I noticed the unmistakable gleam of lust in her eye when Gaius, deciding to get more comfortable, unbuckled his belt and slipped off his tunic, to recline once again, now clad in only his short linen loincloth. I nudged Lucius, who took one look at the leering lady and whispered with an ominous groan that now we were surely in for it! And I am certain that the matron’s attentions would have been lavished upon us, had not she, just at that moment, been diverted by her attending slave. This pretty tousle-haired lad had been kneeling on the floor beside her couch, and was engaged in licking and kissing his mistress’s shapely legs, making his way assiduously from her bare feet along their smooth lengths. And now, providentially, the pleasuring tongue had reached her upper thighs, suddenly causing the lady to gasp and then fall back weakly onto the cushions. Her thick lashes fluttered and her eyes slid closed, her lips curling in delicious ecstasy, as the burrowing head disappeared under the loose folds of her green silk gown. She would be kept busy for some time.
We could safely turn our attention away from our languid hostess and lounge about on the thick silken pillows, giving ourselves up to the tender ministrations of our absent host’s pretty slave girls: nubile wenches, naked to the hips, their svelte loins wrapped in the gauzy folds of the brief loose skirts, which was all they were permitted to wear when serving guests.
Lucius was quite taken with a long-haired girl who moved about us with her flagon of wine; a nicely curved lass with flaring hips and proud, jaunty tits.