John smiled knowing he was having a serious effect on Caila. She then took his hand from under her skirt. Holding his hand. Then she spoke. He smiled at her words knowing where she liked to be kissed in his mind. Both Kris and James had to adjust themselves as she pulled his hand from under her skirt they were sure. Betting that was of the best bouquet from her most delicate flower. They tried not to be obvious trying to see how high the skirt was at during that moment. They watched her like a hawk at that point, more of the condensation falling on her blouse and allowing them to see her curvaceous cleavage. John started to picture doing exactly what she said as she spoke. John smiled as he squeezed her hand. Then she whispered in his ear. He smiled as he then whispered in her ear. Then kissed his ear. He warmed all over as she did that, it had been a while since a woman had been that close or kissed him like she just did.<br/><br/>"That can be arranged, I would like to give your flower the workout that it hasn't had in years and make you feel like the woman that you truly are Caila. You are beautiful, funny and I like what I felt."<br/><br/>He pulled her so that he was kissing her lips. He kissed her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. He ran his fingers down her spine, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them and they could feel the beating of their hearts against each other's chests. His fingers gently ran up and down her spine, coaxing shivers out of her.  It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of alcohol being exchanged in the intermingling of our billowing breaths.<br/><br/>"Are you ready to fulfill some fantasies tonight, I think you are Caila."