The action on her breast moved from palm to fingertips as she unconsciously pinched and pulled the tender nub up and away from her chest. The middle f...inger of her right hand was slipping and sliding in her little peach slit and the two fingers on either side were lightly grazing the outsides of her fat, juicy pussy lips. “Oh, God!” she cursed to herself, “Where is Daddy Louis when I really need him?” As her fingers moved in more and more seductive motion, she thought back to that short visit. "Neither of us do." I felt her unsnap the button of my shorts, and as she reached for the zipper, I said, softly, "be careful." Be careful? Why — ohhhhh, I see," she said, as I felt a stream of cool air over the top of my exposed cock. "Ed, you are naughty, naughty!"She pulled the fabric of my shorts away from my dick and gently lowered the zipper. My head swam from the sensation as cool air surrounded my cock. Jen pushed the fabric away on each side of my crotch and took my bare cock in her. A western couple also heading for the restaurant passed us, smiling at our happiness. I looked after them: the girl was tall, long-legged, elegant, long hair hanging down her back and—apart from her heels—completely naked. Bob too was enjoying the lovely sight she presented. I brought his attention back to me, wriggling my breasts and pussy against him. “Wouldn’t you like to be like that?” he asked me. “Er, nude, you mean? Completely nude?” I looked at him wide-eyed, hoping that apparent. The band was loud enough that conversation would have been impossible, so I pantomimed popping a beer, and she nodded. I smiled and turned back, only slightly so as to keep those tits in contact and in view, to see where the bartender was. He saw me and I got enough beers to cover everyone at her table, and walked back with her. There were 3 very hot gals at the table, not counting Chris, the one I’d sorta met. She was about 5’ nothin’, blond, green eyes, and what I guessed to be about 36D.