Chapter 16: Fireworks

Kim and I threw on some clothes, just enough to run between the houses. We went downstairs, out the back door and scampered across and into the backdoor of Jim and June’s house, then upstairs to our assigned room to our luggage. As we went into our bedroom, we could hear the tail end of June’s orgasm from the other bedroom. We both smiled at each other as we stripped and headed to the shower again.

Thirty minutes later it was my immense pleasure to walk downstairs with one of the more beautiful and hottest women in the country. Kim looked hot. She had on an LBD – a little black dress that hugged her curves, accentuated her sweet ass that I had so recently loved, and left onlookers intrigued at what lay beneath a most revealing neckline that plunged to near mid chest. Kim had a knack for making her hair look like it had been worked on all day in only a few minutes; today was no exception. Her dark hair was done up in a sexy twist with a few curly wisps of hair gracing her neckline. She was wearing some silver loop earrings that announced a willingness to be seduced. Her make-up was tasteful and inviting. Lastly, she had on four-inch stiletto heels that may even be announcing that she was the seductress. She was a head turner.

I was an off-white slacks, black shirt and blazer guy, per instructions, but it was too hot to be wearing the jacket so I was just carrying it over my shoulder. I was wearing some brown pointed loafers with no socks, something Kim had expressed a preference for because she said it made my feet look sexy. I had my mandatory aviator sunglasses on, too. Who am I to argue with her wishes? Bob and Jim ultimately appeared similarly dressed.

June came down the stairs followed by Jim. She had on a black leather mini skirt that accentuated her long and luscious legs. A pair of matching shiny spike heels with open toes graced her feet. She had on a broad patent leather belt and a shimmering white short-sleeved blouse. There was some doubt about whether she was wearing a bra or not. I thought the mystery was wonderful. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun. She was wearing large dangly earrings that made a statement.

Trish appeared in little strappy three-inch heels, a nearly sheer white see-through dress with spaghetti straps and a scooped neckline. Through the dress you could see the red push-up bra that was doing its job exceptionally well and see her little red bikini panties. Hair and make-up were impeccably done. The whole effect was an overt statement of sexuality and attractiveness.

Jan was the last to appear. Her long ash blond hair was tucked into an abbreviated ponytail that looked quite elegant. She was wearing a sleeveless peasant blouse unbuttoned to her mid-rift with no bra; astute and well-positioned observers could occasionally see all the way to her nipples. She had on a wrap-around skirt that frequently failed in its duties of wrapping all the way around; again, an astute voyeur would see that this woman was going ‘commando’ and enjoy the flash of leg or flesh that her twirls might reveal. She had on diamond-studded flip-flops for shoes. All in all she was delectable morsel of womanhood that I was ready to indulge in.

The doorbell rang and Bob went to get it; our limo was here. We filed out the door and lined up beside the black stretch limo. Bob brought a picnic cooler and large box and loaded them into the passenger compartment. The driver held the door for us and we piled in. Kim sat on my lap in the backseat next to Jim and June; Bob, Trish and Jan sat in facing seats. Bob unfolded a small table built into the car between our seats and produced a bottle of wine and another of champagne. We made a toast to the evening as we rolled out of Camp Forge and headed towards Philadelphia. He also produced some hors d’oeuvres to help us last until dinner.

Bob had prepped the driver to take on a short tour of downtown, something most of us had never really done. As we reached the downtown area the window separating the driver from us went down and Trevor, our driver, began pointing out some of the sites. Our trip included driving by Independence Hall where the Liberty Bell was housed, along the mall then along the waterfront past Penn’s Landing where some old ships are on display.

Trevor pulled the limo into the parking area for the Moshulu, confirming to the parking attendant that his vehicle was full of dinner guests and not just a group looking to park close to where the fireworks would be. He decided to stay in the area and watch the fireworks rather than leave the restaurant area; he said he was afraid that otherwise traffic wouldn’t allow him to get back to pick us up. The valets accommodated his wishes and directed him to a good parking area in their lot.

The Moshulu was a turn-of-the-century four-mast tall ship that had been beautifully restored and now served as an upscale riverside bar and restaurant right in downtown Philadelphia. It was beautiful.

The seven of us disembarked from the limo in the slanted sunlight of the early evening and walked to the restaurant. Bob had both Trish and Jan on his arm, a detail that attracted significant attention from some of the other guests at the restaurant. He checked in with the Maître d’ and we went upstairs and out on the deck of the tall ship for another round of cocktails.

We stood and leaned over the railing looking out over the Delaware River and some other boats that were gathering for the night’s fireworks display. As new people arrived on the deck, I couldn’t help but notice how especially the men would do a double take at Kim, Jan, Trish and June. The breeze would occasionally blow Jan’s wrap around dress in the wrong direction, or was it the right direction? One time she gave me a wink.

The Maître d’ came and fetched us after we’d enjoyed one cocktail up there and took us down to a large round table that just fit the seven of us. We were right over the river and the view was fantastic; my view was even more fantastic since I could look down June’s neckline and frequently catch a glimpse of her breasts – her sexy erect nipple included. I sighed with happiness.

I ruminated as I looked at the others in our group, and then the whole scene in the restaurant. I thought about the trip that Kim and I were on. I marveled at the way my focus had become so sexual since our arrival. I expected that Kim and I would be involved in some way. Kim had primed me about that, but the reality was almost beyond belief.

We nursed more wine, ordered and enjoyed a few appetizers Bob had arranged for us when we’d first arrived at the restaurant. As we got cozy with our surroundings we started to be affectionate with each other. I was seated between Kim and June, for instance; both of them frequently leaned to me for kisses and held onto one of my hands. Similar events were going on around the table.

Kim asked if the pairings we had in the car were those for the evening. As if to show the Circle’s flexibility June immediately said, “Switch!” The women all stood and moved one place to their right. Jan was now on my left and Kim was now in the middle between Jim and me. The same kissing and handholding started again. At least one other table noticed our behavior but eyebrows didn’t even rise.

Dinner was superb. We were well attended to by the wait staff. The wines Bob and Trish picked were some of the best that I’ve ever had. We were all sated by the time we finished.

The women had also switched positions to the right once more during dinner to everyone’s amusement and the confusion of the serving staff. One waitress with a twinkle in her eye asked if we were going to keep doing the switching all night long. We all laughed at her double entendre and said in all truthfulness, “Probably. We’ll switch all night and then tomorrow, too.” She laughed and looked envious.

After dinner the entire dining room slowly emptied onto the upper deck; it was finally dark enough for the fireworks. We waited a few minutes then the first fireworks exploded almost right over our heads. We had the ideal place to watch.

The restaurant had set up little tables and folding chairs for their guests so we could all be comfortable during the exhibit. Initially, I sat with June on my knee and in my arms. Kim was with Bob and Jan.

The fireworks went on for twenty minutes and together with the company and the meal venue, a high spot in my life. We did keep switching as the display unfolded. I held Trish for a while at one point, then Jan then Kim then June again; everyone got a turn with each of the guys. Sometimes two of the women would cuddle each other as the air turned damp; my blazer came to the rescue when Kim felt chilled by the night air.