<strong>Sara<br/>Location: Lounge, near the sofa / being held by Ben<br/>Tag: Ben, Lexa, Brad, anyone else</strong><br/><br/>She smiled when she felt his bulge on her butt through her skirt and his pants.  It was always an appreciated sign to know that she was turning him on.  It felt like he was carrying quite a handful too.  Her hands moved to the tail of his white T-shrit and slipped underneath so that her fingers could trace along beautifully dark skin and toned muscles.  Sparks of excitement lit upon her skin as his large hands explored her body.<br/><br/>Then he scooped her up seemingly effortlessly.  His hand and arm rested securely under her butt and he supported all of her weight as he lifted her face above his head.  From this height she could easily see all of the new people who'd entered.  She was actually surprised at how many new faces there were.  She was surprised that Brad and Lexa had progressed so quickly, had she been kissing Ben for that long?  Her eyes watched Lexa's mouth for a long moment before her attention was regained by the face in front of her.  The man spoke with an accent that made her skin tingle in excitement.  She was about to respond to his question, thinking that she'd been rude not to introduce herself when he pressed his lips to her mouth again.<br/><br/>She giggled appreciatively at his teasing and closed her eyes to refocus on the kiss.  She was rather glad that she had chosen a short skirt as her current position would've been less comfortable in anything longer.  She would've figured out a way to make it work regardless; Ben's muscular frame between her legs was something she liked to think about as she kissed the African man.  Though, she was hoping he'd set her down so she could take his clothes off eventually.