Dinner parties always seemed to be boring to me. For the longest time, we’ve hosted fancy dinner parties at our house, it usually meant going all out, nice food, nice outfits and some friends.
It started out the same as every other time, spent too much on food and booze, busted our butts making the house spotless, just so our friends could come over and leave us with a counter full of dishes. But this last time was a different experience for us.
Our best friends Joe and Stacy showed up together, and Jen, fresh from a breakup, came by herself. Dinner was the norm, typical topics of conversation, business, shopping, gossip, same old stuff, just refreshed. This time Joe and Stacy left rather early, but Jen stayed to help us clean up the kitchen.
Dana, my girlfriend, asked Jen to help her in the kitchen, there was always a lot of dishes to do, and they told me to relax, they would get them done.
“Call me if you need me,” I told them hoping I would never get the call.
“We sure will,” Dana said, “don’t think you are getting off that easy!”
Jen nodded her agreement, and the two girls headed into the kitchen. I sat down on the couch and flipped the TV on. I decided after about twenty minutes that I would play the good guy and check on them, see if they needed any help.
When I walked through the door, I was shocked and extremely turned on by the scene unfolding in front of me. First, Dana was standing in front of the sink, in only her bra, panties and a apron covering her, she wore yellow gloves and looked surprised when I walked in. Jen on the other hand was just in a red bra and panty set, both women glistening from their bodies being wet and sudsy.
When Dana saw me, she told me “sit down and be quiet, we are cleaning up!”
Jen told me “don’t bother us, you can help when we call you over, understand?”
I sat down and just watched, I did what I was told, I didn’t move, at least most of my body, one particular part was already starting to wake up.
I watched as Dana stood in front of the sink and started washing dishes again, Jen came up behind her and massaged her neck softly, playing with her hair and even kissing her bare shoulders softly. Dana dipped her hands into the sudsy water and flung it towards Jen, catching her right in the chest with a handful of suds, the water dripping between her breasts.
“You witch,” she said, “now you are in for it.”
Dana ushered a quick apology, “ok, ok, sorry, truce!”
Jen accepted her apology and wiped the suds from her chest, her breasts glistening under the fluorescent bulbs above her. Jen went back over and kissed Dana’s shoulders, sliding the straps down over her shoulders. Jen stuck her hand into the sink and got a bunch of sudsy water in her hands, then covered Dana’s whole front section, chest, abdomen and even down the apron.
Dana gasped as the water landed all over her, “I though we called a truce?”
Jen pleaded with her, “now we’re even, no more splashing?” The leaned in and kissed each other, “okay, truce!” They both agreed. I was not bothered either way, I was just enjoying the show.
Dana started washing dishes again and Jen stood behind her, massaging her shoulders, Jen looked at me, and then with one hand, unclasped Dana’s bra. It slid down her arms and revealed her breasts to me, they were soaking wet and shinning under the lights. She turned to face Jen, who finished pulling the bra off and throwing it into the sink.
My girlfriend was kind of shocked that this night was turning into this, but I was not unhappy with the events. Jen looked at me, I guess to see if I was still sitting there,...