Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Fa/ft, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Tear Jerker, Incest, Mother, Daughter, Orgy, Interracial, Black Female, White Male, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Pregnancy, Exhibitionism, Public Sex,
Desc: Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 1 - An innocent evening walk placed Scott and Jenny in the wrong place at the wrong time. Then suddenly, "Trust no one, absolutely no one..." they were warned by a dying man. Now being hunted for murder, can Scott and Jenny evade the ruthless National Police and certain death? Can they deceive corrupt and cold blooded border guards on their three country quest to prevent a political assassination?
The cool air conditioning inside the Samuel Doe Resort and Hotel in Monrovia, Liberia, replaced the hot, late-June afternoon air. At 5 pm the wedding reception was in full swing as Scott Richardson entered the ballroom. Scott stretched the collar of his dress shirt, not accustomed to wearing such formal attire. His long time childhood friend, Ashton Todd, had married a member the local socialite, Danielle Ortona of Monrovia, Liberia.
Scott felt like a fish out of water being on his own in such a far away country. He was determined to make the best of his stay here, before heading to Cape Town, South Africa for two days, then Kenya for a once in a lifetime African safari and finally on to a European sightseeing tour.
The gala reception was being catered by the Hotel and their Staff was being supplemented by catering students from Accra Ghana, on special assignment prior to graduation. Scott always had a habit of watching the interaction between people and today was no exception. He observed the growing crowd and in particular a tall, thin, beautiful black woman, serving fancy bite size snacks.
She had her long black hair done up high in a tight bun and wearing a long, dark purple V-neck gown. Scott followed her at a distance watching this beauty walk with poise and distinction as she served the various wedding guests. He made it a point to meet her several times for a sample snack not caring to eat it but to be near her.
Thirty minutes later, Scott watched as the girl he was observing and another woman disappeared hand in hand down a hallway and into a storage room. Being curious of their actions, he followed them. A few moments later, he opened the door they entered and found a second door with a window. He peered through the glass and saw the two women kissing. They brushed aside the opening of their dresses exposing their black bras. Then they revealed the others left tit, caressed it then took turns sucking the other’s nipple. The other woman’s breasts were a size larger than those of the woman he’d been watching.
“Man this is fucking beautiful, two hot looking chicks making out!” he exclaimed quietly. They got the others nipple nice and hard. Next, they pulled up their gowns and a hand explored inside the other’s panties.
Scott could feel his cock coming to life watching these two dark skinned beauties making out. The one he had been following knelt and began to pull down the other woman’s panties revealing her dark pussy hairs. She put her hands on the other’s ass cheeks and leaned forward to lick her pussy. The other woman smiled patting her head, showing her approval.
They switched positions and Scott noticed the one he liked has her pussy shaved clean. He couldn’t help rubbing his cock as he saw her pussy being enjoyed by the other one. The ease of their loving actions proved this wasn’t the first time they had been together.
Adjusting his stance, Scott’s right foot accidentally knocked over an empty metal bucket. The frightened girls noticed a stranger’s shadow peering at them through the window. They frantically pulled down their gowns and covered up their tits. They burst through the door past him, the one he had been following catching his eye and hurried to return to work.
“You don’t have to leave on my account, ladies,” he said loudly as they rushed down the hallway.
Scott returned to the reception and talked a few minutes with several people. He then excused himself to the washroom. As he turned a corner wall, he bumped into the same beautiful woman carrying a tray of food snacks. The tray flew as did its contents.
“I’m so sorry,” he apologized as she and him stooped to pick up the scattered mess. “That was awful clumsy of me,” he added.
“It’s quite alright sir,” she offered. The V-neckline of her gown puffed out giving Scott a clear view down the opening. He could see the upper halves of her beautiful, medium sized breasts were being supported by a low cut black bra.
Her eyes widened as she recognized Scott as the one who saw her with her girlfriend. “It’s a good thing my skin is black.”
“Why is that?” he asked of the unusual statement.
“So you wouldn’t be able to see me blushing. I should apologize for what you saw me and my girlfriend did.”
“No apologies needed, actually I enjoyed watching you together,” he smiled, eyeing her cleavage.
“Typical male!” she retorted rolling her eyes.
“It’s not very often I get to see two beautiful women making out. But next time you should be more careful not to get caught. You both can use my hotel room if you want more privacy.”
“And I suppose you’d want to join us for a threesome?” she suspected.
“Now that would make my vacation a dream come true,” he grinned.
“Hmm, a threesome might be possible. I’ll ask my girlfriend and you’d offer your room so my girlfriend and I could make love in privacy?”
“It’s the least I could do for spilling your tray of food onto the floor,” he offered surprised at her acceptance.
“Probably added some flavour to this shit they call food. I wouldn’t feed this stuff to my own dog,” Scott laughed at her comment, as did she.
“I hope you’ll be nice to me and make sure I only eat the good food?” he smiled.
Their eyes gazed on each other, exploring their features in silence. “I love your accent, sounds British but a different background. Not knowing any different, your accent also sounds a little Jamaican to me,” he inquired.
“I don’t know what a Jamaican woman speaks like but yes, I’m from Accra, Ghana which was under British rule before becoming independent in 1960. Are you American?” she wondered.
“No, I’m Canadian, from a province called Nova Scotia.”
“Sorry, it’s difficult to tell westerners apart.”
“That’s quite alright, I’d have trouble telling the nationalities of most Africans apart from the other. It’s safer for me to ask their nationality than to insult them by guessing. It’s interesting to meet you,” he added.
Scott placed more remains back on her tray. She noticed that his left hand was bare of any wedding ring.
“Why are you helping me? Most people would blame me for being the clumsy one and keep on walking.”
“I’m not like that. I didn’t watch where I was going, so it was my fault. Maybe I was blinded by your obvious beauty,” he complimented.
Scott paused eyeing her soft-skinned face, her dark brown eyes sparkling under the overhead lights. She returned a shy smile, exposing brilliantly white teeth.
“I’m Scott, Scott Richardson,” he said offering his right hand.
“I’m Jennifer, Jennifer Okyere.(pronounced, Okeer-ree) My friends call me Jenny”
“Can I call you Jenny, friend?”
“Yes you can,” she smiled shyly.
“Beautiful name for a very beautiful woman,” he smiled. They both felt a tingle as their hands embraced in a handshake.
“You have such beautiful hands too,” he said noting her long, slender fingers and perfectly manicured nails, He kissed the back of her right hand. “By the way, Jenny, I can see your breasts when you lean over like that, very nice,” he confessed taking another glance at them.
She looked down and saw her breasts easily visible. “That’s okay as long as you’re the only one looking at my breasts,” she teased flashing her sweet smile.
“So are you friends of the bride or groom?”
“The groom, Ashton and I were friends all through school before he became a big name soccer star. He invited me to his wedding six months ago. So I thought I’d turn the chance to come here into the vacation of a lifetime.”
“Oh? Where are you going from here?”
“On Sunday I fly to Ghana then onto Cape Town for a few days and then to Kenya for a week long safari. From there, I fly to Germany for a European tour, then on to London.”
“Wow, you’re really travelling. I’m flying back to Ghana on Sunday too. We must be on the same flight,” she smiled.
“Maybe we could sit together?” he asked.
“I’d love to.” That smile of hers was captivating him already.
The spilled mess cleaned up, Scott stood and offered his right hand to her. She took it for balance as he helped her to her feet. He noticed she was tall and thin, about five foot six and maybe about 110 pounds. She looked up at this taller stranger who was by now gaining her interest. He stood a head above her and almost doubles her weight. His trim physique and lengthened dark hair gave him a striking appearance. The obvious colour difference in their skin made no matter to them.
“Next time you want to bump into me I’ll make sure I don’t have anything in my hands,” Jenny kidded.
“So that your hands can go around my waist to hold me?” he replied.
“Where are you sitting?” she asked. Scott looked back around the corner and pointed to a table. “That isn’t my area to serve but I’ll change that so I make sure you get only good food,” Jennifer said standing closer to him.
His nostrils flared at the scent of vanilla and brown sugar perfume on her. She smiled up at him knowing he was eying her breasts again. This was bold of her but for some reason, she liked Scott looking at her breasts.
“Thank you, I’d appreciate that. Wouldn’t want to get sick and have to go to the hospital, unless you were going to be my personal nurse,” he teased.
Scott marvelled at the brightness of her beautiful eyes. “That would be very interesting, us playing nurse and patient,” she smiled flashing a sexy smile.
“I had better get back to work.”
“It was a pleasure to bump into you, literally, Jennifer,” he offered.
“Same with me, see you later on, Scott.”
She adjusted her gown giving him more cleavage to see. “Maybe I’ll let you see more of my breasts later on,” she teased and very boldly gave him a quick kiss on the left cheek. Her own cheeks warmed at her sudden display of affection.
Scott had to take several deep breaths as he turned and watched Jenny walk away. He suddenly found his pulse had quickened.
“Man oh man, what a beautiful woman and funny too!” he smiled walking back to join the crowds. Then he remembered and went to the washroom.
Once out of Scott’s sight, Jennifer leaned against a wall. She put her right hand up between her breasts feeling the heavy beating of her heart, her mind recalling the handsome features of this stranger, named Scott. He was tall, about six feet with wavy dark brown hair parted on the left and long sideburns and those soft, sexy, green eyes. She figured he was at least her age of thirty, maybe a few years more. The obvious variation in their nationalities made absolutely no difference to her.
Jenny arranged to switch table sections and waited patiently for the 6:30 pm start of serving the meals. In the meantime, she made it a point to find Scott who graciously declined her snack tray offer.
“I’d sooner nibble on you,” he’d tease and she’d laugh.
“These are good ones, Mr. Richardson,” she’d offer later on. He could feel his temperature heat up when Jenny would flash him a heart melting, sexy smile. Scott stayed a distance away and watched her work. She’d see him and flash a brilliant, shy smile then made her way over to him.
“You’re teasing me,” he smiled.
“How am I doing that? I’m just standing here next to you.”
“Yeah, nice and close enough to get a good look down your gown at your wonderful breasts. I should apologize, I normally don’t talk this boldly. It was rude of me,” he apologized.
“That’s okay, I wouldn’t stand close to you if I didn’t want your attention. I’m just trying to keep you abreast of things,” she joked making Scott laugh again. That dazzling smile was melting his heart. “Don’t fill up too much and spoil your dinner. It is a good meal,” she smiled. “And I sure wouldn’t mind being your dessert.” she thought.
Scott was seated with a mixture of bride and groom friends and Jenny dutifully served everyone in order.
“Here you are Mr. Richardson,” Jenny smiled placing his dinner plate in front of him. She leaned over more than needed giving him a quick view down the opening of her gown. The others at the table made an odd facial expression at their server knowing Scott by name.
Jenny returned about ten minutes later, “How are you enjoying your meal, Mr. Richardson?”
“Very delicious, Jennifer.”
He motioned her closer with his right forefinger. He glanced down the opening of her gown at her tits as she leaned to his ear.
“Why are you calling me Mr. Richardson and not Scott?”
“I am working now and it wouldn’t be proper of me to address you by your first name,” she politely stated, lightly brushing his right shoulder.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, this beautiful woman is Jennifer. She is our server here tonight,” he said loudly to the others.
Some of them said hello to her. Jenny smiled at Scott and appreciated that he took the time to acknowledge her name to the table guests. Before long everyone at Scott’s table was calling Jenny by her first name. She loved how Scott made her feel special while doing her normal job.
As the meal continued, “Jenny, I don’t think your girlfriend likes me. She keeps turning away when I look at her,” he whispered.
“She’s afraid you’re going to tell our supervisor what you saw us doing in the cleaning room and cause us to be fired,” Jenny whispered.
“I wouldn’t do that to you or her. Can you take a moment to bring her over to me?”
“Yes, I will ... Scott,” she smiled of saying his first name. A few minutes later, she returned with her friend by hand. Scott excused himself, wanting to be out of hearing range of his table mates.
“Scott Richardson, this is my girlfriend, Afia Karbarro.”
Scott eyed this beauty, he figured in her mid-twenties and just as tall as Jenny but a few pounds heavier. She wore the same coloured, V-neck maroon gown. He offered his hand to shake and she did so hesitantly.
“Hi, Afia a very beautiful name. In this short evening, I’m beginning to like Jennifer a lot and hope you and I can be friends too. I have no issues with you and her being lovers and I would never do anything to jeopardize her job or yours. I’ve offered Jenny my hotel room so you two can do your loving in privacy.”
Jenny looked at Afia, smiled and nodded her approval. “I was afraid you were going to tell our boss about us kissing and so on. I really need to graduate and get a job. Jenny and I hope to someday own our own catering business,” she stated.
“I’m not going to tell on either one of you.”
“I imagine any friend of Jenny’s can be a friend of mine too,” Afia said offering her hand to shake again. He shook her hand then kissed the top of it.
“Thank you so much!” Jenny whispered and kissing his cheek quickly, returned both of them to work. Scott returned to his table, praising the meal as well as the service.
The meal finished Jenny, Afia and the others cleaned up and then the long line of speeches took place. Scott repeatedly smiled at Jenny ever time she came to his table. Now Afia would go out of her way to walk past Scott. He wondered what kind of dancing was going to follow and was pleased to hear they had hired a DJ.
9 pm arrived and the DJ started the music. The bride and groom did the first dance, as was the custom, then the others joined in. Scott hadn’t seen Jenny for about half an hour and went to find her.
“There you are, I thought you’d gone without saying goodbye to me,” he said touching her right forearm.
“I was about to find you and say that I’m leaving now.”
“I can’t say enough about the excellent service you both provided tonight,” he complimented, looking from Jenny to Afia. “Would it be possible for you to stay, be my guest and dance with me? I’d make sure you got back safely to where you’re staying?” he asked.
“We’re the hired help, we can’t mingle with the customers,” Jenny replied.
“The meals are over now. So is that all I am to you, just another customer?” he asked his eyes searching for any hint of concern.”
“No, not really just as another customer,” she revealed.
“Would you then consider staying with me for dancing as my date? You’re off work now and I’d love to spend the rest of the evening with you, both of you,” Scott offered looking from one to the other.
“You really want me, us, to stay with you?” Jenny asked, her heart beating faster.
“You bet I do!” he smiled. “Bumping into to you Jennifer was an accident but seeing you as often as possible through the evening was done on purpose. I’m becoming very attracted to you.” Afia gave the slightest of nods to her.
“I’d love to stay with you Scott!” Jenny exclaimed hugging him tightly. Scott’s arms embraced her petite frame, then Afia’s.
Scott led Jenny and Afia back to his table. The candles were lit at every table giving them a soft romantic glow. He introduced them to the others at his table. Whether they liked him there with two of the catering staff or not, he didn’t care.
“Your gowns fit in perfectly with the party, you both look so beautiful. Would you ladies like a drink?” Scott asked.
“What are you trying to do get us drunk and take advantage of us?” Jenny teased.
“Drunk, no, taken advantage of, most definitely. What good would it do me to get you both drunk if you couldn’t remember the fun we had the night before,” he winked. Jenny and Afia held hands under the table as Scott went to the bar.
Scott returned and the girls both giggled at what they were planning. He pulled up a chair sitting between them. “I’m a thorn between two roses,” he joked.
“Should we be careful that you don’t try to prick us?” Afia teased.
“Hey, good one, Afia,” Scott smiled.
They toasted to new friends then Jenny adjusted the front of her gown to show Scott more cleavage. She started tapping her fingertips on the table to the music and boldly asked Scott to dance with her. He took off his tie and undid several buttons on his shirt for comfort.
On the dance floor, Scott was immediately attracted by the moves of her shapely body to the music. She held her arms above her head and moved around in a circle and Scott eyed her with pleasure from head to toe. She flashed her sexy smile at him and danced closer to him. She loved him gazing at her and she was deliberately enticing him.
The next song was a slow one and there was an awkward moment as to how to hold each other. “If I’m your date and you want me to be your girl then please hold me like you want me to be yours,” she yearned.
Jenny put her arms around Scott’s neck and he embraced her. “You can hold me tighter. I may be thin but I won’t break,” she smiled.
He put his hands on the small of her back pulling her close against him, her breasts flattened against his chest. “That’s much better,” she grinned.
He could feel the outline of her panties and her bra as he rubbed his hands up and down her back. He moved her around in circles, his upper thigh pressing between her legs.
She laid her head against his shoulder enjoying the closeness very much. “What is that cologne you are wearing? It smells so nice,” she smiled up at him.
“It’s called Axe and the fragrance, strangely enough, is called Dark Temptation.”
Jenny looked up at him, pausing her dance, “Am I your Dark Temptation?”
“I’m not quite sure how to answer that. I don’t want to insult you.”
“The colour difference between us is obvious but I can tell we’re now both looking beyond that, otherwise neither one of us would be in the others arms. So tell me, Scott, am I your, Dark Temptation?”
“I would love to taste you to see how dark and delicious your temptation is.”
“Why don’t you start with my lips?” Jenny’s eyes sparkled in the dim light as she looked into his green-hazel eyes.
The world stopped turning for them as Scott gently tilted her head with his thumb and leaned down. Their eyes closed as lips met lips for their first kiss. Immediately both hearts began pounding, arms hugged tighter and Scott’s tongue parted her full, luscious lips. On and on they kissed oblivious to the others dancing around them. Breathing came harder, faster through their noses, the sounds of their perfect kissing drowned by the dance music.”
“Wow, oh wow!” Jenny exclaimed waving her right hand in front of her face, catching her breath. “If you make love as well as you can kiss I can hardly wait to feel you in action!”
“You’re expecting a lot from me.”
“I’m sure you have so much to give,” she winked.
Another slow song started and Jenny held Scott close to her. She had this intuition that Scott would be someone very special to her. Boldly and out of character, she took his right hand and placed it on her left breast, urging him to fondle it. Jenny let out a deep sigh feeling of contentment being in Scott’s strong arms. He did as prompted, caressing her breast and they kissed and danced in a circle until the song ended.
Jenny led Scott, hand in hand, back to sit with Afia. “I hate to admit it but you two make a nice looking couple,” Afia smiled.
They sat catching their breath, having their drinks and enjoying each others company. He asked Afia if she’d like to dance and only accepted at Jenny’s assistance. He liked her moves also and she agreed to his embrace for a slow song. Jenny watched them dance and caught Afia’s attention. She motioned the palms of her hands together telling Afia to dance closer to Scott. She held him tighter, her breasts melding against his chest.
“Jenny and I have been close friends and lovers for a very long time. I don’t want to see any foreigner treat her with disrespect and hurt her.”
“I really like Jenny and you too, Afia. I know you’re only trying to protect her. Please think of me as an additional friend and not the enemy,” he reasoned.
“Okay, I will only because I love her.” The song ended and they returned to Jenny.
“You two make a nice looking couple also,” she admired. Scott and Jenny held hands as they continued to talk.
“If you’ll excuse me nature is calling,” Scott said and he headed to the washroom.
Afia took a big gulp of her drink, grabbed her purse and pushed out her chair. “Come on let’s get out of here while he’s gone.”
“Where are you going?” Jenny asked as Afia stood.
“You aren’t honestly going to stay and go to bed and fuck with that guy, are you? He’s probably planning on having us as his first black fuck experience.”
“Don’t say it like that,” replied Jenny.
“Have you ever been fucked by a white guy before?” Afia questioned.
“You know I haven’t. There’s something about him that is different.”
“You say that about every guy you meet, black or white, it appears.”
“He really is different. He’s shown me more respect tonight even while working than my last two boyfriends put together.”
“That says a lot for your choice of boyfriends,” Afia teased.
“Haw, haw, very funny, how many times have I stayed with you while you fucked a new guy? I can’t ditch him, he’s going to be on the same flight to Ghana as we are on Sunday. Besides you also said we made a nice looking couple or were you just being polite to me?”
“Okay, okay, I get your point, I meant what I said about you two together, so I’ll stay,” she pouted, sitting again.
Jenny leaned over kissing her right cheek. “I’ll make it worth your while to stay,” she whispered placing her left hand high on Afia’s right thigh.
“You always do,” Afia smiled, returning her affection plus a light breast rub.
Scott soon returned. “My ears were burning, you two must have been talking about me,” he kidded.
“Yes, but how did you know?” Jenny asked surprised.
“Your chance to talk about me without me nearby, so did I pass any of your tests?”
“Yes, you did!” Jenny smiled, leaned over and kissed his right cheek.
Afia leaned to talk with Jenny, “Let’s go back to the cleaning room and this time Scott can watch us plus watch out for us.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Jenny agreed.
She and Afia took Scott by the hand and the three returned to the storage room. Jenny and Afia entered the second room and Scott was about to close the door and stay on the other side guarding it.
“This time you get to come in,” Jenny said grabbing him by his jacket lapel. Afia locked the door and turned off the overhead light. An outer light shone enough to see and watch in the semi-darkness.
“We’ve never done this in front of another man before,” Jenny revealed, slipping her gown straps off her shoulders.
“Is it alright if I take some pictures with my phone?” he asked.
“I guess you can,” Jenny smiled.
Afia did the same to her gown and they embraced, kissing and fondling the other’s breasts. Scott had a ringside seat and could feel his cock reacting to this fantasy come true before him. He took several pictures of them together. Jenny slid Afia’s bra straps off her shoulders and Afia returned the pleasure. A slight tug revealed two beautiful pairs of breasts to him. Jenny leaned over sucking on Afia’s nipples. Scott could see them glisten even in the dim light.
Afia returned the pleasure making Scott’s cock grow harder. Jenny stooped down, slid her hands up under Afia’s gown and pulled her panties down. Afia held her gown up and Scott watched Jenny’s tongue probe and taste her pussy. Scott was feeling uncomfortable, his cock growing rock hard.
“Jenny always eats my pussy so good and makes me cum,” Afia teased. Scott hoped the flash of his cell camera didn’t attract attention from the outer room or hallway.
Jenny took their loving another step and had Afia lay on the floor. She pulled up Afia’s gown, straddled her lover and knelt down over her in the sixty-nine position. Scott watched Afia pull Jenny’s panties off exposing her small ass and pussy lips. She spread Jenny’s pussy lips revealing her moist, pink flesh to him. Her tongue probed her pussy as Jenny returned the pleasure. Jenny arched her back reacting to Afia loving her clit and hole.
“Do I dare ask to join in or just stay and watch?” Scott wondered.
“So, are you going to just sit there or join us?” Jenny asked. “Think of it as a preview of the three of us in your bed later,” she hinted. Scott bolted to Jenny’s side. “Kiss me and taste Afia’s pussy juices,” she said offering her lips.
Scott leaned into her kiss tasting the exhilarating aroma of Afia. Jenny took Scott’s left hand and guided it down to Afia’s pussy. Two fingers slid easily inside her. Jenny’s fingers joined his giving Afia a double finger fuck while they kissed. Jenny then sampled Afia’s pussy.
“It’s your turn now,” Jenny offered. Scott lowered his head smelling the heady aroma of Afia’s pussy. He kissed and licked her enjoying his brief meal. He made Afia’s body jolt as he licked her clit. “Now kiss me again,” she asked. Scott met her yearning lips, sharing Afia’s pussy juices.
“Now taste my juices on Afia’s lips,” she urged in a whisper. Scott went to her side tasting his Jenny’s essence on Afia’s lips.
“Let’s eat Jenny’s pussy,” Afia said. He leaned over tasting her womanhood for the first time. Jenny’s body jerked as his tongue visited her clit and could feel her grind her pussy against him. She moaned softly as he slid two fingers into her and slowly fucked her. Afia joined him with two fingers.
They were about to do more when they heard the doorknob rattle. “Damn, who the hell locked the door!” they heard.
A face peered into the semi-darkness through the small rectangular window trying the door knob again. He failed to see the three of them on the floor. They heard the outer door close and the girls scrambled to fix their gowns.
“We had better get out of here!” Jenny whispered putting her gown straps on her shoulders. The girls giggled frantically getting dressed.
Scott led the way through the door holding Jenny’s hand and she held Afia’s. He slowly opened the outer door and peered both ways in the corridor, it was empty.
“Come on, the coast is clear!” he quietly urged. They hurried out the door closing it behind them.
“Shit, I forgot my panties!” Jenny’s whisper exclaimed.
“We can’t get them back, the door is locked!” Afia replied.
“Walk casually as if nothing has happened,” he said taking a hand of both girls. He led them back to the main room, the music growing louder.
They giggled seeing the same man returning to the hallway with keys in hand. “That was close!” Afia remarked.
“Imagine if he’d caught the three of us?” Jenny added and they laughed.
A fast song playing ended and a slow one started. “Oh, I love this song. It’s the love song from my favourite movie, Titanic. Please dance with me?” Jenny asked leading Scott by the hand.
“It appears I have no choice, I’d love to,” he smiled.
“I’m going to the washroom, you two want another drink?” Afia asked.
“Yes thanks, honey. We’ll just go for a short walk after our dance and join you. Then we’ll take Scott up to his room for a night of good fun,” Jenny replied kissing him.
Scott and Jenny embraced, fitting together like a hand to a glove. Her beautiful eyes sparkled in the dimly lit room. His left arm held her close while his other one caressed her left breast as she desired. She continually kissed him as they circled.
“I’m going to give you the best fuck of your life!” she predicted. “And I know Afia will also.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“It would have been nice to enjoy watching the Titanic movie with you,” Scott said.
“I would have loved that to happen too,” she smiled kissing him.
The song ended and Jenny, grabbing her purse, led Scott by the hand outside into the warm summer air.