Walking over to the area where the people were dancing, he gently took her into his arms.

"You're certainly an attractive young lady," he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Hardin," the lovely woman whispered, arching her hips forward and rotating her cunt against his crotch.

"Call me Barry," he croaked.

"Okay, Barry," she whispered, throwing her head back and smiling up at him with teasing eyes, her pelvis pushing harder as she ground her crotch more insistently against him.

Barry smiled as he moved his hand down lower on her back, drawing the lovely young woman still closer, instinctively returning the pressure with his own groin.

As they danced slowly around the pool, their genitals were pressed hotly together.

"You're a good dancer," she whispered rotating her cunt against the hard bulge that was rapidly expanding in his pants.

Barry could feel the moist heat of her aroused pussy burning against him through their clothes.

"That sure feels like a nice big cock," Rhoda giggled, grinding her pussy against it.

"What cock wouldn't be big with you teasing it?" he laughed.

"Barry," she asked in a throaty whisper. "Will you fuck me sometime?"

"Don't worry about Barney," she giggled. "He wouldn't care."

"You seem so awfully young to be married to him," Barry commented.

"Not young enough," she replied.

"What do you mean?"

"He's always sniffing after pissy little teenagers," Rhoda giggled. "The younger the better."

"Then why do you stay with him?"

"Well, he's a fantastic pussy-eater, a fairly good cocksman and he's filthy rich."

"I see," laughed Barry. "That seems to answer my question."

Rhoda continued grinding her hot little cunt against his cock until the music stopped.

"Are you gonna fuck me sometime?" she whispered again and they walked back to join the group.