Watching her as she sat with her husband, Barry couldn't help but glance down as she slightly spread her legs. His eyes followed her sleek, parted thighs as they extended up between her short dress. When the beautiful redhead parted her legs farther, his eyes traveled along her smooth, naked flesh until they came to a shocked stop.

When he'd expected to get a glimpse of panties, he got a clear, unobstructed view of her little red-fringed pussy. Nervously glancing up at her face, he saw the young woman smiling at him, obviously aware of the effect her bare pussy was having on him.

Coyly closing her legs and standing up, she moved around the table and sat down in a chair next to him. Smiling, she leaned over toward Barry with her elbow resting on the arm of her chair. This gave the man a clear view of her cleavage exposed by the deep, open neckline of her dress. A portion of one of her big crimson nipples was revealed against the soft, white flesh of her lush tit.

"Mr. Hardin," she said, curving her full sensuous lips into a smile. "I understand that you've just returned from South America."

"That's right," he nervously replied, finding himself talking to her tits rather than her face.

Embarrassed, he lifted his eyes to hers, but she was innocently smiling as if she didn't know the effect she was having on him.

"That must be a fascinating place," she continued.

"It is," he murmured, his gaze once more drifting down to her creamy tits. "If you like jungle."

"Where were you in South America?"

"The Amazon."

"D'ya wanta dance?" she asked.

"Sure," he answered, seeing that his wife was already dancing.