Chapter 21: Voyeurs

Our group of Saturday friends was on Jake and Anna’s patio a week after Thanksgiving taking advantage of the warm Florida weather, this time without ‘outsiders’ or ‘muggles’ as Erin called them. The pool was open for swimming, the evening temperature as we started dinner outside was exactly eighty degrees – perfect for all outdoor activities that we had planned, including the intimate mating we had planned.

Everyone in our circle of friends was there – sixteen of us. Erin was dancing around, joyous that the day before her high school had gone on Christmas vacation for three weeks. She’d had final exams in some courses the previous week and felt as though she’d aced every one of them. I registered her attitude about studying was pure adult, and not what I might have expected from a high schooler. She’d changed in a large and positive way since she started living with Ellie and me. Maybe we weren’t just grooming her to be our sex slave.

There were other successes in our group that last quarter of the year – two promotions (Greg and Cole), the successful end of the semesters for the two college men in our group (Brad and Martyn), hitting a weight-reduction goal and jogging a half-marathon (Darren), having a publisher accept sample chapters and a detailed outline for a future book (Stacy), the sale and contract for ten new adult views with Adult Productions in Vegas (Ally), selling her first property valued at over $10 million (Anna), and integrating three new gyms in the area into a growing fitness center empire (me), to mention only a few.

Ellie was especially busy with the season since many companies outsourced their holiday parties to Occasions International. She’d even worked on one that was being held that evening at the downtown Ritz Carlton hotel, however, she’d delegated the onsite management to one of her staff. By then the hard work had been done. Darren, who worked for OI, had done the same thing with another function being held in Tampa. No one wanted to miss our intimate get-togethers.

We were using two large picnic tables for our dinner. Jake and Greg cooked at the large grill, producing platters of steak, salmon, and chicken to order with various special rubs and barbecue sauces. Others had brought side dishes and a few holiday-themed desserts. Diets were obviously forgotten for the season. I’d already eaten three sugar cookies shaped like Christmas trees. By the end of the evening, I’d be on a sugar high until the following summer.

Sophia snuggled against me at dinner, obviously seeking my attention when the after-dinner romantic activities started. Like the other women, she wore revealing clothing; in this case, a holiday vest left open with nothing under it so her boobs flashed frequently, and a white tennis skirt plus CFM heels. She was commando.

Ellie was with Sophia’s husband, Steve, at the other table. Across from us Penny and Brad were frequently kissing affectionately. Erin was at the other table deep in discussion with Ally and Cole, with laughter often ringing out. We were a happy group.

After dinner, Erin decided to lead a few others into the pool for some skinny-dipping before the sex began. I couldn’t help but stare at her toned body. Cole looked elated to be her first partner of the night. I wasn’t the only young man that had their ego stroked purely because an eighteen-year-old showed sexual interest in me. They held hands just before diving into the deep end. She was beautiful and he was already partially excited.

Sophia and I adopted a chaise more in the shadows than lit by Jake’s strands of twinkly holiday lights strung around part of the patio. We stood and had a long make out session as we removed each other’s clothing and I played with her breasts, making her giggle at how I wanted her nipples to be pointing at me in excitement.

She got me pointing at her, too, as soon as we got naked. She was one of the women in our group that could take all my shaft during a blowjob, and she reminded me of that frequently as she prepared me for our lovemaking. She also played with my balls, something others didn’t do as frequently.

We started in the missionary position and shifted through several others until we settled on a modified spoon where I was behind her, buried to the hilt inside her pussy, as she slightly turned her upper body so we could kiss. I could fondle her breasts, too, so it was a winner. We lasted a long time that way and just maintained that mode as we worked toward more orgasms for her and a climax for me. I liked soaking before the main event.