I'll never forget the first time I saw Autumn. I was a couple of hours from home at a statewide educational conference for the industry we both work in. I had heard her name in our professional circles, but never actually met her in person.
"Oh man, she's fucking amazing! She's HILARIOUS! I can't believe you haven't met her yet!" were common responses when colleagues found out I didn't know her.
Her reputation was stellar in the industry. She ran her own business, threw killer parties, and could out-curse a sailor.
She definitely sounded like someone I would like.
The first time I saw her, though, I didn't know it was her.
It was around 7 p.m. the night before the conference was to begin. I had arrived at the conference hotel a couple of hours prior and, after checking in to my room, unpacking a bit, etc., I headed down to the hotel bar to see if there was anyone I knew around. I walked through the lobby and could hear what sounded like a decent-sized group of people laughing and having a loud conversation.
I walked into the bar and glanced over to where the noise was coming from and saw a group of about 15 people sitting at two tables which had been haphazardly pulled together. The obvious focus of the group's attention was a stunning woman with a mound of red hair that cascaded in loose and luscious curls over her shoulders, framing her face and piercing green eyes. She had a half-full glass of champagne in one hand and was gesturing wildly with the other hand as she talked. Frequent bouts of genuine and hearty laughter followed many of her comments.
I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. The people at the table kept talking and laughing, but I was having a hard time taking my eyes off her. After a few moments, though, I realized that I recognized a few of the other people sitting at the table.
Encouraged, I paid for my drink and headed over to the table. As I approached, she stood up, drained the rest of her champagne and proclaimed, "Sit tight everyone, I have to pee." She darted toward the nearby restroom and disappeared.
I was captivated by her. She was thin, with long arms and even longer legs. She was TALL. She was at least six feet, and definitely taller than that in her four-inch heels. It was hard to tell with the scarf she was wearing, but it appeared that her breasts were much larger than would typically be expected from someone with her long, thin frame.
She had pale, smooth skin. Her artificially enhanced red hair seemed to flow everywhere and had an unruly elegance. Her long, thin nose -- which might have been too large on another woman -- sat above an exquisite mouth with plump lips that were in an almost permanent expression of wry humor. Her green eyes danced as she talked and she made long, steady eye contact with people as she addressed them. She wore a leopard-print pencil skirt with a white blouse and a black retro cardigan. She wore an array of bracelets, but her fingers were ringless.
She was a dervish of movement, chaotic, but not disturbingly so. She was pure energy.
My friends at the table noticed me as I approached and welcomed me to the table. I ordered another drink from the waitress. The dervish returned and my friends introduced me. Autumn immediately grabbed my hand and shook it.
"I'm Autumn," she said. "I've heard a lot about you! It's really nice to finally meet!"
Her smile was genuine and I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew then, why everyone wanted her attention. And I knew I wanted it, too.
"I think we know a lot of the same people!," she exclaimed. "They tell me you're a good guy to know!"
She rolled off the names of several people I knew. I acknowledged that I did, indeed, know those folks. We joked a bit about the state of the industry in our town, people we know, etc. Basic small talk for a bit. The entire time she made great eye contact and gave killer smiles. She reached out several times to hold my forearm when she laughed at something I said.
Then, she sat in a chair across from me and continued to hold court for another hour or so. I made some aptly witty observations during the conversation and she laughed loudly each time.
"You're fucking hilarious," she shouted at one point. "Get this guy another whiskey!"
I could spend the rest of this entire story just describing what it was like to be in her presence when she was "on" like this. But there is more I want to tell.
Fast-forward a couple of years and after some further encounters at parties and other social events, Autumn and I have struck up a friendship. Not the "hey let's see each other every weekend and hang out all the time" kind of friendship, but one where when we see each other out at the bar on a Friday night, we sit right down at the other's table and spend the evening together. I've met her long-term boyfriend James, whose personality seems totally opposite of hers. He's quiet, reserved, and more subtly humorous. I like him.
That summer, a mutual friend planned a huge Independence Day party at his house and it was well under way when I arrived. Cars lined the street in both directions for a couple of blocks. It was late afternoon and it was sweltering hot. With the heat index, it was over 100 degrees F.
At some point, someone thought it was a good idea to go to Target to buy one of those giant inflatable pools to throw in the backyard so everyone could cool off. No one was in it when I arrived, but by evening, it was full of people in various states of undress.
As it got later in the evening, I was sitting in my boxer shorts, chest-deep in water. Autumn was between me and another friend, Jen. I was drunk, but not overly so. I had stopped drinking about an hour before because I could feel myself getting way out of hand.
That didn't stop anyone else from getting out of hand, though, and things were getting a little hot in the pool as the night continued and more alcohol and other substances flowed. Couples were making out. Several people were completely naked. Autumn was wearing nothing but her bra and matching underwear, though both were now completely see-through from the water. James was sitting at a table a little ways away, but watching.
Autumn and Jen were talking and giggling. Jen was wearing underwear and a t-shirt, but that soon came off, as well. Jen is my age, and one of my good friends. She's short and curvy, but very athletic. She runs 5Ks almost every weekend and has tackled a couple of marathons, as well. She has brown eyes, freckled skin and her straight brown hair is cut shoulder length, though she usually wears it in a ponytail.
It wasn't a surprise to see that Jen's breasts were enormous, but I was surprised at how perky they were. Despite their considerable weight, they perched perfectly on her chest.
It was late in the evening by now. Fireworks had come and gone, though neighbors all around the city were still setting off firecrackers and bottle rockets. Most of the party guests had left, but a few of us more hardcore folks remained.
Jen and Autmum were drinking, giggling, and playfully wrestling. I could see that things were about to start happening, but I stayed right where I was.
And then they were kissing. It happened fast. I knew that Autumn was bi, but I was pretty sure that Jen was straight. Nevertheless, it escalated. Slowly at first. Light kisses led to deeper kisses. Arms around necks became hands on breasts. Bras came off and nipples were sucked.
Autumn knelt in front of Jen, straddling one of her outstretched legs and pushed her back a bit against the side of the pool. And then Autumn had her hand down Jen's panties. Jen was moaning and grinding against Autumn's fingers, holding Autumn's hand down there with her own. Jen's other hand was squeezing Autumn's tit through her bra. They kissed deeply between Jen's moans.
She looked over at me and gave me one of her incredible wry smiles. The two of them together was a thing of beauty. I wanted to join in, but I was afraid it would somehow break the spell.
Autumn worked Jen's pussy hard and she came quickly. They kissed again as her orgasm subsided, and then Jen seemed to come to her senses a bit. Without quite panicking, but obviously embarrassed, she pulled herself away, gathered up her clothes and disappeared through the side gate to find her car.
