After Party

For the first time that night I really looked at her. She and I had been together all evening, but I hadn't quite looked at her. Oh, I knew that she was wearing a blue silk blouse and a knee-length black skirt with black stockings and gold jewelry at her wrist and throat. I knew that her hair was pulled back in a tail and was reddish-brown and as lovely as always.

But I hadn't looked at her. I did so while she was speaking to our last guest, who (finally!) had wrapped up the most boring discussion about sports I had ever tuned out in my life. And as I looked at her, I knew right then that I had fallen in love all over again. Even from the side I could see that sparkle in her eye, the way her hair fell perfectly except that one stray lock that always curled over her cheek. I could see the way she resisted the urge to sway to the music, and I chuckled to myself that I should see something in her that no one else could see. 

We walked our guest over to the door, and with a firm handshake from me and a quick kiss on the cheek we sent him on his way. As the door closed behind our guest, I placed my hands on her waist and pulled her to me so that I could put my arms around her from behind. As I pressed my hard cock against her ass, I touched my lips to the nape of her neck and murmured, "I thought he would never leave." 

Turning toward me with my arms still around her, she smiled. "I wanted your arms around me all night." 

She kissed me, gently at first, and then, surprising me, she slid her tongue in my mouth and massaged my tongue with it. I groaned and said, "Baby, I want you."

She grabbed my tie and led me over to the couch. She sat me down, and then she got on her knees, straddling me, her knees sinking into the cushions. She continued to tongue kiss me, sloppy kisses, her tongue sliding into my mouth and then out to lick her way to my ears. When she started to nibble I let out with a moan, and then I reached for her blouse and started undoing buttons. Slowly, each one carefully undone, I held her shirt open. Her lovely breasts came into view, supported by black lace. As I buried my face between her breasts I reached beneath the blouse to undo the clasp of the bra. Without shoulder straps it pulled away easily.

As I was doing this, she pulled loose the knot on my tie, and then began the same process with my shirt, pulling it out of my pants. I leaned back and I raised my arms so she could pull it off me. But when she raised her arms I said, "No, girl. I want to feel you through the silk." She smiled.

I looked down, and the skirt that had been knee-length had now ridden up to mid-thigh as she straddled me. The tops of her stockings showed. I moved my arms down her back, and when I reached the bottom of the skirt I slid my hands beneath, to feel only bare skin. I looked up at her face, and she smiled. "The thought of me wearing nothing beneath my skirt turned me on all night. I was terrified that someone would notice somehow."

I slid my hands over her bare ass, running my two index fingers between her legs and caressing her soaking pussy lips. She moaned, a low, breathy moan, and she reached for my belt. She fumbled with the buckle for a moment, and then she pulled the belt out of the loops. Laying it over her shoulders, she undid the button on my slacks and slid the zipper down slowly. My cock was peeking out of my boxers, and she smiled to see me hard for her.

She murmured, "Slide a little lower on the couch, baby, and we’ll see what we can do about this."

I smiled to comply, and she took my belt from around her shoulders and, taking one end in each hand, looped it around my shoulders. She slowly slid her dripping pussy over my cock, moaning; and then she leaned back, using the belt to hold her steady. She slowly pushed herself up and down on my cock, riding me slowly, gently.

Our moans sounded together as she increased her pace just slightly. She leaned her chest against me, and I could feel her hard nipples rubbing against me through the silk of her open blouse. I moved my hands to her waist again, and then slid one hand between us to caress her clit with my thumb. She cried out, and I could feel her squeezing my cock with her muscles as she came hard, squirming.

As she calmed, she continued to ride me, this time with increased vigor, and I slid my hand back to her waist. When she slid off my cock, I would shove her back down on it hard; and each time she gasped. With a gasp of my own I could feel myself approaching the point of no return, and she suddenly leaned back, and as I grunted and began to spew, she cried out again, and I could feel her pussy clutching at my cock as she came again. 

She slumped against me, her cheek nuzzling mine as we slowly regained our breath. She murmured gently, "I love you, baby."

I replied, "We should host these parties more often."

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04.02.15