Hope you like this one too linousxm ... xxx
We’re strangers at a party given by a mutual friend. We’ve never met and neither of us is aware of how the night is going to end.
I’m wandering from one group of people to another, catching up, the way you do at parties. But it seems that every time I turn around, there you are. Finally I realise what you’re looking at. I’m wearing a skirt with slits up the side, and sometimes when I move you must be catching a glimpse of my stocking tops. So that’s what you like! I start watching you, watching me. I see a good-looking man, about my age, and when I see you talking to other people, I decide I like your smile. ‘Let the game begin’, I think to myself. I keep an eye on you, and when you go to the buffet or the drinks table, somehow there I am. An arm brushing against yours, or a leg pressed fleetingly against you for just a second too long. A little smile of apology. But you know exactly what I’m doing, and finally you say to me ‘Don’t you think it’s time we talked to each other?’ And then I find you have the softest of Welsh accents. I immediately decide that this is a voice I could listen to for hours.
You get us both a drink and we talk about ourselves, our jobs, our homes. I find you so easy to talk to. And I find that I’m being quietly, slowly, turned on. I can feel that lovely warm feeling in my pussy. I’m surprised. This doesn’t happen to me. This usually happens once I know someone quite well and when we’re in a quiet place all on our own.
It starts to get a bit stuffy indoors, and as it’s a warm night, you suggest that we go into the garden for some fresh air. Fresh air, eh? We’ll see!
But you’re right, it is much better outside. There’s a slight breeze, but we seem to be the only one’s out there.
‘They do have a lovely big garden, don’t they?’ I say to you.
‘Yes. As I remember, it’s very long.’
‘It is. And they have quite a few trees at the end.’ I look at you and grin. Oh, I love this game of teasing, pretending!
‘Do they? I don’t think I’ve ever been to the very end of the garden. Will you show me?’ You can barely keep the chuckle out of your voice!
When we get to the end of the garden you say ‘If you go into the trees I don’t think you can be seen from the house. Shall we try and see?’
As soon as we’re in the trees, and out of sight of the house, you take me in your arms and kiss me. Softly, slowly, to start, both of us exploring. Our tongues meet and the kiss deepens. I lean back against a tree. We hold each other tighter, hands starting to wander, more exploration.
Your hands find my breasts, softly squeezing, teasing my nipples through my clothes, making me want to feel your hands on my skin, flesh tingling under your fingers. I reach up and undo my shirt, hands shaking slightly. Your fingers stroke the soft skin of my breasts above my bra, then you reach inside it and your fingers touch my sensitive nipple, making me moan softly. You lift my breast free and your mouth is immediately on my nipple, sucking, tongue licking. It feels so good. My hand on the back of your head, holding you there, wanting you to stay there for ages. Your hand goes to my other breast and lifts that free and then your mouth is tormenting both nipples, going from one to the other, fingers tickling and teasing where your mouth is not. My pussy is throbbing, and I know it must be wet, and my clit getting hard.
My hand fumbles with the zip on your trousers and then slips inside your boxers, finding your cock rock hard, and wet. I rub my fingers over the tip and you shiver and moan.
Your hands reach down and slowly slide up my legs, lifting my skirt. Up and up until you reach my French knickers. You slip inside and gently stroke one finger along my pussy lips. My whole body quivers and I know you can feel it. Your finger slips inside my open lips and finds my hard, wet clit. You rub it so gently, in circles. My hand is sliding up and down your cock and we are both breathing hard, holding on, wanting to cum just from touching.
Then I gently push you away from me, and you look at me with a question in your eyes. Why? But I just smile, and reaching under my skirt I pull off my knickers and put them into your pocket. I place my hands on your shoulders to steady myself, and lift one leg and place it on your hip. You know what I want and you move in close and guide your cock into my hot waiting cunt. It’s as if it was made for it. Your cock goes deep and you hold for a few seconds, just so we can feel each other. My cunt warm and wet around you, muscles twitching slightly, your cock so hard and filling me so completely.
You start to fuck me, slow, deep strokes to start with, your fingers teasing my nipples. Then you’re fucking me harder and faster, the need too great to go slow. We’re looking into each others eyes and the whole house full of people could be watching and we wouldn’t notice. We cum together, my cunt gripping you hard, your cock filling me with your hot spunk. We gradually slow down and finally it’s over and your cock slips out of me and I lean against you and whisper ‘Beautiful’, in your ear. You laugh softly and kiss me gently.
We straighten up and return to the house, with hopefully, no one having any idea what we’ve been doing. We swap phone numbers, and promises to call and meet again. Well we have to meet again - you still have my French knickers in your pocket!