The Dinner Party

The night was beautiful and serene, the stars dancing in the late summer sky. It was a perfect night for an outdoor dinner party. The air was warm, with an occasional breeze just light enough to ruffle through the trees. Tiny white lights had been strung throughout the yard, accentuating the landscape like a silver thread through a masterfully woven tapestry. It was a beautifully set evening.

Miya stood at the edge of the deck looking beautiful in a black, slinky, low cut party dress. She looked out at the yard filled with tables of her closest friends. Their smiles and laughter touched her heart.

The evening had gone off without a hitch and she couldn’t have been more pleased. As Miya scanned the guests with a careful eye, she sought someone in particular. She had seen him several times through out course of the evening, but she had to play the gracious hostess and not limit herself to only one guest. As she looked at every table trying to find Anthony, a group of single women waved her over to them. They were Miya’s closest of close friends and they all seemed to be having the time of their lives. Miya raised a half-empty glass of wine indicating she needed to refresh her drink. Turning towards the kitchen, she ran smack-dab into someone and almost spilled what was left of her drink on the poor soul. Before she even saw his face she began a highly embarrassed apology.

"You never have to apologize to me, Miya," he said quietly.

She knew that low sexy timber. She looked up into his beautiful brown eyes and her breath caught in her throat. She knew she had to behave. But the brief contact with his body made her mind flash on hundreds of memories of their closely guarded past.

"Mmmm… just the man I was looking for." She all but purred and a wicked gleam flashed in her eyes. Behaving never came easily for Miya.

Nor did it for Anthony. He looked casually from left to right, then pointedly into her eyes. Though the smile on his lips would have seemed plutonic enough if their dates saw them chatting, Miya saw that devilish glimmer in his eyes. She could see the passion he tried to hide from everyone but her. She could almost feel his veiled desire as though it were a tangible thing. Miya gave a small shiver, and he smiled even broader.

"You’re not playing fair, Anthony."

"May I remind you, it was you that started this with that sexy tone of voice?

She had to laugh. Yes, she did indeed try to get to him using her voice, but he wasn’t supposed to turn the tables on her so quickly. Then again, Anthony could always do that to her, instantly making her the prey.

"So, were you looking for me for any particular reason, or were you just looking in general?" he asked.

Still smiling she said, "Well, you know that I could just watch you for hours on end…" She paused and chanced a grin so wicked that Anthony was caught off guard. "And speaking of which, have you spoken to Autumn about staying the night?" She hoped it sounded casual enough to anyone within earshot.

He smiled warmly, but his mind was reeling almost out of control. "No I haven’t spoken to Autumn about it yet."

"Spoken to me about what?" the young girl asked as she approached.

"Well, there you are!" Kissing Autumn on the cheek, Anthony explained, "Miya was just saying that since it’s getting late, and we had the furthest drive back to the city, we were more than welcome to stay for the night…"

Both Miya and Anthony could sense that Autumn wasn’t fully comfortable with the idea. Hoping Autumn would concede, Miya interjected. "It’s just that these back roads are dangerous at night, especially if you don’t know them very well. And I’d hate to see anything happen to either of you."

All hope of protesting had been lost when Anthony added, "Besides, we’ve both had more than a few drinks already and I don’t think either of us should be driving."

"But I didn’t bring anything with me," Autumn said quietly.

Miya smiled warmly at Autumn. She was such a young thing, and so deliciously naive. "It’s completely up to you. But if you do decide you’d like to stay, I’m sure we can find something in my closet you could borrow." Miya said sweetly. Then deciding to prey slightly on Autumn’s vanity she asked, "You’re …what… a size five?"

Unknowingly swallowing the bait, Autumn said, "Actually, a seven."

"Oh I’m sure I have something that small tucked into a long forgotten drawer," Miya said casually. Autumn beamed. It was all Anthony could do not to burst out laughing. He knew Miya’s size in every garment possible. He knew without a doubt that Miya herself was a size six. But he loved how she played on Autumn’s girlish figure to win her over.

Deciding it might be fun, Autumn agreed and said, "As long as we’re not putting you out."

Anthony chuckled and told Autumn teasingly, "Believe me, darling, if we were putting Miya out, she wouldn’t have us."

Miya laughed and said, "Why, Anthony, you make me sound like such a bitch!" Then looking to Autumn she winked and said, "But he does have a point."

Autumn smiled. She liked Miya. She was fond of Miya for a lot of reasons, but mostly because Miya seemed to carry herself so well in every situation. Autumn knew she would have absolutely died if Anthony had teased her the way he just did Miya.

The younger Autumn also admired Miya’s beauty and was admittedly a bit envious about it as well. The two women had met briefly one night as Autumn and Anthony were leaving a restaurant and Miya was just entering. On the way home Autumn had asked Anthony a thousand questions about Miya. When Anthony asked her why all the questions, all Autumn could say was, "She’s just… so beautiful." Anthony handled her very carefully. Making sure not to step on her sensitive feelings, he assured the younger woman that her beauty rivaled that of Miya’s. The truth was, Autumn was indeed every bit as beautiful as Miya, but in different ways. Autumn was much younger than Anthony. She was just slightly more than half of his forty years and had that fresh, wide-eyed beauty that accompanies youth. She had a certain naïveté about life and Anthony found that refreshing.

Anthony had only met Ethan briefly earlier in the evening, but it was clear that Ethan and Miya were a couple for the evening. Anthony couldn’t help but feel more than a few pangs of jealousy as Miya openly flirted with her newest "friend". Especially the way she leaned into him, barely brushing her upper body against his as she whispered in his ear. Ethan smiled broadly (and all too deviously in Anthony’s opinion), at whatever Miya said to him. He was obviously approving of what she said. Then as Ethan smiled, he looked over Miya’s shoulder and directly at Anthony. Caught staring and unsure, Anthony gave a slight nod of his head to at least acknowledge Ethan’s glance. He hoped he didn’t look as embarrassed as he felt. Thankfully Autumn rejoined his side and he had something to distract him from Ethan’s watching eyes.

The evening drew to a close and everyone had enjoyed themselves to the fullest extent. Finally the caterers began to clean and pack things away as the guests slowly began to file out the door. Miya, with Ethan at her side, bid her company good night. She thanked everyone for attending. Hugging most and promising others to call or drop over when she could. But with all of them, she was warm and genuine. She even showed her gratitude to each of the caterers, thanking them for a lovely dinner and wonderful service.

As Miya saw each of her guests out, Autumn found Anthony mixing a drink in the kitchen. She slipped up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Are you making me another, too?"

"Mmmm hmmm, but it’s gonna cost ya," he said. "Oh? And how much?"

"One of these," he said turning to face her and kissing her lips hard. His jaws prodding her mouth wide. She moaned softly. She did so love it when he was strong with her. His hands slid down her open-back dress. The flesh to flesh contact making her shiver just slightly. She was beginning to melt into Anthony, already feeling herself grow warm and moist. She loved the feel of his hands on her body. But as he cupped her backside with both hands, she began to protest.

"Anthony, stop. Not here." But the more she tried to wriggle from his grip, the tighter he held her.

He had a playful grin on his lips and his eyes shone brightly. "What’s wrong sweetie? Afraid we’re gonna get caught?" He bit her lip and sucked on it teasingly.

"C’mon baby," she said half-heartedly. He was working his magic on her, and they both knew it. Her protests had slowed as she leaned even further into him. Moaning as his hands slipped beneath her dress and his fingers began to massage and knead the tender young flesh. Autumn again moaned when she felt the beginnings of an erection pressing against her stomach.

Anthony sensed more than heard a presence enter the kitchen. With his mouth buried against her neck, he opened his eyes. He wasn’t surprised to see Ethan standing just inside the kitchen. Silent, watching, grinning. Anthony did not stop however. But instead, he maneuvered Autumn’s dress higher, until it was hiked up on her hips and fully exposed her ass to the silent onlooker. Unaware of Ethan’s presence, Autumn gave another small groan when she felt the cool air on her backside. Ethan grinned approvingly and made no attempt to move. Autumn again gave a half-hearted plea.

"Anthony… baby… please… we’re gonna get caught," she said breathlessly. Although she was extremely aroused, she had to try and keep some sort of sense about her.

Dropping his voice to that low sensual tone that he knew drove her crazy, he asked, "But isn’t that the exciting part? The possibility of someone walking in and seeing us like this. Your dress pulled up, your ass exposed, and my hands… all… over… you." As Anthony spoke, he used his body and voice to punctuate his sentence. He nibbled at her neck, making her sharply draw in a breath, his hands squeezing.

With her head back, and eyes closed, she groaned, "Oh god… You’re making me crazy… but we have to stop."

He still held her dress up with one hand for Ethan’s privilege, while the other moved around in front of her. Though she could have easily wrangled away from him, she didn’t and he was pleased. Teasingly he began to brush the insides of her thighs, careful to avoid that which she wanted the most. Her own hands had long since found his erection, stroking and manipulating him through his pants.

Finally she whispered, "Touch me, Anthony."

Teasingly he said, "But you said we had to stop. Remember?"

"Please Anthony, just once," she begged.

Slowly his fingers obliged. Travelling up her thighs to that warm, wet V of her legs. She sighed approvingly when his hand brushed against her mound. But she had to bite her bottom lip to stifle a groan when two fingers began to find their way inside her. His actions were as deliberate and skilled as any surgeon in the most delicate of operations.

Moving with an almost painstakingly slow tempo, he pushed them deep inside her. And just as slowly, he pulled them back. She dropped her head back and moaned with great pleasure. As he sank deeply into that velvet warmth again, her hips began a slow sensual rocking.

"Mmmm, you’re so wet baby."

"You make me that way," she responded in a voice not her own. It was deep, throaty and she sounded far away, lost in the feel of his fingers.

For several minutes they stood against the kitchen counter. Autumn’s hips rolling against Anthony’s thick fingers as Ethan looked on in absolute silence.

Anthony knew if he continued Autumn would surely cum. He wanted her turned on, and wanting more. So, before she could climax, he whispered reluctantly into her ear, "Someone’s coming."

Autumn sighed and said, "I wish it were me."

When Anthony chanced another glance over the girl’s shoulder, Ethan was gone. When he did return, Anthony and Autumn were no longer embracing, but standing side by side, grinning.

"Ah, here you two are. Miya thought you’d sneaked off to bed already."

Chuckling, Anthony responded, "Not at all. I was just making another drink. Need another?"

"Two, actually."

When Miya had finished her duties as the ever-gracious hostess she rejoined the trio outside. Her once pinned up hair now flowed freely down her back. Her demeanor had shifted from proper and polite to more casual and relaxed. She fell into a pillowy lounge chair next to Ethan who handed her a refreshed glass of wine, which she took happily. The now smaller, quieter group chatted easily under the stars until a chill chased them inside. Though it was well after midnight, none were ready for sleep yet.

They instead opted for the comfort and warmth of the living room. Anthony and Autumn sat on the long sofa, Ethan and Miya on the smaller love seat. The conversation flowed just as amiably as it had before and Miya was thoroughly enjoying the company. But her mind had begun to wander. She laid her head back on the pillows, closed her eyes and smiled at the thousand ideas that invaded her mind.

"Miya? Are you okay?" Autumn asked.

Miya kind of giggled. "Yeah. I’m great," she paused and then added, "Just a little too much wine I’m afraid."

Autumn let out a loud laugh and said, "Good! I’m glad I’m not the only one!"

"Well, Ethan, looks like our dates for the night are just a bit intoxicated."

Chuckling, Miya confessed, "Oh honey! I’m more than just a bit intoxicated!"

"Sing it, sister!" Autumn said and giggled.

"So… then… anyone up for strip poker?" Ethan asked. Autumn gave a loud groan and rolled her eyes.

Anthony laughed and said, "What I think she means to say is, I think we’d have a slight advantage over the ladies."

"Yeah, the advantage of being able to see straight!" Then glancing at Autumn and giving her a conspiratorial wink she said, "Besides, if you wanted to see me with my clothes off, all you have to do is ask."

"Oh yeah?" Ethan asked. Miya nodded affirmatively.

"We’re askin, we’re askin!" Anthony teased.

"Hey!" said Autumn with a joking swing in his direction.

"Ya know, Autumn, if I didn’t know better I’d say they got us drunk on purpose," Miya teased. "Just so they could try and take advantage of us." Both Ethan and Anthony had comically big eyes, and looks up on their faces as if to say, "Who? Us?"

"But…" she continued as she stood, "…they didn’t have to go through all that trouble." She turned and faced Ethan. He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. Clearly waiting to hear what she said next.

Hiking up her dress a bit Miya straddled his legs and lowered herself onto his lap. Smiling wickedly she said, "Yeah… you can’t take advantage of the willing." Kissing him hard.

Autumn’s eyes widened. She looked to Anthony for guidance. He just smiled at her, leaned back against the sofa, and crossed his legs. He looked back to Miya and Ethan, then back to Autumn and gave a small shrug of his shoulders. Autumn glanced at the couple on the love seat again. They were oblivious to their onlookers, sharing a deeply passionate kiss.

Autumn had never dealt with a situation like this before. Nothing in the girl’s past had prepared her for anything even close. Feeling unsure and a bit uncomfortable, she turned to Anthony again. Autumn mouthed, "What do we do?"

He pulled her close and as he stroked her face gently with the backs of his fingers he looked intensely into her eyes. He moved forward as if to kiss her, but instead whispered into her ear, "What do you want to do?"

Autumn looked again toward Miya and Ethan. Ethan had his hands around Miya’s tiny waist and was groping her much in the same fashion that Anthony had done to her in Miya’s kitchen. Autumn, having lost most of her inhibitions several glasses of wine ago, turned to Anthony and smiled shyly. His heart leapt at the gleam he saw in her eyes. He knew that look. He leaned closer; smelling her wine sweetened breath and kissed her gently.

Feeling encouraged by her soft moans Anthony slowly traced a finger along her jaw line, down her neck and gingerly slipped the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders. She made no attempt to stop him. She was putty in his hands, and he knew it. The episode in the kitchen had worked to excite her. She was now turned on beyond belief and would let him have his way.

As the straps of her dress fell off her shoulders, her breasts were now free of any barriers. Though they were smallish, they were beautiful. She wore no bra, and Anthony could see her nipples; hard, pointed and all but begging to be touched. Teasing her flesh with the pads of his fingers, he followed the curve of her breast downward. Ever so gently he brushed the tip of one erect nipple. Her breath caught in her throat as she pulled away.

Immediately her eyes went to the other couple, but Autumn was the surprised one. Miya still sat atop Ethan’s lap, but she was now effectively nude, save for a smallish thong. Her hands were on his knees, her head back and Ethan was cupping her freed breasts, feverishly lapping at each one. Her expensive dress lay in a heap on the floor.

Anthony too glanced in their direction. His cock dancing at the sight of Ethan enjoying Miya’s large tits. When he looked back at Autumn she was grinning. She was more turned on than ever as she watched Ethan fondle Miya. And as Autumn continued to stare at the other couple, Anthony gently cupped both of Autumn’s breasts. He used his thumbs and forefingers, closing them around the pointed nipples. He pinched and began to roll them between his fingers.

Autumn looked down at his hands, then to Ethan who was mimicking Anthony. He too was rolling and pinching Miya’s nipples. She surprised herself by groaning softly. But she was even more surprised when Miya made the same sound, as if in direct response to Autumn.

Anthony was so hard he ached. He was torn between watching his newfound lover discover her voyeuristic side and indulging in his own. While he squeezed her tits, pinching and tugging he stole glances in Miya’s direction. Each time he saw Ethan pawing, licking or sucking at Miya.

The whole evening had been Miya’s idea, and at first he was apprehensive. Explaining Autumn’s naïveté. Her youthful innocence had kept him from showing her his racier side. Joking she corrected him, "You mean your ‘lecherous’ side?" He laughed but agreed.

But what he didn’t tell Miya was that his feelings of apprehension were due mostly to his own jealousy. He would have to watch as another man would touch, kiss and eventually make love to his playmate. They had spoken of just such a thing and Anthony had agreed it would be fun since both shared deep voyeuristic tendencies. But to actually go through with it? He wasn’t so sure about that.

Then Miya reminded him of the gift she gave him for his birthday. The gift of watching her make love to another woman, and eventually, a night of complete and utter debauchery. He had to admit she had handed him one of his fantasies on a silver platter. Could he be so selfish as to not give her hers? No, of course not. The more she spoke about it, the more he warmed to the idea, until he was just as excited and willing as she was.

And here they were, Miya in the hands of the handsome young Ethan. And before him a beautiful, willing and equally as young Autumn. It was at that moment he realized how much he loved Miya. She would do anything for him, and he was not about to disappoint her.

Finally Ethan had had enough; he couldn’t wait any longer. Miya had teased and tormented him long enough. He wanted and needed more than just her rubbing and pressing against him. His cock throbbed almost painfully. He had to have her in any way he could.

He pushed her back slightly and looked into her face. "I’m so hard, baby. I want to feel your lips." His voice was deep and sensual.