I'm at a party. There's music and loud conversation, and far too many people for such a small house, but I'm having fun, and the booze is flowing freely. A man keeps glancing at me from across the room. Not staring at me or giving me the once-over, just brief glances. He's good looking, but not my usual type, probably a little over forty years old, with dark hair and gray eyes, a little short, but well-built. At one point, our eyes meet and and my body suddenly feels too hot, my clothes too tight. I glance away, feeling my face burn, knowing that I must be bright red. I've always hated that I blush so easily. It broadcasts my emotions for all the world to see. I turn away from him to retrieve a bottled water from the cooler in the kitchen, and I can feel his gaze prickling the back of my neck as I go.
Throughout the evening he remains on the periphery of my vision. I see him laughing with friends and engaging in animated conversation, but we don't seem to have any mutual acquaintances, so our orbits never overlap. I feel his eyes on me though, the heat of his gaze making me flush, making my nipples stiffen and my flesh tingle. I see the faint smile that curves his lips when he sees the effect that his regard is having on me. At one point I see him start to make his way over to me and my heart beat accelerates. I wonder if I'll be capable of saying anything intelligible to him when he finally manages to wade through the sea of people that separates us. He never makes it. Halfway across the room he is waylaid by a trio of friends who demand that he join them outside for a cigar. I let out a long breath as I watch him make his way to the back porch, trying not to feel too disappointed.
After awhile, the loud music and the press of so many bodies drives me to seek a place where I can sit down for a minute and collect myself. I walk down the hallway, looking for the exit to the porch. As I pass by what I think is an empty doorway, someone in the room beyond reaches out and grabs my arm. I turn back, startled and wary, to see the man from before, the one with the gray eyes and the burning glance. All of my blood rushes to my face, and I open my mouth to say something, but then I close it. I do something that I could never have pictured myself doing, not in a million years. I lean back and press my lips to his. I feel his surprise and his instant response. His hand tightens on my arm and he pulls me into the room, maintaining the gentle pressure of the kiss, as he closes the door behind us. When we're alone together he lets go of my arm and pulls me close to him. He deepens the kiss, opening my lips with his tongue and exploring my mouth. My mind whirls. I've never been kissed so thoroughly before. My body throbs and burns under his touch. His hands start exploring me, sliding down my back and cupping my ass, then pulling me tight against him. I feel his hard cock pressing against my belly and I feel giddy. I make a helpless grinding motion against him, trying to soothe the throbbing ache between my thighs. A part of me still can't believe what I'm doing, but most of me wants nothing more then to be taken. I want him to fuck me. I want him to use me for his own pleasure. I want him to pound me until I beg for mercy.
He breaks the kiss. "Take off your clothes," he says.
I stare at him, my thoughts hazy. "All of them?" I ask.
He smiles. "Yes."
I obey, tossing my purse to the ground, then unzipping my dress and pulling it over my head. I unsnap my bra and let it fall to the floor. Then I kick off my sandals, step out of my panties, and stand before him naked. He's a few feet away, his eyes moving up and down my body. Wherever his gaze lingers I feel my skin grow hot. By the time he finishes his inspection I'm trembling all over, my body wracked with a combination of nerves and desire. He looks into my eyes and a jolt goes through me. "Kneel," he says, and I do, my heart thundering. It seems natural to obey him, and the relief of knowing that he has taken control of this encounter puts me more at ease.
His hands move to unbuckle his belt. He unzips his jeans and pulls them off along with his boxers, stepping out of them easily, along with his shoes. Then he's wearing nothing but a black t-shirt with the Rolling Stones mouth on the front. His cock is huge. Bigger than any other cock I've had the privilege of seeing first-hand. It juts out from between his legs, fully erect and straining towards me. I give a little gasp and my face goes red again. His lips quirk in a smile and he comes very close to me, his cock almost touching my face. He strokes my hair. "You're too cute." He caresses my cheek and I sigh, relaxing a little more, waiting for his next command. Instead, he asks me a question. "Do you want to suck my cock?"
