Our Hostess, Jeri
From Torg Adventure
I sat stunned on my barstool for a second. I wasn't sure if the sweetly feminine voice was referring to the spectacle of my wife orgasming beneath the churning water of our new neighbors' jacuzzi, or the sword-swallowing the stacked teen had performed on my raging hardon moments earlier below the patio bar's ledge.
I turned to my left to be greeted by the sly smile of our hostess, Jeri. Her perfect teeth shone brightly as she studied my expression. Her parlor tan made her skin gleam, her Nordic features not giving away her age as she lifted a hand high and set two bottles of beer down on the small bar, releasing her grip on the bottletops.
"Your bottle looked drained as well," she said, glancing down to my lap. ".. So I brought you over a fresh one!"
I followed the direction of her sparkling blue eyes, and realized, to my horror, that my cock was still hanging from the open fly of my walking shorts.
"Oh my God!" I cried softly, sounding suitably apologetic, "I am so sorry!" I reached down with both hands to tuck the guy in and zip up.
"Don't on my account, Steve!" Jeri purred, reaching a hand over to thwart my efforts, her fingers just grazing the still-oozing head of my cock. An electric tingle shot through it, and the big guy jumped in my lap. "You can tell we're a pretty open-minded little community here!"
I looked into the eyes of the statuesque beauty, trying not to stare at the humongous set of knockers that had been bobbling in the flimsy string harness of her bra top since she first addressed me.
"You're not trying to get me drunk, are you, Jeri? One will do just fine!" I then smiled back, reaching for one cold bottle.
"No silly! The other one's for me! Wait, let me get that for you!" she said, swatting my hand from the bottle I was reaching for. "I'm sure you'll appreciate this!"
I watched as she took the bottleneck and slotted it inside her cleavage. She then pressed her trim, but toned, arms towards her ribcage and turned the bottle. Pop! went the released gas and she handed the capless bottle to me. Among other things, my neighbor was a human bottleopener.
"Something I picked up bartending in college. Made for good tips!" she grinned as she prepared to do the same with the second bottle. "Don't worry!" she told me as she spied my intent stare as I watched her do it again. "They're all real! They won't burst!"
As she said that, she twisted the bottle, and the foam began to spew out the necktop and coat the deep crease of her cleavage. I watched, beside myself, as she pushed the glass neck out from between her titties and let it there.
"Dear me!" she smiled as she cocked her head to one side. "I must have shook that one too much when I carried it!" Jeri pushed her cleavage together yet more, leaning closer to me.
"Remind you of anything, Steve?" the tall blonde asked coyly, the white bubbles still atop her shiny skin. "You can clean it off for me, you know. Just give it a little lick."
I could feel her eyes follow mine as I searched for my wife. Lisa appeared to be nowhere in sight.
"C'mon, Steve. Y'know you want to," she coached. "I could feel your eyes burning holes in my clothes just trying to guess at what they looked like naked," she intimated, referring to our first meeting. "Lisa's had her fun, now it's time for you to have a little!" she purred, almost bumping heads with me as she tickled behind my right ear with the tips of her fingernails.
I took a big sip of liquid courage from the amber bottle before me. It made sense somehow now. I buried my head deep, licking and lapping at those grapefruit-sized beauties. I could feel her hand in my lap, stirring my cock with her gentle tugs.
When I could taste the spilled brew no more, I lifted my head from her chest, looked to her for guidance.
"Fuck, that was great, Steve!" she said, flipping the stubs of her nipples through the iridescent material of the bikini top's triangles as she stared me down. "My tits are so sensitive!" She looked around the patio deck conspiratorially and whispered to me.
"Fuck my titties, Steve!" she growled hoarsely. "You can't tell me you haven't been thinking about it!" I felt her tug on my now re-energized cock.
"But where?" I asked, looking around, not really believing what I was getting myself into.
"You leave that to your hostess!" Jeri smiled devilishly as she began to pull me from my seat by the root of my cock.
I could do nothing but follow as Jeri walked me past her husband, who was busy putting the finishing touches on dinner.
"Steve is going to be a dear and help me bring up a couple more cases of beer from the cellar!" Jeri informed him.
Before Tom could respond, the tall blonde pulled me along towards the back door of the house. If anyone noticed her dragging me by my hard-on, they didn't show it.
Will I go through with it ? And where?
