Everybody Dance Now - Felicity

When the doorbell rang and Holly got up to answer it, she 'accidentally' swept her hand against Dylan's erection. He sucked in his breath as he sat perched on the arm of the couch. His hard cock bounced in recoil.

Standing on the porch were Brad and his wife, Felicity. But she had been bold. Rather than changing once she arrived or covering herself with a large shirt, she was waiting there in her skimpy micro bikini. As Holly welcomed them inside, the men already present turned their heads to ogle Felicity's body while her husband Brad's eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

When Felicity elbowed him in the ribs, he snapped back to reality and somewhat awkwardly handed Holly the box covered with a clear plastic top. She thanked him and then pointed out the guest bedroom where he could undress.

"I thought everyone would be in the pool by now," Felicity commented, her eyes roving back and forth, taking in all the erect cocks on display.

"Silly girl . . . here, sit by Dylan," Holly motion to her previous seat. "Remember how in college we used to go 'skinny dipping' just so we could look at naked boys without having to do anything sexual?"

As Felicity slid onto the cushion next to Dylan, she couldn't help staring openly at his hard cock. His hard cock that was poking up in the air. "Hm, mmm," she nodded.

"Same idea," Holly explained. And then to the rest of the room, she announced, "Look, girls, chocolate-covered strawberries." As she circled the room, offering the treats to the guests, she said to her husband, "Matt, why don't you get Felicity something to drink?"

"Sure thing." He hopped up off the arm of the chair, no longer in the least bit self-conscious about walking around in his current state of arousal. "What would you like? And how about some pizza?"

As Matt was out on the patio getting food and drink for Felicity, Brad made his entrance, his hands cupped over his groin. Crossing as quickly as he could to join Matt, one of the women called out, "What's the matter, Brad? Got something to be ashamed of?"

Stepping up next to Matt, Brad was blushing like he used to do anytime he was in the presence of a girl at college. "What the devil is going on?"

"I have no idea," Matt chuckled, finishing the gin and tonic for Felicity. Heading back inside with Felicity's pizza and drink, he called back over his shoulder, "Just go with the flow and enjoy. . . Go with the flow."

The styrofoam plate entering Felicity's field of vision caused her to look away from Dylan's dick. Only to be confronted by Matt's cock pointing at her. She thanked him and, around a bite of pizza, she asked Holly, "So if we are not swimming, what are we doing?"

"Well," Holly drew out the word while patting the arm of her chair when Brad walked back in from the patio. Remembering what Matt had said, Brad shrugged and plopped down next to her. He was still flaccid, but as his eyes swept the room, including the upper swells of Holly's breasts, he felt a stirring in his loins.

"This whole idea came to me while watching that Glee episode about a Sadie Hawkins Day Dance," Holly let her voice trail off.

Irene jumped to her feet, excitedly taking up on the train of logic. "With the women asking the men!"