The Dinner surprise:
Well, the remainder of my trip was in quiet reflection and a taste of rubber in my mouth from the Johnny. Never mind, I chewed a stick of Wrigleys and was refreshed upon arrival.
Dinner guests: 10, Trudy partnered with a nice chubby man with a penchant for stroking my arm with his index finger and remarking that I reminded him of Julianne Moore. Hmm, that I don't mind.
After dinner, we repaired to the lounge and my short hemline drew his interest even more than my bare arms.
Needless to say, he coaxed me to the verandah for a smoke and as I gazed at the night sky as he lit-up, he stood behind me and began to rub himself again me. I could tell he was rather well hung and being of the licentious type, I turned and began to stroke him in earnest.
His eyes widened and he began to kiss me. He was a nice kisser for large man and as I rubbed him more vigorously, he let out a moan and came inside his nice wool suit.
It was a nice organism for him as he smiled and led me back to the group and proposed to tell everyone that he wanted to marry me. A joke I dare say, but he's loaded and drives a nice sleek motor. I have met him twice since and he has offered me a permanent berth at his Sydney nook. Mainly for fucking, but always after a nice dinner and good Bubbly. X
