Frankie asked me once if I’d ever motor-boated Ashley’s tits and I got to laughing so hard as that image entered my mind, that I couldn’t breathe. Between gasps for air, I told her no, but I’d seen Jacob do that in front of the boat parade to a chorus of beeping horns and I was pretty sure Eddie had too. The far away expression on Frankie’s face made me think that she was imagining what it would be like.
The dinner parties last summer where casual affairs. Everyone dressed in jeans or summer dresses. Although proper public decorum was the rule; it didn’t always work out that way. With nine people tightly pressed together around our relatively small dining room tables, it was pretty easy for one couple or another to get their hand into their partner’s lap. Attempts were made to be as discreet as possible but glazed eyes or open mouths and sudden gasps for air always gave it away and conversations would stop as we watched until they were done. Then with a flurry of grins, the conversations began again until the actions of the first couple incited another. Nothing was ever said and it never erupted into an orgy like it probably would have in the past.
With the new dress-code, I wondered how things would go on the sex front. All six of these women were smoking hot as it was and dressed to the nines like they were, sexual thoughts were impossible to push aside for any of us. I sat in my chair at the table with a hard-on for the ages and the red flushed faces around the table told me I wasn’t the only one. Drinks were flowing pretty heavily and more so than usual. Frankie and I both drank socially but we never sat around the house drinking. I’d been there and done that.
In mid-meal, I realized that conversation was kind of sparse. Either the food was so good that everyone was too busy eating or something else was going on. I suspected the latter. I glanced at Frankie beside me. As the newbie to the group, she was the controlling force and everyone knew it. Nothing, other than a little finger-sex, was going to happen in front of the others unless Frankie sanctioned it. Frankie knew it too and she wasn’t at all comfortable with it.
We ate quietly and there wasn’t a hint of the usual under the table jerking or fingering. It was as though everyone knew that if one couple started, it would be a free-for-all and they stole glances at Frankie as if they were telepathically imploring her to drop the checkered flag.
I noticed Frankie glance at me and when I turned toward her, she was staring longingly at the bulge in my pants. She looked up at my face and I could tell that she was on fire. She looked back down in my lap again. I didn’t know what she was going to do but she looked like she would just explode into little pieces if she didn’t do something and soon.
I leaned over to her and moved to kiss her. She pulled back and whispered, “If you even touch me, I’m going to cum right here in front of everyone.” It looked to me like she was going to cum whether I kissed her or not. I glanced quickly around the table to see if anyone was aware of Frankie’s situation. They all were. I leaned closer and set my lips on her lower lip and sucked it in. Her lips were parted in a soft moan, which precluded me from getting both of her lips. Her eyes, which had been closed in anticipation of my kiss, burst open in a horrified look. She pulled her lower lip back as her hips fired forward. Her torso and head snapped back to counterbalance her hips and she muttered, “Oh fuck Baby, I’m cumming. Oh Jesus.” Her hips snapped back and her head pitched forward as her arms went around my neck to help her control her body spasms. A murmur started around the table.