I look upwards and into her eyes. I see that her gaze is much lower down my body. When I look in the mirrors I can see what she sees.My folds are glis...ening brightly in the lighting; they are open and waiting for attention. I want to slide my finger over them but I also want her to do it first.Her hand, underneath my breast, makes me shiver. She’s so tender and her touch so light. I swallow hard trying to hide my impatience though my mind is screaming ‘fuck me.’ She’s lowered her lips to mine.. They were both naked, wearing only wide grins. Our eyes locked and they motioned me to come to their van. I pulled up my pants, hopped out of my SUV and walked over to their mini van. There was no back seats at all in the van, only a mattress, comforter, and pillows. The van reeked of weed and sex. The couple, Destiny and Aaron we very young and looked like two emo rejects out of a Fall Out Boy video. Aaron wasn't particularly good looking, thin, with a few bad tattoos and scruffy jet. I offered him a drink and he quickly seemed at ease and went to case of beer.As I poured my wine and he opened his beer we stood in the kitchen, making small talk but I could tell/feel that he was checking me out. Drinks in hand I invited him to hang out in the living room. We talked briefly about if he should take his boots off, I truly didn’t care, but once he came into the living room and sat down he decided to take them off and get comfortable. I sat on the left side and he sat on the other. “It’s raining, Lissa.” Okay, I was whining about having my gorgeous model wife get naked in front of me. Stupid!“That should make it interesting,” she said. She apparently had everything set up in advance as there was a canopy cover that jutted out in front of the wheelhouse. She parked me on a folding chair there and started to undress. I glanced around hurriedly, but we were a hundred and fifty feet from the shore at the end of this pier, facing the water, and in a secure marina. I suppose.