Isolde and Alex

"Flush!" says Nathalie triumphantly, laying down her cards.

Ahh, dammit.

Nathalie settles back in her chair. "Let's lose the pants," she days sweetly. "One at a time, losers. You first, big boy."

Alex hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, feeling slightly foolish. He steps out of them quickly, feeling the cool air on his unleashed erection.

"Oh, my!" says Nathalie, smiling and seemingly impressed.

"Now you."

Isolde has gone bright red and her little nipples are taut and full. She bends over and pulls down her tiny blue panties slowly, revealing a thatch of auburn pubic hair that has been carefully trimmed into a neat "v". She looks great. Alex's erection feels even more ****. Who knew that messy Isolde would look so very sexy naked, with her smooth figure and flat stomach?

"Cute, Irish," Nathalie says. "Very cute. Its just a shame we didn't agree forfeits. That bush would come off for a start."

Isolde makes a face and hands Nathalie her panties, now making no attempt to cover herself up. "You win, posh," she says, and sits down in the chair next to Nathalie, face still flushed.

Nathalie is still openly staring at Alex's heavily hanging cock when there is a "thump" outside. Alex goes to the window and peers through the curtains into the dark woods. In the distance the fire by the lake is still burning, but he can't see anything closer to the house. The silhouettes of the trees dance in the wind.

"Must have been a branch falling from a tree," he says finally.

"Talking of branches...." Nathalie licks her lips, still staring at his cock. He blushes.

And then Isolde, unexpectedly, leans over to Nathalie and places a small hand on her breast, teasing her nipple cautiously. Nathalie looks surprised. Before she can speak, the Irish girl has leant in and kissed her straight on the mouth. Passionately.

Alex watches, dumbfounded.