I finished my wine and put the empty glass on the table in front of me. We were the only couple sitting outside that evening, and I felt at peace, relaxing in the late evening sun, letting the warmth of the wine spread. This was proving to be a great holiday.
I turned to you as you came outside. I hadn't seen that dress before. It was a shorter skirt than you usually wore and, although it was a warm night, I was surprised by how much flesh you had on show. You leaned across the white plastic table to grab my wine glass and as you bent the skirt rode up to reveal your smooth, white, round buttocks. I took in a long eyeful, which is exactly what you meant me to do, as you waited there, bent over the table, arse on display, not straightening up. My cock swelled in my boxers.
You turned your head to watch me.
"Are you taking a good look?" You asked me.
"Uh-huh," I mumbled, my mouth dry. I wouldn't have been surprised if my tongue was actually hanging out.
You took your left hand and ran it over your arse cheeks. As you did so you parted them slightly and I gasped as I caught a glimpse of your naked pussy.
"Oops!" You laughed. "I forgot to finish getting dressed!"
You left your hand there, touching yourself gently with a finger. I could see how easily it slipped inside of you, and could tell how wet you were already. I was so hard it felt as if I was about to rip through my trousers. You moved your hand to my open mouth and traced that same finger over my lips. Instantly I could taste you and I felt my balls tense, as if I were about to cum there and then.
You could see I was struggling for control. You laughed.
"Don't get too excited," you teased, "I've got big plans for you."
"I hope so," I grinned, although right at that moment I wasn't interested in your plans; all I could think about was freeing my cock and fucking you hard, right there over the table, in full view of all the neighbouring cottages.
"You're going to have to wait though," you said as you finally stood up and smoothed down your skirt. "Hi Ben..."
I look up to see our neighbour, Ben, stood awkwardly at the edge of his patio, which put him pretty much on the edge of ours. He had a bottle of red wine in one hand and two extra glasses in the other, and I suddenly remembered inviting him and his wife Amy over for a drink this evening. I had completely forgotten. I looked over to you and caught the mischievous expression on your face. I realised, shocked, that you hadn't.
We'd spent a fair bit of time with Ben and Amy over the last few days, as their two girls had become firm friends with our boys. On the quiet I'd been admiring Amy's curves from afar and although you felt he was quite difficult to talk to, you'd mentioned more than once how impressed you were with Ben's well defined arms and chest. Suddenly my mind was racing, wondering what you'd cooked up for tonight. Ben stepped forward and placed the glasses on the table. He held out his hand, in a weirdly formal gesture.
"Hi, how are you?" He asked.
