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While we drove through the darkness to their house, Debbie's dress had slid up on her legs, and her left thigh was very exposed by the slit of her dress. John was looking left as he turned and Debbie took my right hand and placed it on her thigh. I could feel her warm skin through her pantyhose and I felt a sort of electric shock. I looked at her, and she was watching my face too. John was distracted, talking about how well Debbie painted and trying to merge onto the freeway at the same time. The wine had loosened my inhibitions and I slid my hand under Debbie's dress and touched her pussy. I felt her hips rise against my hand, and I found that she was so wet she'd almost soaked her pantyhose! I looked at John just in time. He looked at me and asked me if I liked hot tubs. "Sure." I said. He didn't see my hand under Debbie's dress in the darkness and he paid more attention to his driving. I removed my hand, and looked at Debbie. Her eyes were wide and she was breathing very deeply. Her slick moistness was on my fingers and I told her I'd love to look at her paintings before we hit the hot tubs. While she answered I raised my fingers to my mouth and licked her honey from my fingers. Her eyes were riveted on my lips and I smiled. John of course wasn't watching so he didn't know what we were doing. They had a lovely two story house in a new area just outside of town. John said he'd pour some more wine and went to the kitchen and Debbie led me by the hand upstairs to her "studio". Once there, with John making noises downstairs, Debbie pulled me to her and kissed me passionately on the mouth. Her tounge slid past my parted lips and found mine. Her body seemed to burn against me, her hands cupped my behind, fondling them eagerly. I could feel my panties were sopping wet and my tounge followed hers into her mouth. We kept this up until we heard John coming up the stairs. John passed out some rather large glasses of white wine and we sipped and looked at Debbie's art. She was really a good artist. Some of her works were landscapes but most were of people. One amusing one was of two toddlers at the beach, sans any swimsuits, and playing with a large beach ball. John opened a closet door and pulled out what he called his "favorite painting". Debbie blushed a bit and said that John was biased. John turned the painting around and I looked at a self portrait of Debbie, standing and nude, her long blonde hair pulled up by her hands behind her head. It was a stunning piece of work. I looked at her large breasts and nipples and her very blonde pussy. Her legs were gorgeous and trim too. My pussy felt wetter than ever. I looked at Debbie and said that she was so beautiful. She blushed and told John to show her the other one. This was a full length nude of John, with a tremendous erection. I whistled and told John that he made a very good model. "Debbie had to keep me hard while she painted that. And it took her three days!" We all laughed and Debbie blushed slightly. Why was she embarrassed? I felt like she should be proud of her beautiful bod. We talked about painting and of course sex for a while, then John suggested that we take a dip in the hot tub. I was ready, the wine already relaxing me and making me feel a bit wild. Debbie explained that she and John never wore suits in the hot tub, but that I was welcome to wear one of hers (if it would fit that is). We let John go into the tub first while I said I'd like to try on one of Debbie's suits.
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