Back at the pool someone had apparently finished a particularly good joke. The echo of their laughter reached Donna in the kitchen, mingled with the sound of crickets and the chirping of birds. Donna smiled happily. How could she have been so afraid of going to a simple party? It was nice to swim and socialize with her neighbors on balmy summer evenings like this.

It made her horny too. Donna finished preparing the drink for Roy and rubbed her pussy on the edge of the kitchen table. If only he'd been born as horny as she was. Maybe she could get him to give her a good fucking when they got home.

"Well hey there, baby," a drunken man exclaimed behind her, interrupting her thoughts. "What's a gorgeous young thing like you doing all alone in the kitchen?"

Donna turned, then smiled. It was Ted Williams, owner of the house and host of the party. Ted was a short, balding man in his middle-thirties, dressed in sandals and a pair of paint-stained cut-offs. He'd never made a pass at her, and Donna felt safe, even though they were both very drunk.

"Oh, hi Ted," she said cheerily, turning back to the counter to replace the bottles and ice tray. "I was just making a drink for Roy. You know how he is. I'll be back out in half a second."

"Awwww, baby," Ted pouted. "Why don't you make something for me?"

Ted approached Donna from behind, staring hungrily at the rounded cheeks of her ass through the skimpy bikini. Then he shocked her by grabbing her hips and grinding his cock onto her ass in a thrusting, fucking motion.

"Why Ted, you stop that!" Donna exclaimed. The reprimand was only half-serious – she thought he was playing. "You know my husband's only a few dozen yards away!"