I stood and discarded my towel. I was about as hard as I ever got, and there was no denying that I was enjoying the show. “I’m sorry that Dan lost his new saddlebag, but I’m kind of glad we lost the clothes.” I took my sip and passed the bottle to Robin.
Robin stood and removed her towel, folding it in half and placing it back on the couch. She then sat back, with her legs crossed and sipped on the tequila. “I’m glad we played the ‘I’m glad’ game, but I’m ready for something else. Any suggestions?” Then she quickly stood up for a second, “Oh, and by the way, I’m declaring this cabin an official clothing optional resort.”
That got another conversation going, during which Jack finally got up and took off this towel. “I feel stupid, the only one covered up.”
We ended up taking turns talking about our worst luck ever, which resulted in some pretty funny stories. The bottle managed to make it around again, with an awful lot of ogling going on, and a lot of slurring of the words. When the bottle passed me, it felt like it was only about a 1/3 full.
Robin insisted on another change. This time it was decided we’d take a turn talking about our worst vacations. It was a lot slower getting around the table, and the chemistry was changing. The tequila was definitely at work. Sheri was cuddling up to me, and Jack had his arm between Jill’s legs, lightly stroking her inner thigh. She had spread her legs a bit, and was visibly excited. The only problem with our seating was that it left Dan and Robin unpaired.
While Dan was telling a rambling story, I decided to get the last bottle of tequila and let it start its way around the seating, separately, since it appeared the current bottle had stalled and it was being used as a place keeper. I was painfully hard, and my cock seemed to stick straight out into the center of the room, waving and wiggling as I walked. I expected a lot of teasing, but didn’t hear a peep out of them. I couldn’t help but notice that both Jill and Robin watched my flagpole with inordinate interest, both going and returning. It was a little embarrassing; I know I look a little different than most guys, though nobody said anything.
When I sat back down, taking a swig, Dan was still telling about his experience getting lost on vacation his junior year in high school.
I passed the bottle to Robin. She looked at the different bottle, and took a hesitant sip, then a heftier one. “God, Alex, you have great taste in liquor. What’s this?” she whispered to me, while her half-drunk husband rambled. I hated to break it to him, but I don’t think anybody was listening any more.
“Jose Cuervo, Reserva de la Familia. Change your mind about Jose?” I asked her softly.
She leaned back into the corner of the couch, raised her legs and laid them across my leg. “Jose Cuervo is back to being a friend of mine.” She took another sip then placed the bottle on the table, where Jack could get it. My hand casually rested on her bare thigh, while my erection threatened to spontaneously combust.