Nothing beats a frat party for some quick and dirty sex with no strings attached.When I arrive, I look for any guy who isn’t currently sucking face ...with a chick, and lock eyes with the first I see. His own eyes go wide as he takes in the ebony goddess before him: thick, curly black hair that falls past my shoulders; strong arms and stronger thighs and ample hips; studded heels that could kill both metaphorically and literally; and a leopard-print bodysuit that leaves just enough to the. ” Sarah said as she turned around to walk away.“Sarah, don’t go. It’s just that I don’t have a swimsuit on.”“Bret don’t worry. You don’t have anything I haven’t already seen before.”Sarah stripped from her shorts and shirt revealing a red bikini. It matched her curly red locks that she was taking out of her ponytail. Then she dove in. We swam together making small talk for about an hour. Then, I suggested making dinner.“Sure, I’d love to have dinner with you. Are you sure it’s not a. "Our male slaves have either run off or been taken by the British," said Mrs. Van S-. "There are a number of chores that need a man's hand." I'm still a bit weak," I said, "but I'll get to them tomorrow, I hope."We dined and I ate well. I sat on the porch some more, smoked a clay pipe that one of the maids found for me and enjoyed the life of leisure. By the time the sun went down, I felt almost myself and took a brisk walk in the fast-fading twilight until my long-idle muscles complained.When. We introduced ourselves and he gave a gentle hug (nice perfume fragrance was emanating from Mahesh). His gaze was moving every now and then towards my boobs, as we were talking about work, health and stuff. Later I realized that top two buttons of my shirt were open (which I undid in-house as it was hot and later left unaware) and my cleavage was visible.I then told him to have dinner in my home, which he initially resisted but agreed later. We then took a cab and both occupied the back seats.