Candace can move some things around.

Back at our hotel room, Piya and I change out of the professional dress clothes we’d been wearing for the meetings and enjoy being alone in our underwear for a while. My eyes wander over Piya’s long lean form as she lies stretched across the bed sideways as she plugs her phone into the charger on her side of the bed. I take in the way Piya’s sheer maroon panties have been swallowed up by her firm bum so that they look closer to a thong than bikini cut knickers.

Unconsciously, or perhaps very much consciously, Piya ever so slightly rolls from one him to the other as she lays flat on the bed, her delectable ass swaying in front of me. As she picks Candace’s number out of the contacts and dials, I move in behind her and take a foot in each hand. I hear it ringing as I start to give her feet a deep stop. Piya letting out a loud, “oow God yes!” in a moan just before Candace picks up.

I only half tune into the conversation as I work on giving Piya a much-welcomed foot massage. She does a good job of staying focused on her conversation without letting out any more moans that would surely draw Candace’s attention to whatever she might assume is going on. It seems Candace had some sort of date organised for tonight that she’s more than happy to cancel on and come have dinner with us.

Sensing the conversation is drawing to a close and having pretty much finished with the foot rub I feel my devilish streak take over and let go of Piya’s feet and instead reach down and take a firm hold of her hips. In one strong pull, I slide her body most of the way across the bed to me so that her legs are on either side of mine and her waist is on the edge of the bed. I lean down and press my bulge between her legs, rubbing myself against her panty clad pussy. Piya for her part presses back against me, raising her ass up off the bed and holding me tight between her hips. Not a moan, gasp or whimper escapes Piya lips as she finalises plans for tonight with Candace at the same time as she rubs her pussy up and along the bulge of my boxers. I actually think I’ll be the one who gives us away as she grinds against me rigorously.

Hanging up Piya turns to her face to look at me, a fierce look of arousal in her eyes, and tells me, “Candace says she’ll be here in an hour to pick us up.”

“Well in that case, if we’ve got an hour,” I say, trailing off as I take the sides of Piya’s panties and go to pull them down.

“It means she’ll be here in half an hour hoping to catch us doing exactly what it is you have in mind,” Piya tells me, her mind already one step ahead of her boundary lacking friend.

And with that Piya performs an acrobatic manoeuvre that presses her crotch back against me one last time, forcing me to take a step back from the bed as she uses the resistance to propel herself forward into a perfect forward roll that ends with her feet coming down exactly on the ground beside the bed which continues into her standing up and walking to the shower in one seamless sequence. My mouth hangs open.

Rushed for time to get ready now, Piya takes the first shower before assuming full control of the bathroom mirror while I have mine after hers. I dress casually but presentable. Piya for her part wears a simple leopard print sundress and golden gladiator sandals. Simply dressed she applies her time to fastidiously applying her make and hair. Dark smoky grey eye shadows and excessively teased hair, the effect is chic and yet punk rock at the same time. I tell her how crazy beautiful she is just as her phone buzzes with an incoming message.

True to Piya’s prediction, Candace is just a few minutes after the half an hour mark but instead of bursting in on us as she has most mornings, she lets us know that she is parked downstairs with the car. Engines running it says before a series of eggplant and water spraying emojis added for effect.

Piya and I make our way back downstairs and out of the lobby of the hotel. At the valet parking area is the same black town car that picked us up for our dinner the other night. However, when the driver’s door opens, out steps Candace in an extremely tight black mini skirt and signature coloured silk blouse.

“Aww look at you two,” Candace calls out to us, “I thought you’d be ‘ugh ugh’ still.” Candace emphasising her sound effects with some exaggerated trusting motions of her hips.

Piya leans in and hugs Candace giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Sorry to disappoint, we’re not a pair of sex-crazed animals after all,” she tells her friends.

Candace lets out a big, “Ha!” in denial before running her fingers against Piya’s frizzed locks. “I love your hair,” she comments.

Turning her attention to me, she hugs me as well. “Well here’s the man who’s quite the mouthful,” she greets me with her now familiar over sexual nature.

“No Charles?” I ask, surprised at Candace being in charge of the chauffeur company’s vehicle.

“No. I gave him a big tip to let me drive now and meet us later tonight to take us home,” she tells us as we all get in the vehicle and Candace pulls out on the Sydney streets.

“I’m even more worried about where you might take us after your choice of restaurants last time. Its not another naked place is it?” Piya asks.

“No, it’s actually where I was going to be meet my date tonight before rescheduling with him,” Candace says.

“I hope we haven’t interrupted anything special,” I say, worried we might be taking Candace away from an important first date or something.

“God no!” Candace insists, “pharma reps are the worst people. I was literally throwing him a bone to get him to stop calling me all the damn time.”

True to her word, the place Candace takes us is a wharf that docks the most beautifully restored wooden sailing boat. Not from the time of Captain Cook and the first fleet but definitely early 1920s perhaps. I can just imagine this magnificent boat being at home on The French Riviera ferrying movie stars to their mansions along the coastline. Candace leads us up to the walkway onto the ship and an entirely dressed waitress. The young girl takes the name of our reservation and leads us to a table of three. There can’t be more than ten tables tops on the deck of the boat. Five along each side giving each dinner what will be an uninterrupted view of the night scenery along Sydney Harbour. The table, chairs and nearly the entire boat made up of glowing warm walnut wood.

Within fifteen minutes of arriving, we are joined by the rest of the dinner guests and as the last group, a middle-aged couple is shown to their table the boat is set free of its moorings and begins to glide off into the crisp Sydney night air. The limited number of tables gives the feeling of intimacy and exclusivity to the well-to-do collection of dinners. The generous spacing between tables means that conversations can flow freely without worrying a misplaced word or two might carry to another table. I can certainly appreciate why Candace might enjoy having the rep take her here if they were going to discuss delicate business.

A handful of extra serving staff emerge from below deck and strike out to each of the guest’s tables. The high staff to customer ratio meaning that service is likely to be extremely quick and attentive. A young waitress with big doe eyes and her hair tied into a short ponytail comes to our table and greets us before handing a menu to each of us. The meal is planned out into five exquisite courses, each stage allowing a choice between two set items.

“Can I start you with some drinks while you make a decision on the menu?” the cute as a button waitress asks.

“Do you have a nice wine?” Piya asks her as her eyes dart along the menu trying to make a number of equally hard choices.

“The best bottle you have,” Candace informs the waitress, “and another in white too.”

The slight girl nods and disappears to place our drinks request.

“Candace! That’s too much,” Piya chides her friend, uncomfortable at the amount of money she would have to be outlaying for this.

“Don’t be silly. The hospital’s paying and if they didn’t say anything about my last expense account, they sure won't about this little one.”

“Mmm well,” Piya murmurs, still not comfortable with the expense.