Jim and she were going out of town for a weekend. It was the first and most balmy days of summer. The spring nip was gone. One could enjoy the outdoor.... So they took off for the Hamptons and some rich beaches. They joined a beach party in which Vic had finagled an invite.At first they were excited. The roar of the ocean waves impacting the sand nearby was a sensuous background to a cocktail party. And the people were beautifully dressed, in full display of their riches. In both senses. The. Then we went to our table and had a wonderful dinner with a bottle of wine to wash it down. Stephen and his group left before we finished and Marsha seemed to be the one giving out orders on how to handle Stephen. The hotel had arranged for a wheel chair but it could only bring as far as the dining room door due to the congestion around the dining room. Stephen had crutches so with Ian giving him lots of support he managed to make out of the dining room.Later that night after the sun had gone. Her pussy was displayed to perfection; even the darker brown ring of her anus was clearly visible. My dick had sprung to life and hurt, as it was so hard. In my mind I was behind her in that position with my tongue exploring every inch of her ass and sex. I gave a shiver and a jerk as I pulled my mind off the fantasy and back to reality. The woman lay like that for a long time as I closely watched her. I was beginning to wonder if she was ever gong to move, when she pushed up and came back up. I sighed with desire wishing I could touch the top, right where her skin began and the silky softness of her stockings ended. She lifted her leg and put her foot up on the dash as she twisted in the seat to face me a bit more fully. Her white stockinged foot was a lustful sight in its own right. I long to touch it, massage it, and even to kiss it, lick it as I held it my hand. After looking back to make sure the road was still straight and clear, I let my eyes wander over her foot and then.