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"All of this lockdown stopping my fun is making me think of past fun times. Would anyone like to hear my experience on a hen do in a Spanish villa?" Yes | |||
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"All of this lockdown stopping my fun is making me think of past fun times. Would anyone like to hear my experience on a hen do in a Spanish villa?" Love too x | |||
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"It was my younger sister’s hen do, I was engaged too but we were waiting another year. So I decided to treat younger sis, a week in the sun in a villa in Spain with 8 of her friends. I knew them all really well, a mixture of single ladies, married and engaged. We arrived at the villa, it was amazing...8 huge bedrooms, a big pool, a well stocked fridge and the sun was shining... what a perfect week Kay ahead!" We were just down the road from the town, so a few of the girls went down to the town to do some exploring for food, wine and bars. The rest of us sorted a bit of the house out before going to our rooms to slip on our bikinis. 4 of us headed out, glasses of wine in hand and started lounging round the pool, sending quick pictures to our other halves to let them know we’d arrived ok... | |||
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"We lay around as the other 4 came back...8 girls sipping wine in our bikinis. The girls reported a good number of bars and clubs. I was excited, hadn’t has a good girls night out in years; with training and settling down. As we lay there gossiping away under the sun we heard some movement in the adjoining villa, it sounded like some guys had arrived, oh no we thought hoping they wouldn’t be too boisterous " We looked through our sunglasses over the low fence between the 2 gardens. I think we all had the same reaction, relief that they seemed to be late 20s /early 30s too, looked a bit classy and all looked very cute...we tried to ignore them as we caught up but I saw a few of the girls having sneaky looks... even the taken ones. I must admit I had a little glance hoping no one noticed through my sunglasses | |||
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"We lay around as the other 4 came back...8 girls sipping wine in our bikinis. The girls reported a good number of bars and clubs. I was excited, hadn’t has a good girls night out in years; with training and settling down. As we lay there gossiping away under the sun we heard some movement in the adjoining villa, it sounded like some guys had arrived, oh no we thought hoping they wouldn’t be too boisterous We looked through our sunglasses over the low fence between the 2 gardens. I think we all had the same reaction, relief that they seemed to be late 20s /early 30s too, looked a bit classy and all looked very cute...we tried to ignore them as we caught up but I saw a few of the girls having sneaky looks... even the taken ones. I must admit I had a little glance hoping no one noticed through my sunglasses" I couldn’t help myself, they all looked in great shape as they messed around in the pool and weren’t being so subtle as they looked across at 8 bikini clad girls. We wondered who of them would crack first...I went to kitchen to get 4 more cold bottles of wine, walking slowly from the pool wondering if anyone of them were checking my ass out. I felt a little bad as I texted fiancé from kitchen, knowing he’d never look at another girl. I sauntered back out again, wine in hand... seeing our group getting tipsier and it was only 3 in the afternoon! | |||
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"We lay around as the other 4 came back...8 girls sipping wine in our bikinis. The girls reported a good number of bars and clubs. I was excited, hadn’t has a good girls night out in years; with training and settling down. As we lay there gossiping away under the sun we heard some movement in the adjoining villa, it sounded like some guys had arrived, oh no we thought hoping they wouldn’t be too boisterous We looked through our sunglasses over the low fence between the 2 gardens. I think we all had the same reaction, relief that they seemed to be late 20s /early 30s too, looked a bit classy and all looked very cute...we tried to ignore them as we caught up but I saw a few of the girls having sneaky looks... even the taken ones. I must admit I had a little glance hoping no one noticed through my sunglasses I couldn’t help myself, they all looked in great shape as they messed around in the pool and weren’t being so subtle as they looked across at 8 bikini clad girls. We wondered who of them would crack first...I went to kitchen to get 4 more cold bottles of wine, walking slowly from the pool wondering if anyone of them were checking my ass out. I felt a little bad as I texted fiancé from kitchen, knowing he’d never look at another girl. I sauntered back out again, wine in hand... seeing our group getting tipsier and it was only 3 in the afternoon!" I topped all the girls up, switching my seat so I could have a good look at the guys; they moved Onto champagne...classy I thought to myself... they were getting more obvious in their perving on us and we were doing nothing to stop them (even without us discussing it)... all of us making sure a lot of flesh was on display... they couldn’t help but look at our boobs (we were all 34dd+ and slim)... | |||
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"We lay around as the other 4 came back...8 girls sipping wine in our bikinis. The girls reported a good number of bars and clubs. I was excited, hadn’t has a good girls night out in years; with training and settling down. As we lay there gossiping away under the sun we heard some movement in the adjoining villa, it sounded like some guys had arrived, oh no we thought hoping they wouldn’t be too boisterous We looked through our sunglasses over the low fence between the 2 gardens. I think we all had the same reaction, relief that they seemed to be late 20s /early 30s too, looked a bit classy and all looked very cute...we tried to ignore them as we caught up but I saw a few of the girls having sneaky looks... even the taken ones. I must admit I had a little glance hoping no one noticed through my sunglasses I couldn’t help myself, they all looked in great shape as they messed around in the pool and weren’t being so subtle as they looked across at 8 bikini clad girls. We wondered who of them would crack first...I went to kitchen to get 4 more cold bottles of wine, walking slowly from the pool wondering if anyone of them were checking my ass out. I felt a little bad as I texted fiancé from kitchen, knowing he’d never look at another girl. I sauntered back out again, wine in hand... seeing our group getting tipsier and it was only 3 in the afternoon! I topped all the girls up, switching my seat so I could have a good look at the guys; they moved Onto champagne...classy I thought to myself... they were getting more obvious in their perving on us and we were doing nothing to stop them (even without us discussing it)... all of us making sure a lot of flesh was on display... they couldn’t help but look at our boobs (we were all 34dd+ and slim)..." I wondered how long it’d take for one of them to come over... my sister (the hen) was definitely getting tipsier too. After an hour of drink and sneaky glances the oldest (he looked) guy off the group came over to the fence...we looked across as if we hadn’t noticed them. He looked so cute and toned. He introduced himself and apologised if they’d disturbed us, he explained they were on a stag and he was brother of the groom. What a happy coincidence I thought to myself... | |||
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"We lay around as the other 4 came back...8 girls sipping wine in our bikinis. The girls reported a good number of bars and clubs. I was excited, hadn’t has a good girls night out in years; with training and settling down. As we lay there gossiping away under the sun we heard some movement in the adjoining villa, it sounded like some guys had arrived, oh no we thought hoping they wouldn’t be too boisterous We looked through our sunglasses over the low fence between the 2 gardens. I think we all had the same reaction, relief that they seemed to be late 20s /early 30s too, looked a bit classy and all looked very cute...we tried to ignore them as we caught up but I saw a few of the girls having sneaky looks... even the taken ones. I must admit I had a little glance hoping no one noticed through my sunglasses I couldn’t help myself, they all looked in great shape as they messed around in the pool and weren’t being so subtle as they looked across at 8 bikini clad girls. We wondered who of them would crack first...I went to kitchen to get 4 more cold bottles of wine, walking slowly from the pool wondering if anyone of them were checking my ass out. I felt a little bad as I texted fiancé from kitchen, knowing he’d never look at another girl. I sauntered back out again, wine in hand... seeing our group getting tipsier and it was only 3 in the afternoon! I topped all the girls up, switching my seat so I could have a good look at the guys; they moved Onto champagne...classy I thought to myself... they were getting more obvious in their perving on us and we were doing nothing to stop them (even without us discussing it)... all of us making sure a lot of flesh was on display... they couldn’t help but look at our boobs (we were all 34dd+ and slim)... I wondered how long it’d take for one of them to come over... my sister (the hen) was definitely getting tipsier too. After an hour of drink and sneaky glances the oldest (he looked) guy off the group came over to the fence...we looked across as if we hadn’t noticed them. He looked so cute and toned. He introduced himself and apologised if they’d disturbed us, he explained they were on a stag and he was brother of the groom. What a happy coincidence I thought to myself..." I caught sight of his wedding ring as I replied introducing us 8, explaining we were on a hen. I grinned as we locked eyes, feeling a surge through me I hadn’t felt in years. He was talking to My boobs and I loved it. As chief bridesmaid I took it upon myself to walk over to the low gate and suggest the 2 groups joined for some fun drinking games before we headed out. Cute best man grinned and nodded agreement... | |||
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"We lay around as the other 4 came back...8 girls sipping wine in our bikinis. The girls reported a good number of bars and clubs. I was excited, hadn’t has a good girls night out in years; with training and settling down. As we lay there gossiping away under the sun we heard some movement in the adjoining villa, it sounded like some guys had arrived, oh no we thought hoping they wouldn’t be too boisterous We looked through our sunglasses over the low fence between the 2 gardens. I think we all had the same reaction, relief that they seemed to be late 20s /early 30s too, looked a bit classy and all looked very cute...we tried to ignore them as we caught up but I saw a few of the girls having sneaky looks... even the taken ones. I must admit I had a little glance hoping no one noticed through my sunglasses I couldn’t help myself, they all looked in great shape as they messed around in the pool and weren’t being so subtle as they looked across at 8 bikini clad girls. We wondered who of them would crack first...I went to kitchen to get 4 more cold bottles of wine, walking slowly from the pool wondering if anyone of them were checking my ass out. I felt a little bad as I texted fiancé from kitchen, knowing he’d never look at another girl. I sauntered back out again, wine in hand... seeing our group getting tipsier and it was only 3 in the afternoon! I topped all the girls up, switching my seat so I could have a good look at the guys; they moved Onto champagne...classy I thought to myself... they were getting more obvious in their perving on us and we were doing nothing to stop them (even without us discussing it)... all of us making sure a lot of flesh was on display... they couldn’t help but look at our boobs (we were all 34dd+ and slim)... I wondered how long it’d take for one of them to come over... my sister (the hen) was definitely getting tipsier too. After an hour of drink and sneaky glances the oldest (he looked) guy off the group came over to the fence...we looked across as if we hadn’t noticed them. He looked so cute and toned. He introduced himself and apologised if they’d disturbed us, he explained they were on a stag and he was brother of the groom. What a happy coincidence I thought to myself... I caught sight of his wedding ring as I replied introducing us 8, explaining we were on a hen. I grinned as we locked eyes, feeling a surge through me I hadn’t felt in years. He was talking to My boobs and I loved it. As chief bridesmaid I took it upon myself to walk over to the low gate and suggest the 2 groups joined for some fun drinking games before we headed out. Cute best man grinned and nodded agreement..." I smiled opening the gate inviting them in, they couldn’t move faster whilst not trying to look too keen. Each sat on a sun lounger next to a girl in a big circle. Looking round there was already some obvious horniness. Mr best man came and sat next to me, which I wasn’t disappointed about. Everyone sat chatting with their neighbour as the booze flowed... | |||
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"We lay around as the other 4 came back...8 girls sipping wine in our bikinis. The girls reported a good number of bars and clubs. I was excited, hadn’t has a good girls night out in years; with training and settling down. As we lay there gossiping away under the sun we heard some movement in the adjoining villa, it sounded like some guys had arrived, oh no we thought hoping they wouldn’t be too boisterous We looked through our sunglasses over the low fence between the 2 gardens. I think we all had the same reaction, relief that they seemed to be late 20s /early 30s too, looked a bit classy and all looked very cute...we tried to ignore them as we caught up but I saw a few of the girls having sneaky looks... even the taken ones. I must admit I had a little glance hoping no one noticed through my sunglasses I couldn’t help myself, they all looked in great shape as they messed around in the pool and weren’t being so subtle as they looked across at 8 bikini clad girls. We wondered who of them would crack first...I went to kitchen to get 4 more cold bottles of wine, walking slowly from the pool wondering if anyone of them were checking my ass out. I felt a little bad as I texted fiancé from kitchen, knowing he’d never look at another girl. I sauntered back out again, wine in hand... seeing our group getting tipsier and it was only 3 in the afternoon! I topped all the girls up, switching my seat so I could have a good look at the guys; they moved Onto champagne...classy I thought to myself... they were getting more obvious in their perving on us and we were doing nothing to stop them (even without us discussing it)... all of us making sure a lot of flesh was on display... they couldn’t help but look at our boobs (we were all 34dd+ and slim)... I wondered how long it’d take for one of them to come over... my sister (the hen) was definitely getting tipsier too. After an hour of drink and sneaky glances the oldest (he looked) guy off the group came over to the fence...we looked across as if we hadn’t noticed them. He looked so cute and toned. He introduced himself and apologised if they’d disturbed us, he explained they were on a stag and he was brother of the groom. What a happy coincidence I thought to myself... I caught sight of his wedding ring as I replied introducing us 8, explaining we were on a hen. I grinned as we locked eyes, feeling a surge through me I hadn’t felt in years. He was talking to My boobs and I loved it. As chief bridesmaid I took it upon myself to walk over to the low gate and suggest the 2 groups joined for some fun drinking games before we headed out. Cute best man grinned and nodded agreement... I smiled opening the gate inviting them in, they couldn’t move faster whilst not trying to look too keen. Each sat on a sun lounger next to a girl in a big circle. Looking round there was already some obvious horniness. Mr best man came and sat next to me, which I wasn’t disappointed about. Everyone sat chatting with their neighbour as the booze flowed..." I was lying down on my lounger looking up at mr. Cute best man as he introduced himself as Phil , telling me about the stag (his brother) and what he was planning on doing in revenge for his stag a few years ago. I got the impression he was a bit older than the rest of us and happily married; I was relaxing in his company as we started plotting games to play on our siblings... | |||
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"We lay around as the other 4 came back...8 girls sipping wine in our bikinis. The girls reported a good number of bars and clubs. I was excited, hadn’t has a good girls night out in years; with training and settling down. As we lay there gossiping away under the sun we heard some movement in the adjoining villa, it sounded like some guys had arrived, oh no we thought hoping they wouldn’t be too boisterous We looked through our sunglasses over the low fence between the 2 gardens. I think we all had the same reaction, relief that they seemed to be late 20s /early 30s too, looked a bit classy and all looked very cute...we tried to ignore them as we caught up but I saw a few of the girls having sneaky looks... even the taken ones. I must admit I had a little glance hoping no one noticed through my sunglasses I couldn’t help myself, they all looked in great shape as they messed around in the pool and weren’t being so subtle as they looked across at 8 bikini clad girls. We wondered who of them would crack first...I went to kitchen to get 4 more cold bottles of wine, walking slowly from the pool wondering if anyone of them were checking my ass out. I felt a little bad as I texted fiancé from kitchen, knowing he’d never look at another girl. I sauntered back out again, wine in hand... seeing our group getting tipsier and it was only 3 in the afternoon! I topped all the girls up, switching my seat so I could have a good look at the guys; they moved Onto champagne...classy I thought to myself... they were getting more obvious in their perving on us and we were doing nothing to stop them (even without us discussing it)... all of us making sure a lot of flesh was on display... they couldn’t help but look at our boobs (we were all 34dd+ and slim)... I wondered how long it’d take for one of them to come over... my sister (the hen) was definitely getting tipsier too. After an hour of drink and sneaky glances the oldest (he looked) guy off the group came over to the fence...we looked across as if we hadn’t noticed them. He looked so cute and toned. He introduced himself and apologised if they’d disturbed us, he explained they were on a stag and he was brother of the groom. What a happy coincidence I thought to myself... I caught sight of his wedding ring as I replied introducing us 8, explaining we were on a hen. I grinned as we locked eyes, feeling a surge through me I hadn’t felt in years. He was talking to My boobs and I loved it. As chief bridesmaid I took it upon myself to walk over to the low gate and suggest the 2 groups joined for some fun drinking games before we headed out. Cute best man grinned and nodded agreement... I smiled opening the gate inviting them in, they couldn’t move faster whilst not trying to look too keen. Each sat on a sun lounger next to a girl in a big circle. Looking round there was already some obvious horniness. Mr best man came and sat next to me, which I wasn’t disappointed about. Everyone sat chatting with their neighbour as the booze flowed... I was lying down on my lounger looking up at mr. Cute best man as he introduced himself as Phil , telling me about the stag (his brother) and what he was planning on doing in revenge for his stag a few years ago. I got the impression he was a bit older than the rest of us and happily married; I was relaxing in his company as we started plotting games to play on our siblings..." We thought it would be good for everyone to introduce each other first... to get to know everyone one better; so we suggested 3 categories...name, relationship status and favourite bit if their body...I wanted to see how tipsy everyone was. We started with the stag, introducing himself as 29, engaged and then he started to think... both me and the best man told him to drink until he gave an answer... so he started to sip his champagne until he said legs. I grinned seeing how red he was. I made my sister go next, 27 also engaged and she blurted out ‘my tits’. Everyone laughed and look... | |||
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"We lay around as the other 4 came back...8 girls sipping wine in our bikinis. The girls reported a good number of bars and clubs. I was excited, hadn’t has a good girls night out in years; with training and settling down. As we lay there gossiping away under the sun we heard some movement in the adjoining villa, it sounded like some guys had arrived, oh no we thought hoping they wouldn’t be too boisterous We looked through our sunglasses over the low fence between the 2 gardens. I think we all had the same reaction, relief that they seemed to be late 20s /early 30s too, looked a bit classy and all looked very cute...we tried to ignore them as we caught up but I saw a few of the girls having sneaky looks... even the taken ones. I must admit I had a little glance hoping no one noticed through my sunglasses I couldn’t help myself, they all looked in great shape as they messed around in the pool and weren’t being so subtle as they looked across at 8 bikini clad girls. We wondered who of them would crack first...I went to kitchen to get 4 more cold bottles of wine, walking slowly from the pool wondering if anyone of them were checking my ass out. I felt a little bad as I texted fiancé from kitchen, knowing he’d never look at another girl. I sauntered back out again, wine in hand... seeing our group getting tipsier and it was only 3 in the afternoon! I topped all the girls up, switching my seat so I could have a good look at the guys; they moved Onto champagne...classy I thought to myself... they were getting more obvious in their perving on us and we were doing nothing to stop them (even without us discussing it)... all of us making sure a lot of flesh was on display... they couldn’t help but look at our boobs (we were all 34dd+ and slim)... I wondered how long it’d take for one of them to come over... my sister (the hen) was definitely getting tipsier too. After an hour of drink and sneaky glances the oldest (he looked) guy off the group came over to the fence...we looked across as if we hadn’t noticed them. He looked so cute and toned. He introduced himself and apologised if they’d disturbed us, he explained they were on a stag and he was brother of the groom. What a happy coincidence I thought to myself... I caught sight of his wedding ring as I replied introducing us 8, explaining we were on a hen. I grinned as we locked eyes, feeling a surge through me I hadn’t felt in years. He was talking to My boobs and I loved it. As chief bridesmaid I took it upon myself to walk over to the low gate and suggest the 2 groups joined for some fun drinking games before we headed out. Cute best man grinned and nodded agreement... I smiled opening the gate inviting them in, they couldn’t move faster whilst not trying to look too keen. Each sat on a sun lounger next to a girl in a big circle. Looking round there was already some obvious horniness. Mr best man came and sat next to me, which I wasn’t disappointed about. Everyone sat chatting with their neighbour as the booze flowed... I was lying down on my lounger looking up at mr. Cute best man as he introduced himself as Phil , telling me about the stag (his brother) and what he was planning on doing in revenge for his stag a few years ago. I got the impression he was a bit older than the rest of us and happily married; I was relaxing in his company as we started plotting games to play on our siblings... We thought it would be good for everyone to introduce each other first... to get to know everyone one better; so we suggested 3 categories...name, relationship status and favourite bit if their body...I wanted to see how tipsy everyone was. We started with the stag, introducing himself as 29, engaged and then he started to think... both me and the best man told him to drink until he gave an answer... so he started to sip his champagne until he said legs. I grinned seeing how red he was. I made my sister go next, 27 also engaged and she blurted out ‘my tits’. Everyone laughed and look..." I grinned as little sister was obviously a little tipsy and letting her guard down... she didn’t stop the stag who was right next to her having a good look. We continued round the group, some married, some engaged, some single. The drink was flowing in the sun, the guys enjoying checking out our bodies wherever we girls spoke. I grinned as it got round to cute best man, wondering what he’d say | |||
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"We lay around as the other 4 came back...8 girls sipping wine in our bikinis. The girls reported a good number of bars and clubs. I was excited, hadn’t has a good girls night out in years; with training and settling down. As we lay there gossiping away under the sun we heard some movement in the adjoining villa, it sounded like some guys had arrived, oh no we thought hoping they wouldn’t be too boisterous We looked through our sunglasses over the low fence between the 2 gardens. I think we all had the same reaction, relief that they seemed to be late 20s /early 30s too, looked a bit classy and all looked very cute...we tried to ignore them as we caught up but I saw a few of the girls having sneaky looks... even the taken ones. I must admit I had a little glance hoping no one noticed through my sunglasses I couldn’t help myself, they all looked in great shape as they messed around in the pool and weren’t being so subtle as they looked across at 8 bikini clad girls. We wondered who of them would crack first...I went to kitchen to get 4 more cold bottles of wine, walking slowly from the pool wondering if anyone of them were checking my ass out. I felt a little bad as I texted fiancé from kitchen, knowing he’d never look at another girl. I sauntered back out again, wine in hand... seeing our group getting tipsier and it was only 3 in the afternoon! I topped all the girls up, switching my seat so I could have a good look at the guys; they moved Onto champagne...classy I thought to myself... they were getting more obvious in their perving on us and we were doing nothing to stop them (even without us discussing it)... all of us making sure a lot of flesh was on display... they couldn’t help but look at our boobs (we were all 34dd+ and slim)... I wondered how long it’d take for one of them to come over... my sister (the hen) was definitely getting tipsier too. After an hour of drink and sneaky glances the oldest (he looked) guy off the group came over to the fence...we looked across as if we hadn’t noticed them. He looked so cute and toned. He introduced himself and apologised if they’d disturbed us, he explained they were on a stag and he was brother of the groom. What a happy coincidence I thought to myself... I caught sight of his wedding ring as I replied introducing us 8, explaining we were on a hen. I grinned as we locked eyes, feeling a surge through me I hadn’t felt in years. He was talking to My boobs and I loved it. As chief bridesmaid I took it upon myself to walk over to the low gate and suggest the 2 groups joined for some fun drinking games before we headed out. Cute best man grinned and nodded agreement... I smiled opening the gate inviting them in, they couldn’t move faster whilst not trying to look too keen. Each sat on a sun lounger next to a girl in a big circle. Looking round there was already some obvious horniness. Mr best man came and sat next to me, which I wasn’t disappointed about. Everyone sat chatting with their neighbour as the booze flowed... I was lying down on my lounger looking up at mr. Cute best man as he introduced himself as Phil , telling me about the stag (his brother) and what he was planning on doing in revenge for his stag a few years ago. I got the impression he was a bit older than the rest of us and happily married; I was relaxing in his company as we started plotting games to play on our siblings... We thought it would be good for everyone to introduce each other first... to get to know everyone one better; so we suggested 3 categories...name, relationship status and favourite bit if their body...I wanted to see how tipsy everyone was. We started with the stag, introducing himself as 29, engaged and then he started to think... both me and the best man told him to drink until he gave an answer... so he started to sip his champagne until he said legs. I grinned seeing how red he was. I made my sister go next, 27 also engaged and she blurted out ‘my tits’. Everyone laughed and look... I grinned as little sister was obviously a little tipsy and letting her guard down... she didn’t stop the stag who was right next to her having a good look. We continued round the group, some married, some engaged, some single. The drink was flowing in the sun, the guys enjoying checking out our bodies wherever we girls spoke. I grinned as it got round to cute best man, wondering what he’d say" He looked at me quickly and winked...35, married and his cock, he replied matter of factly. I grinned feeling a surge within me as he quickly looked back at me. A few of the girls cheered as he made the round more steamy. I couldn’t help but think about his lovely meat, as he turned to me... 29... engaged... showing my ring to the group... and what do you think? I grinned standing doing a slow turn. I loved the guys reaction, some saying my ass, others my tits. I smiled sitting, enjoying having turned the game up a bit... | |||
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"We lay around as the other 4 came back...8 girls sipping wine in our bikinis. The girls reported a good number of bars and clubs. I was excited, hadn’t has a good girls night out in years; with training and settling down. As we lay there gossiping away under the sun we heard some movement in the adjoining villa, it sounded like some guys had arrived, oh no we thought hoping they wouldn’t be too boisterous We looked through our sunglasses over the low fence between the 2 gardens. I think we all had the same reaction, relief that they seemed to be late 20s /early 30s too, looked a bit classy and all looked very cute...we tried to ignore them as we caught up but I saw a few of the girls having sneaky looks... even the taken ones. I must admit I had a little glance hoping no one noticed through my sunglasses I couldn’t help myself, they all looked in great shape as they messed around in the pool and weren’t being so subtle as they looked across at 8 bikini clad girls. We wondered who of them would crack first...I went to kitchen to get 4 more cold bottles of wine, walking slowly from the pool wondering if anyone of them were checking my ass out. I felt a little bad as I texted fiancé from kitchen, knowing he’d never look at another girl. I sauntered back out again, wine in hand... seeing our group getting tipsier and it was only 3 in the afternoon! I topped all the girls up, switching my seat so I could have a good look at the guys; they moved Onto champagne...classy I thought to myself... they were getting more obvious in their perving on us and we were doing nothing to stop them (even without us discussing it)... all of us making sure a lot of flesh was on display... they couldn’t help but look at our boobs (we were all 34dd+ and slim)... I wondered how long it’d take for one of them to come over... my sister (the hen) was definitely getting tipsier too. After an hour of drink and sneaky glances the oldest (he looked) guy off the group came over to the fence...we looked across as if we hadn’t noticed them. He looked so cute and toned. He introduced himself and apologised if they’d disturbed us, he explained they were on a stag and he was brother of the groom. What a happy coincidence I thought to myself... I caught sight of his wedding ring as I replied introducing us 8, explaining we were on a hen. I grinned as we locked eyes, feeling a surge through me I hadn’t felt in years. He was talking to My boobs and I loved it. As chief bridesmaid I took it upon myself to walk over to the low gate and suggest the 2 groups joined for some fun drinking games before we headed out. Cute best man grinned and nodded agreement... I smiled opening the gate inviting them in, they couldn’t move faster whilst not trying to look too keen. Each sat on a sun lounger next to a girl in a big circle. Looking round there was already some obvious horniness. Mr best man came and sat next to me, which I wasn’t disappointed about. Everyone sat chatting with their neighbour as the booze flowed... I was lying down on my lounger looking up at mr. Cute best man as he introduced himself as Phil , telling me about the stag (his brother) and what he was planning on doing in revenge for his stag a few years ago. I got the impression he was a bit older than the rest of us and happily married; I was relaxing in his company as we started plotting games to play on our siblings... We thought it would be good for everyone to introduce each other first... to get to know everyone one better; so we suggested 3 categories...name, relationship status and favourite bit if their body...I wanted to see how tipsy everyone was. We started with the stag, introducing himself as 29, engaged and then he started to think... both me and the best man told him to drink until he gave an answer... so he started to sip his champagne until he said legs. I grinned seeing how red he was. I made my sister go next, 27 also engaged and she blurted out ‘my tits’. Everyone laughed and look... I grinned as little sister was obviously a little tipsy and letting her guard down... she didn’t stop the stag who was right next to her having a good look. We continued round the group, some married, some engaged, some single. The drink was flowing in the sun, the guys enjoying checking out our bodies wherever we girls spoke. I grinned as it got round to cute best man, wondering what he’d say He looked at me quickly and winked...35, married and his cock, he replied matter of factly. I grinned feeling a surge within me as he quickly looked back at me. A few of the girls cheered as he made the round more steamy. I couldn’t help but think about his lovely meat, as he turned to me... 29... engaged... showing my ring to the group... and what do you think? I grinned standing doing a slow turn. I loved the guys reaction, some saying my ass, others my tits. I smiled sitting, enjoying having turned the game up a bit..." Everyone was looking expectantly at us as organisers to come up with the next game...I sat up and moved close to cute mr best man ...boobs pressed against him, I loved the feeling. We grinned as we debated, maybe truth or dare I asked the group; they all nodded. I popped back to the kitchen to get more drinks making sure that he got a long look at my ass as I walked away. Checking my phone, fiancé had messaged... texting him back I thought it best not to tell him we had joined with a group of 8 guys...! | |||
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"We lay around as the other 4 came back...8 girls sipping wine in our bikinis. The girls reported a good number of bars and clubs. I was excited, hadn’t has a good girls night out in years; with training and settling down. As we lay there gossiping away under the sun we heard some movement in the adjoining villa, it sounded like some guys had arrived, oh no we thought hoping they wouldn’t be too boisterous We looked through our sunglasses over the low fence between the 2 gardens. I think we all had the same reaction, relief that they seemed to be late 20s /early 30s too, looked a bit classy and all looked very cute...we tried to ignore them as we caught up but I saw a few of the girls having sneaky looks... even the taken ones. I must admit I had a little glance hoping no one noticed through my sunglasses I couldn’t help myself, they all looked in great shape as they messed around in the pool and weren’t being so subtle as they looked across at 8 bikini clad girls. We wondered who of them would crack first...I went to kitchen to get 4 more cold bottles of wine, walking slowly from the pool wondering if anyone of them were checking my ass out. I felt a little bad as I texted fiancé from kitchen, knowing he’d never look at another girl. I sauntered back out again, wine in hand... seeing our group getting tipsier and it was only 3 in the afternoon! I topped all the girls up, switching my seat so I could have a good look at the guys; they moved Onto champagne...classy I thought to myself... they were getting more obvious in their perving on us and we were doing nothing to stop them (even without us discussing it)... all of us making sure a lot of flesh was on display... they couldn’t help but look at our boobs (we were all 34dd+ and slim)... I wondered how long it’d take for one of them to come over... my sister (the hen) was definitely getting tipsier too. After an hour of drink and sneaky glances the oldest (he looked) guy off the group came over to the fence...we looked across as if we hadn’t noticed them. He looked so cute and toned. He introduced himself and apologised if they’d disturbed us, he explained they were on a stag and he was brother of the groom. What a happy coincidence I thought to myself... I caught sight of his wedding ring as I replied introducing us 8, explaining we were on a hen. I grinned as we locked eyes, feeling a surge through me I hadn’t felt in years. He was talking to My boobs and I loved it. As chief bridesmaid I took it upon myself to walk over to the low gate and suggest the 2 groups joined for some fun drinking games before we headed out. Cute best man grinned and nodded agreement... I smiled opening the gate inviting them in, they couldn’t move faster whilst not trying to look too keen. Each sat on a sun lounger next to a girl in a big circle. Looking round there was already some obvious horniness. Mr best man came and sat next to me, which I wasn’t disappointed about. Everyone sat chatting with their neighbour as the booze flowed... I was lying down on my lounger looking up at mr. Cute best man as he introduced himself as Phil , telling me about the stag (his brother) and what he was planning on doing in revenge for his stag a few years ago. I got the impression he was a bit older than the rest of us and happily married; I was relaxing in his company as we started plotting games to play on our siblings... We thought it would be good for everyone to introduce each other first... to get to know everyone one better; so we suggested 3 categories...name, relationship status and favourite bit if their body...I wanted to see how tipsy everyone was. We started with the stag, introducing himself as 29, engaged and then he started to think... both me and the best man told him to drink until he gave an answer... so he started to sip his champagne until he said legs. I grinned seeing how red he was. I made my sister go next, 27 also engaged and she blurted out ‘my tits’. Everyone laughed and look... I grinned as little sister was obviously a little tipsy and letting her guard down... she didn’t stop the stag who was right next to her having a good look. We continued round the group, some married, some engaged, some single. The drink was flowing in the sun, the guys enjoying checking out our bodies wherever we girls spoke. I grinned as it got round to cute best man, wondering what he’d say He looked at me quickly and winked...35, married and his cock, he replied matter of factly. I grinned feeling a surge within me as he quickly looked back at me. A few of the girls cheered as he made the round more steamy. I couldn’t help but think about his lovely meat, as he turned to me... 29... engaged... showing my ring to the group... and what do you think? I grinned standing doing a slow turn. I loved the guys reaction, some saying my ass, others my tits. I smiled sitting, enjoying having turned the game up a bit... Everyone was looking expectantly at us as organisers to come up with the next game...I sat up and moved close to cute mr best man ...boobs pressed against him, I loved the feeling. We grinned as we debated, maybe truth or dare I asked the group; they all nodded. I popped back to the kitchen to get more drinks making sure that he got a long look at my ass as I walked away. Checking my phone, fiancé had messaged... texting him back I thought it best not to tell him we had joined with a group of 8 guys...!" | |||
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"We lay around as the other 4 came back...8 girls sipping wine in our bikinis. The girls reported a good number of bars and clubs. I was excited, hadn’t has a good girls night out in years; with training and settling down. As we lay there gossiping away under the sun we heard some movement in the adjoining villa, it sounded like some guys had arrived, oh no we thought hoping they wouldn’t be too boisterous We looked through our sunglasses over the low fence between the 2 gardens. I think we all had the same reaction, relief that they seemed to be late 20s /early 30s too, looked a bit classy and all looked very cute...we tried to ignore them as we caught up but I saw a few of the girls having sneaky looks... even the taken ones. I must admit I had a little glance hoping no one noticed through my sunglasses I couldn’t help myself, they all looked in great shape as they messed around in the pool and weren’t being so subtle as they looked across at 8 bikini clad girls. We wondered who of them would crack first...I went to kitchen to get 4 more cold bottles of wine, walking slowly from the pool wondering if anyone of them were checking my ass out. I felt a little bad as I texted fiancé from kitchen, knowing he’d never look at another girl. I sauntered back out again, wine in hand... seeing our group getting tipsier and it was only 3 in the afternoon! I topped all the girls up, switching my seat so I could have a good look at the guys; they moved Onto champagne...classy I thought to myself... they were getting more obvious in their perving on us and we were doing nothing to stop them (even without us discussing it)... all of us making sure a lot of flesh was on display... they couldn’t help but look at our boobs (we were all 34dd+ and slim)... I wondered how long it’d take for one of them to come over... my sister (the hen) was definitely getting tipsier too. After an hour of drink and sneaky glances the oldest (he looked) guy off the group came over to the fence...we looked across as if we hadn’t noticed them. He looked so cute and toned. He introduced himself and apologised if they’d disturbed us, he explained they were on a stag and he was brother of the groom. What a happy coincidence I thought to myself... I caught sight of his wedding ring as I replied introducing us 8, explaining we were on a hen. I grinned as we locked eyes, feeling a surge through me I hadn’t felt in years. He was talking to My boobs and I loved it. As chief bridesmaid I took it upon myself to walk over to the low gate and suggest the 2 groups joined for some fun drinking games before we headed out. Cute best man grinned and nodded agreement... I smiled opening the gate inviting them in, they couldn’t move faster whilst not trying to look too keen. Each sat on a sun lounger next to a girl in a big circle. Looking round there was already some obvious horniness. Mr best man came and sat next to me, which I wasn’t disappointed about. Everyone sat chatting with their neighbour as the booze flowed... I was lying down on my lounger looking up at mr. Cute best man as he introduced himself as Phil , telling me about the stag (his brother) and what he was planning on doing in revenge for his stag a few years ago. I got the impression he was a bit older than the rest of us and happily married; I was relaxing in his company as we started plotting games to play on our siblings... We thought it would be good for everyone to introduce each other first... to get to know everyone one better; so we suggested 3 categories...name, relationship status and favourite bit if their body...I wanted to see how tipsy everyone was. We started with the stag, introducing himself as 29, engaged and then he started to think... both me and the best man told him to drink until he gave an answer... so he started to sip his champagne until he said legs. I grinned seeing how red he was. I made my sister go next, 27 also engaged and she blurted out ‘my tits’. Everyone laughed and look... I grinned as little sister was obviously a little tipsy and letting her guard down... she didn’t stop the stag who was right next to her having a good look. We continued round the group, some married, some engaged, some single. The drink was flowing in the sun, the guys enjoying checking out our bodies wherever we girls spoke. I grinned as it got round to cute best man, wondering what he’d say He looked at me quickly and winked...35, married and his cock, he replied matter of factly. I grinned feeling a surge within me as he quickly looked back at me. A few of the girls cheered as he made the round more steamy. I couldn’t help but think about his lovely meat, as he turned to me... 29... engaged... showing my ring to the group... and what do you think? I grinned standing doing a slow turn. I loved the guys reaction, some saying my ass, others my tits. I smiled sitting, enjoying having turned the game up a bit... Everyone was looking expectantly at us as organisers to come up with the next game...I sat up and moved close to cute mr best man ...boobs pressed against him, I loved the feeling. We grinned as we debated, maybe truth or dare I asked the group; they all nodded. I popped back to the kitchen to get more drinks making sure that he got a long look at my ass as I walked away. Checking my phone, fiancé had messaged... texting him back I thought it best not to tell him we had joined with a group of 8 guys...!" I came back out to see conversation flowing... there was so much chemistry flowing it was turning me on. I returned to my lounger with mr cute best man, topping his glass up. We clinked our glasses and picked on one of the guys to go first. He asked for a truth...he was one of the single ones, Sarah from our group blurted out “so what do you think my best feature is then?” She looked red as soon as she said it. 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"We lay around as the other 4 came back...8 girls sipping wine in our bikinis. The girls reported a good number of bars and clubs. I was excited, hadn’t has a good girls night out in years; with training and settling down. As we lay there gossiping away under the sun we heard some movement in the adjoining villa, it sounded like some guys had arrived, oh no we thought hoping they wouldn’t be too boisterous We looked through our sunglasses over the low fence between the 2 gardens. I think we all had the same reaction, relief that they seemed to be late 20s /early 30s too, looked a bit classy and all looked very cute...we tried to ignore them as we caught up but I saw a few of the girls having sneaky looks... even the taken ones. I must admit I had a little glance hoping no one noticed through my sunglasses I couldn’t help myself, they all looked in great shape as they messed around in the pool and weren’t being so subtle as they looked across at 8 bikini clad girls. We wondered who of them would crack first...I went to kitchen to get 4 more cold bottles of wine, walking slowly from the pool wondering if anyone of them were checking my ass out. I felt a little bad as I texted fiancé from kitchen, knowing he’d never look at another girl. I sauntered back out again, wine in hand... seeing our group getting tipsier and it was only 3 in the afternoon! I topped all the girls up, switching my seat so I could have a good look at the guys; they moved Onto champagne...classy I thought to myself... they were getting more obvious in their perving on us and we were doing nothing to stop them (even without us discussing it)... all of us making sure a lot of flesh was on display... they couldn’t help but look at our boobs (we were all 34dd+ and slim)... I wondered how long it’d take for one of them to come over... my sister (the hen) was definitely getting tipsier too. After an hour of drink and sneaky glances the oldest (he looked) guy off the group came over to the fence...we looked across as if we hadn’t noticed them. He looked so cute and toned. He introduced himself and apologised if they’d disturbed us, he explained they were on a stag and he was brother of the groom. What a happy coincidence I thought to myself... I caught sight of his wedding ring as I replied introducing us 8, explaining we were on a hen. I grinned as we locked eyes, feeling a surge through me I hadn’t felt in years. He was talking to My boobs and I loved it. As chief bridesmaid I took it upon myself to walk over to the low gate and suggest the 2 groups joined for some fun drinking games before we headed out. Cute best man grinned and nodded agreement... I smiled opening the gate inviting them in, they couldn’t move faster whilst not trying to look too keen. Each sat on a sun lounger next to a girl in a big circle. Looking round there was already some obvious horniness. Mr best man came and sat next to me, which I wasn’t disappointed about. Everyone sat chatting with their neighbour as the booze flowed... I was lying down on my lounger looking up at mr. Cute best man as he introduced himself as Phil , telling me about the stag (his brother) and what he was planning on doing in revenge for his stag a few years ago. I got the impression he was a bit older than the rest of us and happily married; I was relaxing in his company as we started plotting games to play on our siblings... We thought it would be good for everyone to introduce each other first... to get to know everyone one better; so we suggested 3 categories...name, relationship status and favourite bit if their body...I wanted to see how tipsy everyone was. We started with the stag, introducing himself as 29, engaged and then he started to think... both me and the best man told him to drink until he gave an answer... so he started to sip his champagne until he said legs. I grinned seeing how red he was. I made my sister go next, 27 also engaged and she blurted out ‘my tits’. Everyone laughed and look... I grinned as little sister was obviously a little tipsy and letting her guard down... she didn’t stop the stag who was right next to her having a good look. We continued round the group, some married, some engaged, some single. The drink was flowing in the sun, the guys enjoying checking out our bodies wherever we girls spoke. I grinned as it got round to cute best man, wondering what he’d say He looked at me quickly and winked...35, married and his cock, he replied matter of factly. I grinned feeling a surge within me as he quickly looked back at me. A few of the girls cheered as he made the round more steamy. I couldn’t help but think about his lovely meat, as he turned to me... 29... engaged... showing my ring to the group... and what do you think? I grinned standing doing a slow turn. I loved the guys reaction, some saying my ass, others my tits. I smiled sitting, enjoying having turned the game up a bit... Everyone was looking expectantly at us as organisers to come up with the next game...I sat up and moved close to cute mr best man ...boobs pressed against him, I loved the feeling. We grinned as we debated, maybe truth or dare I asked the group; they all nodded. I popped back to the kitchen to get more drinks making sure that he got a long look at my ass as I walked away. Checking my phone, fiancé had messaged... texting him back I thought it best not to tell him we had joined with a group of 8 guys...! I came back out to see conversation flowing... there was so much chemistry flowing it was turning me on. I returned to my lounger with mr cute best man, topping his glass up. We clinked our glasses and picked on one of the guys to go first. He asked for a truth...he was one of the single ones, Sarah from our group blurted out “so what do you think my best feature is then?” She looked red as soon as she said it. He looked her up and down smiling, and said “your boobs look amazing”. I grinned to myself feeling so many hormones flying around..." She blushed... normally Sarah’s quite reserved but she was clearly enjoying the attention. It was her turn next and she asked for a truth too. The guy asked her for his best feature back... she bit her lip as she looked him up and down “well I haven’t seen you all... but your body is pretty fit “ she grinned... and to think she was normally one of the reserved ones! We all grinned though as it was mr stags turn next... | |||
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