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I noticed her almost the moment I walked in the door. Initially it was her costume that attracted my attention, or more accurately her lack of costume. I wasn't sure what it was supposed to be, but that was mostly because there was so little of it. It barely came below her ass, and a nice, tight, round ass it was. For her relatively short height, not more than 5' 5" I guessed, she had rather long legs, and very attractive ones too. She wore sandals that had almost no heel, but her legs still had that sculpted look I love. The outfit had a tight belt that showed off a narrow waist above her curvaceous hips.
However good all that looked, what most drew my gaze were her tits. Say what you will, I'm an incurable tit man, for which I make no apologies. Hers were truly spectacular, and the outfit left little to the imagination. They were very large, especially for her small frame. Globes of flesh that the costume exposed nearly down to her nipples. From where I stood I could easily see the points, which led me to believe she was braless. Even more impressive since without a bra and in spite of their size, no discernible sag existed.
Forgive the fact that I've started with a description of her body before saying what she 'looked' like. She was, in fact, extremely pretty too. Blond hair, shoulder length. Eye color undetectable from my distance, but I would bet blue due to the very fair skin. Little makeup, which is something I always like in a woman. All and all, very nearly a 10!
In spite of all her physical attributes and the costume, which are assuredly what caught my attention in the first place, it was her behavior that had me continuing to observe for quite a while.
But I've gotten way ahead of myself. I said costume, and didn't mean it figuratively. It was a holiday costume party being given by one of my better customers. An annual event he threw for employees, vendors, friends and good customers. I'd been invited in the past, but this was the first time I'd accepted. I'm generally not big on costume affairs. I'd decide to accept this year since Sonia, the woman I'd been in a tight relationship with for many months had been offered a job on the West Coast that was simply too good to pass up. I understood that, and we'd had a very open relationship, but I still missed her.
She'd been gone about four months. We'd stayed in contact. Frequently at first, I even flew out to spend a weekend with her not long after she left. But as these things tend, the contact had been less and less frequent and we hadn't written or talked in several weeks. I'd been out with a few women since, but no one particularly interesting. At least not interesting enough to invite to this party, so there I was, stag.
Frankly, I'd decided to come because I hadn't had a date in a couple of weeks and this party had a reputation for being large and a lot of fun, with many of the attendees, both men and women coming alone. I was hoping I might find someone interesting with whom I might even spend the night. So here I was, in a pirate costume I'd rented because it was comfortable and not really much of a costume. I had the accompanying hat and sword so it was clear what it was, but other than that it was basically a puffy shirt and baggy pants with a pair of boots.
Anyway, one of my favorite things is people watching, so I'd moved to the bar, got a beer and was just sitting observing the sexy blond. As you can imagine, many guys were hitting on her and she was clearly enjoying it. I had no intention of 'getting in line'. Don't misunderstand, at 6' 2" and apparently ruggedly attractive to most women, I have more than my fair share of success, but being one of the panting dogs, sniffing around 'the hot item' in a situation like this just isn't my style.
So I contented myself with watching the action around her and kept glancing around for something else that might be of interest.
There was a DJ and a very busy dance floor and she was really something else. She'd dance with a guy for a dance or two and usually would grind against his crotch before she'd laugh and move on to someone else. She'd even let some of the guys get their hand on her ass, but then she'd put a stop to it and move away. Definitely a hot little cock tease, and absolutely not my type.
Watching her had become increasingly boring and I was spending more time looking for someone that I'd rather invest time in. But like being present at a car wreck, I found myself glancing back to her every now and then.
I finally spotted a fairly tall, willowy brunette, dressed as a nurse. She was attractive, but not what I'd describe as extremely good looking, like the blond was. She also had the 'skinny model' body type. Definitely a feminine figure, but not the nice full bodied, curvy type I tend to prefer. Nevertheless, she seemed to be standing around alone and uncomfortable so I decided to go ask her to dance.
As I headed toward her I noticed the blond nearby. She was trying to pull away from some guy who had her by the arm and was apparently trying to drag her off to sit at a table with him.
"OW! Don't! Let go of me!" I heard her calling out.
It seemed as if no one else in the room was even noticing, maybe because I'd been nursing a single beer so far and there was a lot of pretty heavy drinking going on, or even more likely she'd spread around her teasing to the point that some guy got tired of it and the other guys figured she was getting what she deserved, which was probably true, but still.
You see, I own a beer distributorship, hence the invite to the party. So I've seen way to many folks get in serious trouble from over drinking, and therefore, while I enjoy a drink as much as anyone, I just try really hard never to overdo, especially if I have to drive.
Call me old fashioned, and I am in many ways. I'd even admit to being a sexists and a chauvinist, but it always rubs me the wrong way to see a guy forcing himself on a woman. Don't misunderstand, I can, and do, get plenty rough with a woman. Especially in a sexual way, but never if they really don't want me too. It's surprising how many women do find a little rough treatment to be a turn on.
In any case, cock tease or not, the guy was going over the line and she was NOT appreciating it. I knew I'd probably regret it, but I changed directions and headed toward them.
I came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder, none too gently either.
He spun around.
"I think the lady wants you to let go of her arm," I said in my best tough guy voice.
Now, before you think I like confrontation, I don't. In fact I try very hard to avoid it. And at my size I usually don't have to get physical in a situation like this, but I can handle myself if I have to. I was definitely much bigger than this guy and hoped that was all it would take.
"She ain't no lady, and who the fuck are you anyway? Mind your own fucking business!" he barked drunkenly.
"Why don't you just let her go and go sit down and stop causing trouble, okay?" I said as evenly as I could, but quickly getting very angry.
With that he let go of her arm and started to take a swing at me.
SHIT! I thought as I prepared to block his punch. But I didn't have to. I'd been wrong about no one else noticing.
As he started to swing George grabbed his arm and wrenched it downward.
George works for Henry (the owner of the bar who was throwing the party) as his bouncer. Now if I'm a big guy George is a giant, not gentle when someone pisses him off. I wouldn't want to mess with him. George and I have visited on more than one occasion and I knew any potential problem had just been solved.
"Hey Scott, is this jerk bothering you?" George asked with a menacing smile.
"Not me, but I think he might be bothering the lady here" I replied evenly.
"Ma'am?" George asked in her direction.
"Yes, in fact he was. Thank you" she replied obviously a bit shaken.
"Okay pal, out you go!" said George as he quickly escorted the man to the door.
That was the end of that.
She took a breath and looked up at me, "Thank you. He really was hurting me."
She was even more stunning up close that I'd first thought. I'd been right about the eyes. And from my current vantage point the cleavage was even more impressive too. I was sure I would regret it, but figured what the Hell, as long as I was here.
"Would you care to dance?" I asked softly.
"Very much!" she cooed in return.
The first song was fast, but it didn't keep her from rubbing up against me quite a bit, managing to brush against my crotch once or twice in the process.
To my pleasure, the next song was slow and she melted into my arms without me saying a word. She smelled wonderful and felt even better and I now knew I'd also been right about the bra.
Not surprisingly it wasn't long before she'd worked her thigh between my legs and was doing her best to rub it against my cock. Due to our height difference, she couldn't be very effective at her attempt however. Part of me wanted to squat down some and let her, but mostly I was glad she couldn't achieve her objective since I knew I would have sprouted a hard-on.
I suppose this is as good a time as any to tell you a little more about myself. To cut right to it, I'm what is undeniably well endowed. My cock is about 7 or 8 inches when soft, aroused it grows to nearly 12 and gets quite thick. And it gets hard, rock hard.
Now at first most every guy thinks they wish they were hung like that, but let me tell you, it's as much a curse as a blessing. Don't believe that bullshit about size doesn't matter, it does! But it isn't ALL good. Oh, yeah, it never fails that when a woman first sees, or even feels my cock they get a look of lust. Sometimes there is anxiety or even fear, but ALWAYS the lust is there. When it gets hard the look becomes one of amazement. Most women have simply never seen a cock that big, or even close.
There is part of the old adage that is true however, and that's the part that goes it's not what you have, but how you use it. If I hadn't learned a long time ago how to administer my monster cock gently and with care, I'd have a very sorry sex life I'm sure. I don't. But, having said all that, some women are extremely reluctant to even give it a try. Happily I can say all who have were damn glad they did, but it takes extreme patience on both party's parts and great self-control on mine, most of the time. You don't take a cock like that and just dive balls deep into a pussy for the first time unless you want a woman screaming and running out the door! AND, one of the most frustrating things for me is the fact that most women just cannot handle giving me a decent blowjob, if any at all. I've known a few who could but it petrifies most to even try. Lastly, imagine what anal sex is like. On the rare occasion where a woman is willing to try, I have to be extremely careful not to rip her apart. Most won't hear of it.
Anyway, now you know. And I think the blond, who's name I still didn't know, already had some idea from our dance. The look in her eye was one of curiosity at least.
When the dance ended I asked her if she'd like to go sit and have a drink. She agreed.
Once we were seated and each had a fresh drink I finally got around to finding out what her name was. Callie (rhythms with Sally).
"I'm Scott" I responded.
"Thanks again for the help back there" she said, seeming to be sincere.
I let it pass, for the moment at least.
"I love your costume, but what is it supposed to be?" I went on.
With a very mischievous glint in her eye she responded, "Why I'm a slave girl of course!"
With a chuckle I cleverly (in my mind) replied, "Pirates are very good at capturing slave girls!"
