I groaned from both the sensation of her soft hand stroking me, and the sight of her squirting generous globs of lube into the valley between her brea...ts and the inner swell of the globes. She glanced down, and without having to be asked, I squeezed her tits together. It took only a little manipulation to smear the lube into a thin, shiny layer - so reminiscent of when she lotioned them before bed.She opened the hand that had been stroking me and squeezed the bottle over my erect organ. I. Several bottles were passed around, followed later by a couple of sizable joints. A couple of people had brought guitars. Another couple picked up the hard guitar cases, and banged on them. Others went back to the resort to find other objects to drum on; books and boxes, a few people raided the kitchen for pots and spoons.They began playing a tribal rhythm. A number of people who weren't playing began to dance naked around the fire pit. I rolled my eyes at the superficial cultural appropriation. You feel her pull you round and you feel her warm breath on your lips as if shes about to kiss you. But she presses her hands on your chest and roughly pushes you backwards causing you to loose balance. Scrambling to catch youre balance, you relieved when your body hits the chair rather than the floor. You bitch!!…. What the fuck??!!…. Shut up!! she snaps. You feel her roughly grab your wrist and can feel cold metal surround your wrist, then a clicking sound. You wriggle your wrist but find it. I looked at her and then at the ground a little shyly. "Well thank you. But im nothing compared to you." She smiled and pulled me close again. She fit in my arms perfectly. Coming up to just my chin. Her hair smelled like peaches and she smelled glorious. She pulled away for a second taking my hand. "Come inside! How rude of me! You must be exhausted!" she said as she pulled me inside. The evening progressed at a grand rate. She made a simple but delicious dinner and opened a bottle of red wine.