"I don't think so. She's probably wearing even less herself by now," Leo said, stretching for his wine as Sofia sat up, reaching behind herself to unfasten the zip on the side of her dress.
She said, "I didn't bring another - I'd hate it to get creases."
Leo gasped as she pulled her dress up over her head, revealing a blue and white checked bra lined with dainty white lace, matching her panties. The white of her underwear contrasted with her gentle tan to keep up her very chic appearance.
Sofia smiled down at Leo's temporary loss of breath, and now lifted a knee before straddling his chest.
"Surely we're okay just touching," she said, picking up Leo's own hand to place it on her breathtakingly beautiful body.
"If it's only touching..." he said, following her hand up to lightly skirt over her small but shapely breasts, above and below the soft cotton of her bra, as Sofia now reached for his other hand, urging him to hold both her breasts, touch her, explore her fully.
She smiled, loving his touch, and now leaned forward and over him, so that her wonderfully soft, warm breasts touched down on his face.
Leo breathed in deeply as his mouth and nose pressed delicately against her chest, drawing in her characteristic exotic scent, kissing her gently between her breasts to sample the subtle sweet-savory flavor of her exposed flesh.
Sofia let out a low, quiet sigh and dipped forwards to rub her breasts up over his head, so his face was running down the satin skin of her flat stomach, his kiss turning into a long lick of the tongue.
He kissed her sensually below her breasts, and she began to gently writhe, grazing the cotton of her panties against his stomach, letting out soft moans as she went.
She was so sexy, so elegant and graceful, yet with a raw passion below the surface that hinted at glorious pleasures yet to be had.
"You make it hard for me to control myself," she breathed, as she returned to a seated position on top of him, flicking her hair over her shoulder, gesturing for his hands to support her breasts once more.
"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice filled with awe.
He needed no further encouragement to touch her chest once again, his fingers splaying out over her exquisite curves, but she now gave him a mischievous smile, and now guided his hands down again, behind her, over her lower back and down to her behind as she again laid her breasts down over his face, encouraging him to kiss her there, while her golden hair trailed over his head.
He turned amateur masseur as he coaxed her firm behind, and she settled down again to kiss his mouth, so that they were writhing together, four hands trailing over two bodies, kisses along cheeks and down necks, her golden locks flicked this way and that out of the way of her face, both breathing deep and long to delight in each other's scent while indulging in the flavor of their kisses, and the irresistible sensation of skin gliding against skin.
After indulging their shared craving to simply touch and be touched for a long, long while, Sofia rolled her hips to the side, and now pulled herself back away from him, her hands falling to his belt buckle.
"We should remove these," she said, softly.
Leo helped her unfasten his belt, and his pants, lifting his hips to allow her to pull it down over his thighs.
He said, "Do you think she might be annoyed with me if we don't go all the way tonight?"
Sofia didn't quite get his meaning. "How do you mean? Angry because we don't..."
"If she's planning tonight to be the big first time for me and you, so we can all move on as a group tomorrow?"
Sofia draped his pants over the back of the couch with her dress. "Maybe," she said.
"She might think I'm unprepared, because I chickened out tonight," he said. "She might think I'm trying to make her out to be the bad person, because she went straight ahead and... slept with Marco."
Sofia ran her hand gently down his chest, over his thigh, and up to trace out the shape of his manhood, which lay swollen under his tight lycra boxer shorts.
"I don't think she will," said the French girl, her hands outlining the shape of his cock, reveling in the size of his erection. "But we can just tell them we went the whole way - how will they know we didn't?"
"I guess we could."
"And then if she changes her mind, feels somehow that you betrayed her, even though she's doing the same to you - then you can reveal that we didn't do anything at all."
"Just touched."
"Just touched," she smiled, trailing her hand up his chest now. "And kissed."
She leaned down again, to kiss his mouth, and when she rose again, her bra fell away to reveal her beautiful bare breasts, two handfuls of joy peaked by stiff little pink nipples.
She smiled as she saw him catch his breath, responding involuntarily to the sight she presented for him, and then she was leaning over him again, smothering her breasts over his chest, kissing his mouth as she lifted her leg up to straddle him again, this time pressing her cotton-clad pussy down on his rigid cock.
As she sat up, gyrating on top of him while gently stirring his manhood with her pussy, he reached up to hold her sweet little breasts, coaxing them, exploring them unrestricted.
She said: "Caitlyn's a very lucky girl," and it was clear as she pressed herself down on his cock that she was aiming her complement at his manhood.
"I'm going to have to call her soon," he said.
"Just wait a little bit longer," Sofia breathed, leaning down again, to place her breasts over his face, urging him to take her stiff nipples into his mouth.
He held her waist with both hands as he kissed and licked his way around her breasts, taking each nipple in turn into his hot mouth to tease out her moans, her flesh so soft as it pushed against him.
Then she was kissing her way down his chest, caressing his skin with her breasts, until she was heading for dangerous territory, nuzzling into his abdomen just above the waistband of his boxers, her hand closing over his hardness.
Leo was pulsating with energy, his insides nothing but molten lava as the beautiful French girl acquainted herself with his cock through the thin material of his underwear. As she handled him, and then gently nudged her nose against his hardness, and was actually kissing his cock very slowly through the fabric, Leo found himself increasingly concerned that they wouldn't be able to control themselves - that he wouldn't be able to control himself.
He forced himself to think about Caitlyn, what she might be thinking if she were watching this. Would she be angry, one way or the other?
"What do you think we'll do tomorrow?" he asked her, as though it might distract her from going further, allowing him to avoid offending her by suggesting she stop.
She halted her kisses, and nuzzled her cheek against his hardness, trying to hug his cock.
"We're meeting for drinks at five, no?" she said, looking up at him now with a big beaming smile.
"But after that," he said.
"Well, " she said, running her nose gently along his covered shaft again, "I think we'll see how Caitlyn has done with Marco, and how you have done with me after a nice leisurely day."
"I think we're doing okay," Leo said, hoping that she didn't think he was an idiot in his attempt to delay her, to distract her.
"We're doing great," she said with a devilish look, kissing his hardness again, slowly from the tip down to the base.
"So assuming Caitlyn's doing well with Marco, what do you think might happen tomorrow evening?"
She looked up at him, and asked: "You're saying that we're going to pretend that we've... how do you put it... gone to fourth base?"
Leo smiled, "A home run? Yes, I was thinking we'd be saying that."
"I think..." She said, "I think maybe you'll need some time to be with Caitlyn again."
"Just the two of us?"
"Yes, don't you think?" Sofia smiled, resting her chin on his cock as she looked up at him. "It's been a big step for you two, even if we are only pretending."
"It has been a pretty big step."
"And then, when we're all ready, we'll meet together again, the four of us." Sofia giggled, "We'll have a proper party, right?"
Leo laughed with her, "Right."
Now with her arms straddling his thighs, Sofia tucked her fingers over the waistband of Leo's boxer shorts at his hips, and she was very slowly easing his underwear down, just a fraction at a time. Leo gulped as she revealed the very tip of his bare cock.
"You know," she said, "If we're pretending, we should do our research."
"How you mean?"
His heart was drumming against his chest, seeming almost to be trying to make a bold escape, as she revealed the top inch of his organ, restrained against his body by the elastic in the waistband of his underwear.
She gave him an impish grin, pulling his undershorts down a little further. "When we have our party," she said. "We'll need to seem as though we have actually made love together, no?"
"I suppose."
"So we'll need to be comfortable with each other, won't we? Without our clothes..." He saw her eyes light up as she dragged his boxers down to reveal his full hardness.
He said, "I guess if it seems like a shock to us when we're having our party..."
She nodded, and placed a soft little kiss on his shaft, "Caitlyn will know you didn't go all the way with me."
His cock twitched in response to her touch, making her smile again. She sat up to remove his boxer shorts completely, and Leo allowed her, but now wondered if this was acceptable according to his mental worst-case-scenario.
What if she wanted more? If kissing all over his body was permissible, and if he could lick her breasts and suck on her nipples, how about her kissing his cock? Licking it... slipping the tip inside her mouth...
Somewhere in a hotel on the shore of the Mediterranean, Marco was probably now as naked as he was. It may already have happened a while ago, of course.
Caitlyn lying between Marco's legs as Sofia was now lying between his, her soft hair flowing gently over his thigh as she appraised his goods, then slowly lowered her pretty face to kiss him at the base of his cock, her little tongue slipping out as she tasted the taut skin over his shaft, her lips and nose caressing him as she moved up to the tip, and now licked the purple swollen helmet, her hand gently closing around his erection, lifting it ready to slip his cock inside her hot mouth...
"I... uh..." I think I ought to call her," he said, gently pulling away from Sofia before she crossed the boundary into full oral sex.
"Of course," she said, and he was surprised how calm and gracious she could appear to be, though he was stopping her. "It is probably a good time now."