As we entered the place, I could see two guys sitting at the bar.I had decided to wear a black short tight dress and stiletto heels. I had no panties,...just stockings that did not covered my mound.Victor and I also proceeded to the bar. I stood very close to one of the guys and I gentle rubbed up my hips against him. He noticed that and he started to rub his fingers back to my exposed leg…Victor ordered some drinks and then we found a table to sit down.I saw that guy was checking my ass out as. She slapped me on the face, and immediately followed that by saying, “I’m sorry, Rick!”“Well, at least you slapped me, that would make most of the boys run away.”“Was that a trick? Didn’t you really mean what you just said?”“Boys, of all ages will say whatever comes to mind when it comes to talking to a girl that looks like you do, little sister?”“So that was a test. Did I pass?”“Kinda,” I said to her. “I find it hard to believe that an 18-year-old has never been on a date with a boy. Is it. ”“Great!”, Richard continued, “We need to move this party to my place. How did you two get here? Can we all just sail the yacht back to my place?”“We drove here. I don't like the idea of leaving our car parked near the beach all week-end.”“OK. Why don't I sail home with Cindy, while you drive there with Robin. We'll meet up there as soon as possible. Robin will show you the way and open my garage for you to park inside.”“OK. Let's go.”Robin and I put on our few clothes, then Richard rowed us. His muscular and well-built body was signifying that he must be in his early twenties.Before Bipasha said anything, the stranger said, " Hello, madam, I am Jeff. Jeff Hudson. I was driving this way, when my car engine started giving me trouble in this heavy shower. Could I come in and wait until the rain passes?"Bipasha reluctantly asked him to come inside. She really wanted to be alone so she could continue playing with herself. She asked Jeff to sit on the sofa while she prepared coffee. When.