She was standing there with her back to me and she was wearing a strapless bra that just barely contained two exquisite breasts and in matching black,...a pair of very small bikini panties. That was it. She had lost the shoes in the living room. I wrapped my arms around her tummy and hugged her to me and I wondered what I should do next. I decided to start on my own clothes.Dana turned around and began to unbutton my shirt and I just let her go ahead. I leaned in and kissed her gently and then. He gave me a very chaste and soft kiss then pulled back slightly and looked at me. I smiled and leaned back toward him. We kissed again a little longer this time. His lips were soft and his breath smelled of coffee which wasn’t a bad thing. Mine did too after all. I deepened our kiss after a while and slowly started introducing some tongue. He complied, letting me lead the kiss and returned my soft probing strokes. He tasted good, a heady mixture of coffee and male. I had a hard time seeing any. They ignored our stares, their chatter unstopped as they waved their hands with animated movements. Short dresses hung from their frames barely brushing their knees, and shivered with each movement they made. The shortest one glanced at me as she released the smoke from her cigarette through perfectly pouted red lips. Like the others in her group, her hair barely brushed the nape of her neck, and was sculpted into waves, at least, that is what was visible beneath her hat. Mother pointed out. " he says, again quickly spanking me on my bottom but this time I jolt less. I however take his advice and try to relax. He is steady with his spanks, going from check to check, never too hard but always enough to make a good slap noise. I can feel my bottom getting warmer but I get used to the rhythm and sting of each slap. I loose track of how many spanks he has given me but I know it is more than I had imagined I would take on my first time. Because he is slow and steady it is less about.