Your eyes are filled with lust. I know you want me. I want you so badly, too. You reach for my arm. I feel your hand circling mine. This time, you kis... each of my wet fingers. I watch lick your wet away and then take them deeply in the warmth of your mouth. My cock is so hard. I want you so much. So much so, that I speak it aloud. Without a word, you smile and lower your head again, positioning yourself for my entry. I grasp my cock and pump it, then slowly make my way into you. It’s not so. The Maitre’D wafted away to the kitchen.Carl extracted a pair of Churchill cigars in their aluminium tubes from his inside pocket and passed one to Andy. “Anyone else for a cigar”? he asked.“Have you got one of those little Davidoffs Carl” I asked.“Sure”, he took out a small white packet and extracted one for me.“There you go”.None of the others were smokers so sat back in their seats as we lit up the aromatic cigars.He and Andy dropped the white tubes on the table.“Gosia sniggered, “I’ve got. It was low-cut in the front, and flattered her breasts. The skirt was loose and flowing, and I noticed she was wearing suntan coloured hosiery and a pair of black high heels. Hair and makeup were impeccable. "Let's carry these into the sunroom, and we can talk," she said. I picked up a tray with glasses and a large pitcher, and followed her, watched her sexy strides, and the way her ass moved under the dress. We talked for almost two hours, and sipped her "specialty" summer cooler. . The carpet is that annoying industrial grade gray that you are sick of. You calmly contemplate your vacation as you move towards the exit.You've always been dying to go to the beach. Perhaps this year is the year that you finally head off to Maui like you promised yourself. You can almost taste the salty air, and smell the suntan lotion on hot beach babes. A brief fantasy fills your head involving two hot gals sitting next to each other, wearing teeny tiny thong bathing suits, touching each.