Paul saw her standing in the corner with a group of people he didn't know. The fact that he didn't know the people she was talking with wasn't unusual; he knew very few people at the party. He was new in town, having moved from Indiana two months before. The party was being thrown by Lance, who Paul worked with. Maybe Lance felt bad for him, having trouble making friends at work, so he'd invited him to this party. Not a drinker, he'd had the same beer in his hand for over an hour.
When he saw her, he recognized her immediately. She was easy to spot with fiery red hair and a megawatt smile that she flashed when one of the girls in her group said something funny. He couldn't take his eyes off her; he'd seen a few photoshoots where she looked super sexy, but she was even hotter in person. Her shirt had a deep cut in the front, and he could make out the curve of her petite tits, all creamy pale. He looked up from her tits to see her staring back at him, having noticed exactly what he'd been staring at. She made a face and he quickly turned away, cursing himself for being an idiot.
Here he'd been invited to a party, and the second he noticed a famous actress present he'd been caught staring at her titties. He made a point of not looking at her again. He milled about, joining and leaving conversations with strangers, occasionally being checked in on by Lance (
How's it going, Buddy; met any cool people tonight?
), and still not making a dent in the warm beer in his hand. He was debating whether to leave and head home when he felt a tap on his arm. He turned to see the redheaded actress by his side.
"Hey there, stranger," she said.
"Um...hi."
"My name's Sadie."
"Yeah, I know. I...well, I recognized you when I saw you earlier."
"You mean when you were gawking at my tits?"
"No, I...uh...I wasn't..."
He didn't know what to say, his brain flashing warning signals.
"It's okay," she said with a giggle. "I took it as a compliment."
They talked for a while. At one point a guy who reminded Paul of Tom Cruise circa 1986 posted up near them, watching over them as they talked. The guy looked angry. Sadie seemed to be pointedly ignoring the man, putting one of her arms through one of Paul's and giggling at something Paul said that wasn't even that funny. Fake Tom Cruise shook his head and stomped away. Only then did Sadie turn to look at the guy, watching as he disappeared outside through a patio door.
"Who was that?" Paul asked. "Am I getting in the middle of something?"
"Don't worry about him. He was my boyfriend up until a week ago."
"He broke up with you?"
She laughed.
"No; I broke up with him. He couldn't keep his dick in his pants, so I told him to fuck off."
"Do I have anything to worry about?"
"No; he's a big pussy."
Sadie smiled.
"I've got an idea," she said. "Come with me."
She didn't give him much of a choice, grabbing his hand and pulling him along as she climbed the stairs to the second floor, where Lance had specifically told Paul no guests were allowed to go. He thought of saying something but didn't. A pretty woman was leading him somewhere, and he was eager to see what she had in mind. Sadie took him into a bathroom and closed the door. They stood in the dark, their breathing the only audible sound for a moment. Then Paul felt her hands unzipping his pants.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked in the darkness.
"No. I broke up with my last girlfriend a couple of months ago, just before I moved here."
One hand snaked down into his boxers, taking hold of his dick. She stroked him slowly but firmly and he quickly got hard.
"Fuck, that feels good," he said.
"I bet this feels even better."
A moment later, he felt something warm and moist envelope his dick, and he realized she'd gotten down on her knees to blow him. He reached down in the dark, realized he was reaching with the hand still holding that stupid beer, and switched to the other hand, finding her head. Paul ran his hand through her thick mane until he was holding the very back of her head. Gently, he pulled her head forward so that his dick went deeper into her mouth. He let go when she gagged. The bathroom light came on, momentarily blinding after the darkness. Sadie had stood up and found the switch.
"Sorry about that," Paul said.
She coughed.
"It's okay," she said. "I just wasn't expecting it, and I swallowed some spit wrong or something."
She turned to the mirror over the sink, fixing her tousled hair. Feeling awkward with his dick hanging out, Paul put it away and zipped back up.
"Did you drive here?" Sadie asked.
"Yeah."
"Great. Let's go for a ride."
She moved past him, leaving the bathroom. Paul set the beer on the counter and followed her, shutting off the bathroom light as he went. Sadie led him out of the house and he showed her to his car, holding the door open for her to let her in.
"Where to?" he asked when they pulled out into the street.
"Just drive."
So he just drove. Sadie opened the window on her side and leaned out slightly, her flaming red hair blowing in the cool night breeze. Paul drove aimlessly, with no destination in mind. After some time in silence, Sadie closed the window, cutting the noise of the wind.
"Do you live nearby?" she asked.
Paul took a moment to get his bearings by looking at a street sign they were passing.
"Uh, about twenty minutes away."
"Why don't we go to your place and finish what we started back in the bathroom."
Sadie reached over and squeezed Paul's leg, sending a tingle through his nether region. Paul made the twenty-minute drive home in less than fifteen, and he showed Sadie up to his apartment.
"Nice place," she said when looking around the place.
Paul was already semi-erect in anticipation; all he could think about was the feeling of her mouth on his prick; he wanted to feel that again, and so much more than that. Sadie excused herself and went into the bathroom. Paul took this opportunity to go into the bedroom and tidy up a bit. When Sadie came out of the bathroom, her shirt was off. She joined Paul in the bedroom, one pink areola peeking out from a navy blue bra.
