It was a warm summer night. Our friends Joan and Paul came to visit. We always felt relaxed and content in their company. Alice especially liked when they came to visit because she liked them very much.
She felt liberated with them and always liked to fool around. As was customary, Alice asked me to serve our guests. While I was making coffee and cold drinks, they had already started to fool around. Alice always led the conversation. She started to talk about summer vacation.
I heard her talking about our stay in Spain. She described in detail where we were and what we saw. She accentuated the beauty of the beaches and the warmth of the sea. I brought the coffee and cold Coke. They continued to talk about their summer vacation. Paul and Joan talked about where they went, and how their time was spent.
Later, Alice suggested that I could serve all of them some red wine. The gang agreed. She immediately started to joke at my expense because I don’t drink alcohol. The girls settled for pure red wine, and Paul wanted his wine mixed with Coke. Then she asked me to bring out the shirts, skirts, and little dresses she had bought in Spain, to show our guests.
While she was displaying her wardrobe, she talked about all the things you could buy in Spain. Joan asked her to put on one white dress so she could see how it looked on her. When Alice changed her outfit and walked into the living room, Paul and Joan both excitedly commented that it looked nice on her.
“Wow, Alice that dress looks great, only a little too short. Where are you going to wear it?” Joan asked.
“Whatever do you mean? I already wore it at work, and went out in it a few nights ago. Just look how nice the material is, it is very comfy for this heat.” She started to walk around the room and twirled seductively. While she was walking around, she showed off her nice tan.
“Hey Alice, what do your colleagues say when you come to work dressed like that?” they both wanted to know.
“What can they say? They just stare at me and talk nonsense. I don’t pay attention to them anyway. Everybody is looking at me just like this professor of yours.”
Then she turned to face me and said, “Come now; what are you staring at? Like you’ve never seen my tits, legs and ass. You know what? I don’t care, you just keep looking and fantasizing.” Full of herself, she walked out of the room, twirling her body and ass seductively, laughing the whole time.
When she changed back again and came into the living room, she told me, “Come on; don’t just stand there. Put these clothes back in the closet, and put these white sandals back in their place.”
Our guests Paul and Joan were watching what was going on the whole time and they laughed together with Alice.
“No, professor, don’t,” they both said at the same time.
“Sit here. Let’s talk.”
“Let him go, he is used to this. It’s not hard for him. Hey, when you finish with the wardrobe, call the pizza service and order us some pizzas. I am very hungry.” She yelled, still laughing hard.
“See, you will also have pizza for one night. Ha,ha,ha……”
While I was in the room, Alice told me to bring her laptop since she wanted to show the photographs from our summer vacation.
After a few minutes, the laptop was turned on. She was flipping through the photographs and talked about all the places we had been to. Some photographs she paused to look at longer, some shorter. Then she stumbled upon a complete set of very sexy photographs I had taken of her swimming or sunbathing. I noticed she was keeping those photos open longer than the others.
Her ass was in prime view in these photos. While those photos were on the monitor, she kept talking about stores or clothing she saw, or something else. She wanted those pictures to be looked at for a long time so they could enjoy looking at her body. So she stalled and talked about shops. Five to six photographs were displayed for an especially long amount of time where you could see only the front side of her panties. She wanted me to take those pictures so I could, as she pointed out, have a sort of inspiration for our nightly adventures.
When she got out of the water she came to me, lifted her bikini panties up and said “Take my picture. This is a special opportunity for you so don’t go complaining how you’re not getting any. Here, after we get home you will have some inspiration and you can look at my pussy in the bathing suit at night and enjoy.”
Then she pulled them even higher so the cloth dug into her pussy. Since I was sitting in the sand, her pussy was directly at my head level, so I made a few close shots. Those photos were now safely placed on the laptop screen for a few minutes.
During that time, she was telling a story about the house we rented. At the end she only commented.
“Do you see the kind of pictures your professor likes to take? He is really foolish, looking at my pussy the whole time. It seems like it’s constantly on his mind.”
Then she spoke to me.
“Just so you know, you are not the only one obsessed by my pussy, so be careful what you’re doing. I don’t even care anyhow what others are doing or thinking”.
“I live my life doing everything I want. Sleep for as long as I want, go out with my friends whenever I want. Dress how I want. Say anything I want. Hey, anyone who likes it, okay, but whoever doesn’t can just go away. Ha, ha, ha, ha …isn’t that right my dear husband? Come on say it. You like your wife. Tell them what I can do. You know I used to enjoy teasing him and humiliating him, and he took it all in stride, just to be with me.”
“God, when I remember all the stuff I used to do to him. Ha, ha…I simply cannot comprehend why everyone is running after me, chasing me.”
“Go on and tell them what happened at the beach. Admit that everyone on the beach turned to look at me.”
“There were some guys who would stare at my body for like two hours. Well, what can I do? I’m used to it by now. Wherever I go, people just stare at me, and begin talking nonsense, especially the people I work with.”
“Would you tell us about that?” said Joan. “I, for one, am very interested.”
“Well what can I say? I draw a lot of attention from both male and female colleagues. What can I do? It’s not my fault.” She laughed.
“They stick to me, run around me, buy me gifts, and try to please me. They often invite me to be a guest at their homes. Then they try to greet me nicely, and to be good hosts.”
“Let me tell you about what happened to me last summer when I was invited by one of my friends, Isabel. By the way, she was constantly asking me to come for a visit. She used to tell me that she and her husband always wanted to treat me.”