Begin the guided tour

"I think I'm ready for the guided tour," you say.

"Yay," Sara seems delighted to give you a tour. "There's a lot of house to cover, but we can stop anywhere you want to, you know, mess around or check things out or whatever."

"Or whatever," you agree and let your hand fall to the older woman's plump rump.

"Ooh," she pushes her butt back against your hand, "I'd be happy to join you in most of the rooms in the house, although there are a few...well, anyway, let's get started."

She turns around holding out her arms to the large lounge crowded with party-goers talking, dancing, and having drinks.

"I think you're familiar witht he lounge," she says. "It's a good place to hang out or come back to if you need to recharge a little bit."

She gestures to three men and a woman wrapped in towels and sitting on a couch talking. They all look flushed and exhausted, particularly the young lady. Three on one, now there's a challenge.

Sara leads you to a wide hallway with four doors, two on each side of the hall, and at the end you can see it opens out into another large room. The doors on the right side of the hallway are actually doors, the doors on the left are just doorways with heavy velvet curtains hanging over them.

"Bathrooms," Sara gestures to the real doors on the right side. "Some funny business can go on in-"

She's interrupted as two chubby college-age girls, stark naked and giggling, come running out of one of the bathrooms. The girl with short black hair and mini-pigtails chases the slightly taller brunette through one of the curtains on the opposite side of the hall. Sara laughs and gives you a shrug.

"As I was saying, some people do have fun in the bathrooms too, but it's generally discouraged."

"Where did they go?" You ask, gesturing to the lavender curtain they passed through.

Sara leads you across the hall to the red curtain.

"The men only room," Sara taps the wall with a knuckle. "Gay men, curious guys, that sort of thing. You can peek inside, but we're really not supposed to even do that."

You lean down and pull the curtain to one side just enough to peek into the room. It's a fairly large room with gym style benches and futon cushions on the floor. It's dimly lit, but you can see two muscular men having sex on one of the cushions. A young guy is sitting on one of the benches and you can see an older man sucking on the young guy's enormous dick. You pull away from the curtain, not grossed out, but just a little shocked by what you saw.

"That was the weatherman from the local news," you say, a little stunned. "He was blowing somebody."

Sara laughs.

"Yes," she says, "he's always here."

Then she gets very serious, "You don't say a word of that to anyone. We respect privacy at these parties. Trust is key to having fun at these sorts of things."

"Got it," you give her butt another squeeze. "Wouldn't want anyone thinking people here have same-sex encounters or anything."

She looks as if she's about to answer, but you give her a wet open-mouthed kiss to remind her you were just kidding around. A pair of guys walking into the men's room chuckle at your passionate embrace with the older woman as they walk through the curtain.

"Whew," Sara gasps when you let her up for air. "Let's, hmmm, let's continue the tour, I think you'll like the next room very much."