He walked over to me close. He was at least four or five inches taller than me. He had a thick mustache and long dark hair. He smiled and put a hand o... my shoulder. I was embarrassed, because it was easy to tell he was much older than me... I guessed in his late forties. His hand felt warm and he asked if I wanted to walk with him. I stared at his cock and muffled a "I guess?". He stepped away and paused because I hadn't taken a step yet. My mind was racing with what I should do or don't. This was nice. I really do like you, you know."All Heather said was a horse-whispered, "Yes." She was staring at the empty bottle.I shocked myself by blurting, "Would it be OK if I kissed you?" Heather turned to me, lips parted. A deep kiss and heavy breathing ensued. And before long my hand wandered over her small firm breasts. She moaned softly while our kisses grew even more passionate. I felt Heather's hand moving up my leg. I reached down to adjust mysefl to accommodate my swelling member. Amy noticed Megan raise her eyebrows as she slid her underwear off, revealing her shaven mons venus. Suddenly a wave of embarrassment washed over her."Nice," said Megan, grinning. Amy felt her cheeks turn bright red.Leaving her clothes in a neat pile on the floor, Amy looked nervously at the belt Megan was holding. Megan offered it to her, and she clasped it with trembling hands. Very carefully, she stepped into it, slid it up her smooth legs and wrapped it around her waist. Fumbling only. A new song was starting and I approached her and felt “what the heck I should just tell her what I think” I said “I’ve been watching you across the room and you are one of the most sensual dancers in this room, I’ve just got to dance with you”. She replied sure. Well, I am a fairly average dancer, but it seemed with a male partner her sensuality increased, she was one of the sexiest, classiest women I had ever met. We danced on and off the whole evening, but I let her know I was very.