Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
You ever go to a Memorial Day BBQ and it turns into a real WIENER PARTY? The smell of burgers and hotdogs wafting through the air. I was a little tipsy from rose and my sundress was clinging to my curves. “I’m going to grab another bottle for us,” I called out to my friends as I headed into the garage, desperate for a moment of shade.
The garage was cool and dim, the treadmill and weights lined up against the walls. I made my way to the fridge in the corner, bending down to rifle through for another cold one. Suddenly, I heard the door click shut behind me. I turned around and nearly dropped the bottle when I saw who it was.
Wiener Party!
Three of the neighborhood dads had snuck in – tall, dark and handsome Kyle, scruffy Paul with his perpetual five o’clock shadow, and blonde Brock with his fitness model physique. They were all grinning at me wickedly, their eyes raking over my body.
“Well well well, what do we have here?” Kyle purred, stalking towards me. “All alone at the party?”
I licked my suddenly dry lips. “Just getting a drink,” I managed to say.
Paul reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers grazing my cheek. “We don’t bite…much,” he teased.
Brock pressed up against my back, his hands gripping my hips. “Come on, have a little fun with us. It’ll be our dirty little secret.”
My traitorous body responded immediately, nipples hardening and a flush creeping down my neck. I knew I shouldn’t. It was so wrong. But they were so fucking hot.
“I shouldn’t…” I whispered, even as I arched into Brock’s touch.
Kyle flashed a sinful smile, dropping to his knees in front of me. His fingers found the hem of my dress and quickly yanked it up around my waist. “Oh I think you should,” he growled.
As he pressed scorching hot kisses against the inside of my thigh, I was a goner. I let out a low moan, all my hesitation melting away. It was going to be one hell of a wiener party after all.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248