Joan #7 part 1, San Diego - Sex Stories

Joan #7 part 1, San Diego

... stroll around the rooftop edge. Joan and her dress were a big hit. As Joan walked by one of the cabanas two young guys came out and started talking to her. Joan went into full flirt mode, flipping her hair, batting her eyes, wetting her lips, hands on hip and touching them on the arm and chest. They kept that up for around ten minutes and then Joan put an arm through each of theirs and led them to our table. Joan did the introductions, "Dick I'd like you to meet Harry and Vic, Harry and Vic meet my husband Dick." I smiled and shook hands with them. Harry was tall, blond haired and quite fit, maybe a San Diego surfer. He wore a Hawaiian shirt, expensive looking denim slacks and very white athletic shoes without socks. He told us he was a real estate agent. Vic was very much the cosmopolitan Californian, dark tan, cropped beard, linen slacks, black linen shirt and open toed sandals. He owned a restaurant and men's boutique. Joan whispered to me, "I already hinted at what we like to do." Harry said, "Why don't you have your food brought to our cabana." We nodded yes. The cabana was sumptuous, several low slung divans that looked straight out of the Ottoman empire, oriental rugs, a table where you sat on the floor and ate Japanese style, a large screen TV and a music system. The walls were set up so that you could see outside but no one could see inside. Our food came and we offered to share it with Harry and Vic. We all sat around the table lotus style. Joan's dress rode up ...

... revealing her luscious thighs and peeks at her bald mound. I casually ran my hand along her legs. Harry and Vic were looking at us expectantly. Joan said she'd like to try one of the divans. She got up and stood in front of a soft table lamp, her brazen nudity in the open. She walked to the divan behind Vic and had to lean on him to get on it. Joan lay on her side holding her head up by her hand and bent elbow, sort of a Cleopatra or Mae West look. She was beautiful, looking like the head concubine in an Ottoman harem. Her silk dress draped elegantly over her curves. Her hair fell softly across her shoulders, her lips crimson and wet. The soft lamp behind her outlining her shimmering body. The three of us were mesmerized. Vic was the first to speak, "Joan, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Joan smiled at him. Harry jumped in with "Joan you are the most desirable woman in the world." Joan stretched pulling her silk dress tight against her curves, her nipples pert. Joan patted the cushions on the divan and said, "Why don't the two of you come up here and sit with me?" Joan gave Harry a passionate, open mouthed tongue twirling kiss. She put a hand on his face and an arm around his neck and leaned into him. She turned to Vic and kissed him with the same passion. Both of them were red faced and their erections were tenting their pants. Joan looked at them, pointed at their hard-ons and said, "Why don't you get out of those uncomfortable clothes?" I said, "Joan why ...