Page 53 of Sailor's Delight

Desire chuckled. “I’d drink to that.”

The two of them lapsed into silence again, attention drawn to what was happening on the floor.

Jenn pushed her dress down over her hips, falling slowly past her thighs and gradually down to the floor. There had beenno lines beneath her dress; she wore no panties. She stood, wearing only her jewelry, a single glove, and her heels.

Across from him, Desire whistled low. “She’s a beautiful woman, Trey. You’re fortunate.”

“She is, at that,” he whispered, taking all of her in with his eyes as Chloe caressed her gently. Jenn stood, inexplicably holding her breasts between her curled arms, despite the fact that they’d been out for quite some time. She glanced at the table, said something. Chloe turned Jenn’s head back to face her with a finger, said something equally quiet in response, and reached behind her to undo the zipper at her own neck.

Chloe turned so that Jenn could finish drawing down the zipper. When the back was loose, Chloe pushed out of the long, sheer sleeves, taking her arms out of the dress and pushing it down around her waist. She wore a black lace bra that, as her dress fell the rest of the way to the floor, matched her panties. Without a moment’s hesitation, Chloe reached up and undid the clasp at the front of the bra, shrugging it off and dropping it on the floor.

Her breasts were full, not quite as large as Jenn’s, but they hung quite well together, Trey thought. He startled at the rustle across the table and glanced at Desire, suddenly nervous.

“Relax,” Desire smiled. “If she didn’t want you here, she’d have said something.”

Trey turned his full attention, and that of his rapidly-filling cock, back to the dance floor.

Both women had stepped out of the puddles of their dresses, and now clung to each other, their mouths firmly connected. Trey watched the light play across their nakedbodies, shadows created wherever their hands pressed into each other, their quiet moans and gasps flitting across the silence of the lounge to reach him. He adjusted on the bench, trying and failing to create more room in his pants.

At the squeak of his pants on the leather seat, Chloe and Jenn’s kiss broke off, and their faces turned toward him.

Damn it!

He debated whether to call out an apology when Chloe whispered something to Jenn, who turned to face her, smiling, then nodded, and they both began walking toward the table.

It was like something straight out of his dreams. Chloe led Jenn by the hand, the two of them gliding across the floor in their high heels, setting off a cascade of wiggles and bounces across both their bodies that sent Trey’s stomach into his mouth, breathless worship on his lips.

Desire whispered the only word that seemed to capture both their thoughts. “Damn!”

Both women walking toward the table smiled, the expressions only enhancing their already superb and varied physical features.

“We decided we don’t want spectators tonight,” Chloe said quietly.

Disappointment sent his stomach dropping back into his belly, but Trey smiled outwardly and made to stand. “Sounds good,” he lied, trying to make it sound sincere.

Jenn put a hand on his chest, keeping him from standing, then tugged off her one remaining glove. “We only want participants.”

It took a moment for Trey to process what she’d said. When he did, his eyes flew wide. “Oh, sweet Jesus.”

“Not quite,” Chloe said, holding her hand out for Trey to take. She glanced at Desire. “Give us a few minutes, then join us?”

Desire smiled, then reached up and untied their bow tie. “You got it.”

Chloe had Trey stay sitting, then guided Jenn to the table. She patted the surface in front of Trey. “Up you get.”

Jenn sat on the table, bracing slightly at its cool surface against her bare buttocks.

Chloe turned her so that she was facing Trey, then she placed one leg on either side of Trey’s head, Jenn’s heels resting on the back of the bench behind him.

Trey couldn’t help but glance down at Jenn’s pussy, then up at her, naked, nervous, and leaning back on her hands.

Chloe patted Trey’s leg. “Your dinner, Sir.”

Trey smiled and undid the knot of his bow tie. “I don’t think I’m quite dressed for dinner.”

“Just don’t let it cool,” Chloe said quietly.

“No, ma’am,” Trey whispered. He undid his top button, then leaned forward and slowly buried his face between Jenn’s thighs.