I had anxiously looked forward to this night ever since I won the Playboy lottery [offered only to very long term subscribers] to serve as a waiter at the Valentine's Day party at the Mansion. I knew it would be an exciting night but what actually occurred was far more thrilling than anything I could possibly have imagined!
We "winning waiters" were issued light cream-colored tuxes with gold bow ties and cummerbunds so guests could easily spot us. The chief bartender kept us running, serving trays of drinks to the thirsty guests. The Mansion was noisy and terribly crowded, but about half the guests were gorgeous, scantily-clad women so I didn't complain at all. Sometimes the gals would give me the eye and teasingly brush against me with their big soft boobs! I was having a ball, and I thought the evening couldn't possibly get any better than this. How wrong I was!
Just before midnight as I was rushing back to the bar room for a new load of drinks, I rounded a corner at a half trot – and collided hard with a woman hurrying the other way! She screamed, I shouted, and we went down – hard! But I instinctively grabbed her and twisted so I took the brunt of the fall, with her body landing on top of mine.
She instantly began crying hysterically, and I kept saying over and over, "I'm sorry – it was my fault! Please don't cry! Are you hurt?" And I scrambled to kneel beside her, asking again, "Are you hurt?" Between sobs, she shook her head, "No." So I asked, "Can you stand? Let me help you up."
By now a half dozen people were watching curiously and snickering, but no one came forward to help. I was very embarrassed, and annoyed at that crowd! But for the first time, I recognized her and gasped, "Brande? Brande Roderick? Oh, I'm so
terribly
sorry! Please let me help you get up." She was still crying as I half lifted her to her feet. She grasped me tight, and burying her face in my chest, continued to sob loudly.
"C'mon, Brande, let's get away from these gawkers until you can pull yourself together. I'm really sorry – you're my favorite Playmate and I've always wished I could meet you – but not like
this!
C'mon, let's get away from these jerks – in here."
I opened the nearest door and guided her inside, then closed and locked the door to keep out that annoying crowd. When I looked around, I found we were in a large guest bedroom and bath with a huge bed centered along the opposite wall. There was a love seat right by the door. I steered Brande there and pulled her down beside me, all the time murmuring apologies and soothing words. She leaned against my shoulder, grasped my hand and her crying slowed. I wiped her eyes with my handkerchief, trying not to mess up her makeup any more than it already was. I squeezed her hand gently and continued to murmur apologies, trying to comfort her.
Finally the crying stopped. She looked up at me and asked, "What's your name?"
"Pete," I replied. "I really am thrilled to meet you, Brande – because I never dreamed it could ever happen. But I'd rather not have met you at all – if it meant causing you pain and distress like this."
"Oh, really, Pete, I'm not hurt at all. Thank you for being so attentive and considerate. It just was such a frightening and unexpected shock running into you. On top of everything else weighing on my mind right now – I've been so stressed out all day."
I looked away from her face for the first time and saw that she was wearing a long semi-transparent silver gown, strapless with a deep V neckline and long sleeves. There were only three buttons down the front. It looked like the one in her Playmate centerfold photo!
Also, I began to notice her perfume – it was wonderfully enticing.
I returned my attention to her face and replied, "I'm sorry you're upset about something else. I'm a good listener, and I have a good shoulder to cry on – as you already know! Won't you talk about what's troubling you? It could help to get it off your chest." I immediately regretted the reference to her "chest" – a magnificent chest, for sure! But Brande didn't take offense.
She was silent for a while, and then she began to unburden. Her younger brother and only sibling whom she dearly loved, was a Marine who shipped out early today to Kuwait, clearly on his way to Iraq. She was worried sick about his safety. I got her to talk about him, and she told me about many of the enjoyable times they shared growing up together. Some of these memories brought smiles and even a subdued laughter -- some brought her near to tears again. I tried to comfort her by reminding her that the U. S. Marines were the very best fighting force in the world and had the very best and latest equipment. He'd have lots of tough buddies all around to support and protect him. He was in the very best of hands.
Brande talked on and on, not only about her brother but also her parents and other friends in her life, never once letting go of my hand. I was very pleased that she also told me the fascinating story of how she ended up on the pages of Playboy. And then as Playmate of the Year 2001! It seemed like time stood still, and we must have talked for nearly an hour. At the end, Brande was smiling and laughing lightly.
Then she grew silent. Finally, looking at me she said, "I really like you, Pete. You are such a kind and sensitive man. So understanding and compassionate. You coaxed me out of that terrible depression and self-pitying funk I was in -- I couldn't have picked a better guy to collide with!" And we both laughed.
Then slowly leaning in towards me, she kissed me gently on the cheek.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
"Wow!" I said. "I'll never wash that cheek again!"
Once more, we both laughed. Then she groaned, "Oh, my face must be a mess!"
"Your face couldn't possibly be more beautiful, Brande! You are the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen," I replied.
"Flatterer," she said.
And there was an awkward silence.
Then, looking into my eyes, she tilted her head up and kissed me softly on the lips. It only lasted about five seconds but I could hardly breathe. She drew back a little, still gazing into my eyes, and after a few more seconds, she kissed me again.
This time, her lips were more firm and persistent. Then those lips began to move. Her eyes closed and a very soft moan escaped her. She moistened her lips – and mine -- with her tongue. Then her arms came around me, she pressed herself to me, and our mouths began to devour each other's. I embraced her and moans now came from my throat as well. My cock was already fully hard!
The kiss went on and on, as though neither of us wanted it to ever end – I know I didn't! With her lips never leaving mine, Brande took my hand and placed it gently on her breast. I began to massage it very slowly and tenderly. The nipple soon was rigid and engorged and she kept moaning with the pleasure.
Next her hand dropped to my lap and softly caressed my hard cock, confined uncomfortably in my pants, and my moans became louder, too. And I had even more trouble breathing!
Still, the kissing continued feverishly. Finally, she took her mouth away from mine, leaned back and grasped my shoulders with both hands. We were both breathing heavily. Her chest was heaving – a magnificent sight!
Brande looked into my eyes and whispered, "
I need you to love me, Pete
."
She stood and backed up a few steps. Still looking at me, now with half closed eyes and a sultry seductive look, she slowly unbuttoned the top button. The dress fell away naturally, exposing a silver strapless bra supporting her full breasts. The lowest button was next, revealing a matching silver thong. After a few moments' hesitation, she finally unfastened the last button. Staring intently at me, she let the gown slide to the floor with a rustle.
Brande was now into her enticing Playboy posing mode! She unfastened the center clasp in the front of her bra, and twisting slightly to the side, let it, too, fall to the floor. A gasp escaped me as those magnificent breasts were displayed for me. The aureoles were large and dark and her nipples were already stiff!
Then she turned her other side to me, slipped her fingers under the waist band of the silver thong, bent over very deliberately and slowly slid it down her beautiful long legs until, when below her knees, it fell onto her feet. She carefully stepped out of the tiny garment and stood before me naked, one hand on a tilted hip, the other on a breast and her hips twisting seductively.
Brande backed up languidly until her legs hit the bed, then she lay slowly back on the bedspread, leaving her feet hanging just above the floor. She stayed up on her elbows, looked at me lustfully and said quietly, "Take those clothes off, Pete, and
come make love to me
!"
My head was spinning and I couldn't seem to get enough air into my lungs. I was still sitting on the love seat, staring at this vision of loveliness, probably with my mouth hanging open. But finally I came out of my stupor. I had trouble with the damned bow tie but finally got it off. The cummerbund, jacket and shirt followed quickly. I kicked off my shoes, stripped off the pants, reached down and took off the socks. Then, with my stiff prick tenting in the boxer shorts, I slowly stood and stared hungrily at her.
I was certain this was all a dream and I was going to wake up any second! Finally I slipped off the boxers and walked to the bed. "You're a hard man, Pete!" she said, giggling a little. "Now,
kiss me
"" she whispered.
"My pleasure," I replied and knelt between her legs on the plush carpeted floor. She lifted her feet onto the bed and pushed back a little. Bending her knees, she let her legs fall open, offering me the precious treasure at the junction of her thighs. She began to caress and massage her superb breasts, and still raised up on her elbows, she watched me intently.
I leaned in and inhaled deeply – her pussy scent was so exciting! I rubbed my left cheek slowly and softly along her satiny right thigh, continuing to breathe in her intoxicating essence. I couldn't take my eyes off that gorgeous pink cunt! She had a small patch of short blond hair starting just above her labia, and I ran the fingers of my right hand gently across it, feeling its silken smoothness. Her lips were already spread slightly and weeping with excitement – just like my rigid cock!
I moved my face directly across her pussy and rubbed my right cheek gently along the left thigh, all the while continuing to run my fingers very lightly all over her pussy, barely touching her. Then back to the right thigh, and then back again to the left. Brande was whimpering with frustration and lifting her hips, trying to push her hungry pussy into my face.
I leaned further forward and breathed hot air directly on those engorged lips, causing her to shudder and moan. I did this over and over, all the while caressing those lips very tenderly and unhurriedly.
