At Your Service

At Your Service
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Dave stood up to clear the table and Helen immediately said I’ll help. She didn’t look too steady but off she went. As soon as she had left the room, Mark said that I looked amazing and asked what was under the dress, winking. I just smiled, stood and walked over to the serving hatch. Opened it and poked my head through to ask if they needed any help.

As I did so, I reached behind me and lifted up my dress. As I stood there talking, I suddenly felt a hand on my arse before Mark poked his head through the hatch to join in the chat. I felt his hand roaming all over my bare arse, I opened my legs wider, giving him the green light.

His hand immediately traced its way down my crack, as he ran a finger over my arse. OMG, my whole pussy tingled, and I stood up quickly thinking that I would cum. I walked around to the kitchen but looked back at Mark giving him a wanton look.

I poured some more drinks; Helens was almost fifty-fifty. Let’s get this show on the road I thought and opened the kitchen door At Your Service some fresh air. By the time everything was washed and cleared away, I’d poured us all another drink and Helen was sitting slumped at the island. I took her hand and dragged her into the lounge, turned up the music, and started to dance.

She managed to stumble her way through a couple of songs, leaning on me a fair bit. Then she shocked me, with her hands on my shoulders she told me I looked so sexy and my tits looked just amazing At Your Service. I didn’t know what to say or how to react, but It made my pussy tingle.

Just then, the men joined us again and, as Dave walked in, he fell onto the sofa. Mark laughed saying, “OMG what are these two lightweights like?” as Helen stumbled to the sofa falling next to Dave. Mark and I had a bit of a boogie and within twenty minutes both Helen and Dave were fast asleep.

I looked at Mark saying, “Shall we get these two to bed and then we can carry on if you like?”

“I’d love to, but I’m not sure I could trust myself with you looking like that.”

As I walked to the sofa, I looked back and simply said, “I hope not.”

Mark picked up Helen with ease and carried her At Your Service to their room while I struggled with Dave until they were out of sight and then he ‘helped me.’ As soon as the bedroom door closed, he whispered, “How’s it going?”

“Well, at the hatch he had his hands between my legs.”

“Fuck, I bet you’re wet, babes.”

“Soaked.”

Just then there was a gentle knock At Your Service and Dave flung the quilt over himself and shut his eyes as the door opened. “How is he?” Mark asked.

“Out for the count. What about Helen?”

“The same,” he replied.