Bill asked if I played sports. I said football and diving team. Wow, you must be in good shape then. I pulled up my shirt and showed him my chest and ...tomach. Looking, Bill asked can I touch your stomach. I thought it was weird, but said OK. His hand was soft and smooth. He slid across my stomach, then up my chest. I started getting a strange feeling as he moved his hand over my chest and circled my right nipple. Moving down slowly he stopped at my waist. Resting his hand on my leg for a few. He needed a drink, a cool drink, but the only liquid remaining on the table was the Tequila Sunrise. Mel hated the sickly sweet stuff but finished off half the glass, sucking in most of the ice, holding it in his mouth and relishing the feel of the cool icy liquid as it trickled down his throat. About then Tracy returned, breathless and flushed and obviously very happy, until she took a good look at Mel. “God Mel, what’s wrong?” she asked, sitting down next to him, pulling Mel upright and. ‘That probably means I don’t get a knife through the heart tonight. I’ll meet you in the pool in ten minutes. I’ll wear beach shorts in case you’re too timid to swim nude.’ Dale was finishing his 20th length when he looked up and saw her in a bikini. ‘Jesus, get back and change. Your dad will be home any time soon. Do you have a one-piece?’ Leah nodded. ‘Wear that. For some reason parents think one-piece suits are modest. You have a honey of a body and great legs as well.’ ‘As well as what —. ’ I groaned. I lowered my mouth onto hers once more, and we gently fingered each other as we kissed. My stance meant I was leaning into her, and our breasts were touching, conveniently enough at nipple level, which added a new dimension. I thrust a second finger inside Nessie, and she responded in kind, adding to my pleasure. Our hands quickened, instinct guiding us, thumbs on each other’s love buttons as we fingered each other to an earthquake of a climax, sighing deeply as our mouths and.