Back in the seventies, while England was still swinging like the proverbial pendulum, and parties at home were all the rage, a bloke I worked with heard through the grapevine that the host of an up and coming party had a sister with a body to die for. He'd had many erotic thoughts and dreams of such a girl, and this one, he decided, had to be the one. He realised it was time to seek her out. This was the girl of his dreams and knowing she'd be there, and if those stories were true, he could be in for the time of his life. My colleague, who I will call 'Gary', noted for being somewhat dim, arrived late at the party and by the time he arrived it was already in full swing. The grand house, set in about five acres, was laid back from the main road, and even the front lawn was overflowing with guests.
Once inside, Gary jostled his way through the revellers, and while swaying his hips to the sounds of the throbbing beat, he paused momentarily to ogle the mini-skirted girls gyrating and wiggling their hot bodies all around him. Such visions had him further aroused. His thoughts, though, were firmly set on finding the host's sister. But, since he'd arrived late, there's nothing worse than being the only one sober when everyone else around you is totally blotto. Altering his plans, and putting his hunt on hold for a while, he discretely adjusted his throbbing erection, and headed for the bar to begin putting the matter right.
It was to be about an hour later, after he'd downed enough drink to float the Queen Mary, when he felt confident enough to continue seeking out the host of the party. He needed to do that just to say hi, then sneakily pop the question, asking where his sister was. That task, however, was easier said than done. In the dark, with the disco lights and strobe lighting constantly flashing, and hundreds of partygoers filling the house to bursting point, it was a job to see anything clearly, let alone move.
Not to be too unkind to Gary though, he was a good-looking bloke. However, I have to say that some of his workmates thought he wasn't quite the full bottle when it came to the opposite sex. That was borne out when a half-pissed hot babe with her tits exposed, threw herself at him at the party, asking if he'd like to take her outside. He declined the offer and told her point blank he was looking for someone else. Okay, maybe that was a good thing to do if your heart's set on another, but he hadn't met her yet and didn't even know her name, and indeed may never get to find out. The only way he had any hopes of finding her was to first locate her brother, the host.
Staggering onwards, with his bleary eyes constantly on alert, while tripping over his bell-bottomed jeans, he eventually reached the snack bar and decided to have a bite to eat. Opting for a sausage on a stick and a couple of pickled onions, he caught the eye of a passing nymphomaniac closing in on him.
"Nice sausage, lover boy," she said. "And balls to match I see. How about we go somewhere quiet where I can suck it for you?"
Gary, being the thoughtful type, went all the way and made a move which really surprised her. He picked up another sausage and gave it to her.
"Fucking wanker!" she said.
Unperturbed by her comment, as well as the laughter from a bunch of blokes who'd witnessed the incident, and not even realising it was him they were laughing at, he finished his sausage and wandered off on the trail of the illusive host.
With the party even hotter now, and the music becoming erotic and raunchy, couples began kissing and fondling each other as they danced together in the dark. One girl, wearing a skirt so short it was displaying her knickers, had her bloke's cock out and was holding it for him while they smooched. Not far from those two were a couple of girls dancing together. They were kissing passionately with their hands up each other's skirts. Gary, now nursing another huge erection, couldn't take his eyes from them.
Two girls together is enough to drive any man to lose concentration, and that's what happened to him. For a brief moment he forgot about the special girl he was seeking and put his hand in his pocket to have a feel of his dick. On doing so, he instantly became alarmed when he felt two round squashy lumps. Making it an even worse shock, they came away in his hand and fell onto the dance floor.
Panicking and looking down at them as they rolled away, he sighed with relief on discovering it wasn't his balls that hadn't fallen off, but the two pickled onions he was saving for later. He now realised how pissed he was and attempted to act sober, and if you've ever witnessed a drunk trying to act sober then it's gotta be the most stupid sight imaginable.
Acting sober, and acting it certainly was, and while grinning like a cross-eyed Cheshire cat, he had one last look at the kissing girls and made his way to the bathroom for a nice stiff wank. Reaching it, and whether it was bad, or good luck, would be determined later, the bloke he'd been looking for; John, the host was standing right outside.
"Great party, John," he said, excitedly, shaking him by the hand. "Is your sister here?"
"Yeah," he said. "She's around somewhere, but if you're after screwing her you'd better change your aftershave, mate. It stinks like rotting onions!"
He then pointed out his sister standing with a group of friends.
"The one with dark hair," he added.
Focussing his eyes upon the group of girls, Gary's cock nearly hit the roof! She was everything he'd imagined and more. Tall, tanned, long slender legs, great tits and a fantastic arse. He could barely wait to get to her!
Leaving her brother standing there, he rushed into the bathroom to remove the stinky 'aftershave', forgot about the wank, and with a quick splash of cold water on his face, dried himself off and within five minutes or so, was at the side of the host's sister.
"Hello," he said, almost out of breath. "My name's Gary. I think you are truly beautiful. Would you be so kind to dance with me?"
