm a spouse. See!"
"Uh oh, taken, huh? The good looking ones are all taken by the time I get to them. I thought it was against the rules to wear a wedding ring to one of the Flannery bashes."
"I don't know the rules, this is the first 'bash' I've been invited to," he grinned at her. "Are there any other rules I don't know about?"
"Yep! Rule number nine is you have to take me in your arms and kiss me. I like you. What was your name again?"
Tamayra puckered her lips and leaned in for a kiss that Ray barely avoided. She pulled back and pouted at him.
"That's not fair!" she said and patted him on the cheek. "Your wife is probably having a ball, or maybe two, and you want to be a party pooper. See you later."
Ray watched her ass cheeks, separated by a barely visible gold string, jiggle away and out onto a deck. He followed her and found himself looking down on a huge yard covered with several large tents and directly below him a pool that continued under the deck.
There must have been two hundred or more people milling about. The music was coming from a Mexican band playing near a portable dance floor set up on the grass. The crowded dance floor included several dozen women who were dancing and swirling their skirts for the benefit of the onlookers.
Those women who were not dressed in Mexican costumes wore bathing suits. Most of the younger ones wore tiny, two-piece styles, although none looked as skimpy as Tamayra's. Ray tried to pick out Karen or Donna or one of the other women that he knew from her office but he was too far away to find anyone. It was not yet dark but the tall trees surrounding the perimeter of the property were already blocking out the evening sun and long shadows were forming.
Taking the last swallow of his strong margarita, he went back into the house and deposited his empty glass on a passing tray. Still holding his towel and bathing suit, he roamed through the first floor of the huge home.
A set of double doors led to a three-story high foyer with dual curving staircases flanking a marble floor with an honest-to-God operating fountain in the center. Opening one of the huge doors along the perimeter of the foyer he found himself looking at a couple having sex against a wall of a coat room that was larger than his bedroom. A woman in her forties or fifties and wearing just the top of a bathing suit looked over the shoulder of the man that was fucking her and smiled at him as he backed out of the door.
"Quite a party," he said and turned only to almost bump into Donna who was standing close behind him with her hand on her cocked hip.
"Glad you could come," she laughed. "Did they cum yet?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snoop. I was looking for a bathroom."
"Welcome," she said and wrapping her arms around his neck she stood on tiptoes and gave him a welcoming kiss complete with her tongue swiping across his lips.
Ray tried to pull away from her but she clung to him until he finally had to twist his head to get away from her sucking lips.
"Loosen up sailor," she said. "It's fun time! Come on, I'll show you around. How long have you been here? Did you have a drink yet?"
"About twenty minutes or so and yes, I've had a drink. Those margaritas are strong."
"The stronger the better," she replied and holding his hand she pulled him into a room filled with people watching two couples playing pool.
"Don't you go away now," she cautioned him. "I'll be right back."
Ray watched her walk through a door into another room. She was a fine looking woman with just the hint of a chunky waist and an ass that was barely contained in the high cut bottom of her bathing suit. The high-heeled, platform sandals she wore increased her height and made her legs and bottom stand out to perfection. The scraps of material of her halter-top minimally covered her large breasts. The fabric looked like it was doing its job of holding them up but it could not stop their side-to-side sway as she walked.
"Nice boob job," he said to himself as he admired her.
A roar went up from the group around the table and a chant of "scratch, scratch, scratch," started. One of the women playing pool put her stick on the table and reaching behind her she unclipped the top of her two-piece bikini bathing suit and released her breasts from the cups.
A cry of "yay" went up from the young crowd as she hung her bra on the light over the table alongside one that he had not noticed before.
"Enjoying the show?" Donna asked as she looped her arm through his and pressed her breast against him. "Let's find a place where you can change into your bathing suit. OK?"
Without waiting for an answer she pulled him through a door and into a tiny elevator. Closing the door she pushed a button and the car began to ascend.
"Where's Karen?" he asked. "I haven't seen her yet."
"Oh, she's around, I'm sure you'll see her soon. Here we are," she said and opened the door onto a large bedroom.
Ray hesitated a moment before stepping into the room.
"Come on, I won't bite, unless you ask me to, " she laughed. "That's about as corny as I get. Now come on, you can change in here."
The bedroom was obviously decorated to suit a woman's tastes. The mattress of the huge canopied bed was about four feet off of the floor. The step stool next to the bed was a necessary piece of furniture to help someone climb onto it.
"I'm going to tinkle. I'll be right back. Go ahead and change while I'm in the bathroom."
Ray waited until she moved through an archway before pulling off his boots and removing his pants and boxers. He was pulling his bathing suit up his legs when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and spotted Donna watching him.
She was standing in what he now decided was her classic pose of one hand resting on her cocked hip.
"You didn't think I was going to pass up a chance to get a look at you, did you?" she said with a low snicker and passed her hand over her crotch. "Not bad, not bad. In fact, it's very nice. I think I'm wet."
Ray was definitely not used to anything like the experiences he was having each time he was with this woman. She seemed at ease with her innuendos and teasing and he was sure she enjoyed toying with him in his embarrassment.
"Leave the shirt and the neckerchief on," she ordered. "It looks sexy."
Ray folded his pants and tucked his socks into his boots.
"Leave them here," she said. "This is my bedroom and no one will bother them."
Ray's raised eyebrows at her admission that this was not where both she and Mike slept prompted her to explain.
"Yep, we don't sleep together very much anymore. He likes 'em younger than me. As a matter of fact, I like 'em younger too. Did you bring flip-flops or sandals to wear?"
"No, I never thought about it," he replied.
"Wait here."
Donna returned a minute later with a pair of men's leather sandals and handed them to him.
"These are Mike's but he's got tons of them and he won't miss them. You can keep them if you want. Let's go."
Grabbing his hand, she led him out of the bedroom and down two sets of stairs to the main floor. Stopping one of the tray carrying servers, she handed him a margarita and took some kind of wine thing for herself.
Ray followed her down another set of stairs to the basement pool area. She pointed out the sauna and the steam room and showed him the showers and changing room.
"This is just like a gym," he commented.
"We hardly use it unless we have guests," she said. "We like to throw parties and that's when they get the most use."
Ray marveled at the indoor/outdoor pool with a wall of glass dipping into the water to separate the inside from the outside. There were a few people in the indoor portion of the pool standing up to their chests in the water around what looked like a rock cliff with a waterfall tumbling down the side.