It was a large apartment, the owner was a lovely old man, who, as I was a friend of his daughter, Maddie, had invited me to his birthday party. There were quite a large number of guests there. I had been drinking champagne cocktails, and it made me a bit free spirited. The atmosphere was convivial and there were lots of interesting people there. We all enjoyed ourselves, I knew most of the people there, but there were some, a few of whom I had never met before.
Unfortunately, Maddie wasn't able to be there, so I circulated amongst the guests, some who I hadn't seen for a while, and generally enjoyed the atmosphere. Maddie is breathtakingly pretty, so I usually end up with her leftovers, but as she wasn't there, I needed to look for myself. I had received a few compliments about my dress, which I courteously acknowledged. I had chosen to wear a light blue silk cocktail dress, it was knee length with a voluminous wide skirt. Wearing a plain cotton white bra and pantie set, with white Gabriella hold ups. Under the dress I had a full layered double gathered underskirt, multiple tiered, white silk with lace trim. It filled the skirt, gathering between my legs, leaving no opportunity to reveal much of my underwear if I sat down, even with my knees apart. It was heavy to wear, but the movements of the material against my skin, was exhilarating, and the revealing movement of lace at the hems were very provocative in a mildly breathtaking way.
One man in particular found me attractive, he wasn't bad looking, but a bit too persistent, in fact overly so. He engaged in casual conversation with me, and I was polite in my responses to him. Making it clear that I wasn't interested in him. He was a bit overweight, around 5'10" tall. A broad face, beginning to go bald, brown eyes, pale waxy skin, and small feet (I tend to notice things like that). He was wearing slip on shoes, and it disappointed me, I prefer men to wear laced shoes. There was something about the way he looked at me that made me feel a bit uncomfortable. He asked me if I might join him for dinner later in the week, I tactfully put him off. He was nice enough, but he didn't spark my interest in 'that' way. However he seemed to follow me around, I'd shake him off, but he'd reappear at my side and try to engage me in deeper conversation. I was beginning to feel a bit harassed by him as he didn't seem to get the message. To use an Americanism, he was beginning to 'chap my ass' (I think I've got that right). Although he told me his name, it didn't register and I'm ashamed to say I don't remember it.
One of the young men there saw what was happening, he stepped in and without being offensive took my attention, leaving the man who as far as I was concerned, had started to be such a pest, to find someone else to bother.
We talked for a while, moving closer to each other, his name was Frank, but preferred Frankie. He was average in build, carrying a little extra weight, he was around 5'9" light brown hair, and probably the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen on a man. Long dark eyelashes and a smile which lit up his face. Drinking the cocktail's had reduced my level of reserve, so I felt my appetite for him rising. We flirted with me being quite outrageous, and I'm afraid I was a bit direct in my approach to him.
"It's a nice party Lucy."
"I'm enjoying myself Frankie, it's nice to meet someone so engaging as you are."
"You like to be engaged then?"
"There are certain things that I enjoy engaging in."
"That sounds, 'interesting,' what sort of things?"
"Close, private, delicious things, stiff, hard intimate things, I'm sure you know what I mean."
"It's a bit crowded here, and I'd like to talk to you about it a bit more."
"There's no time like the present, what do you suggest?"
"If you're really serious about it, we can meet in the bedroom just down the corridor. If we go separately, it will seem as if we're just going to use the bathroom."
I felt a sudden surge of excitement at his suggestion, a light moistness down below, with my knees trembling at the thought of the secretive tryst in which we were about to engage.
"Yes Frankie, heavens, yes, you go first and get ready, I'll follow in a few minutes."
"Right, I'll see you soon."
"Hurry up, I'm so turned on, I'm dripping for you."
With a smile he turned and made off towards the corridor to the bathroom. As he went, I was distracted by another guest who was a friend of mine, we exchanged pleasantries and agreed to meet up the following weekend. She was going shopping in the West End to some of the top fashion outlets, so it promised to be an enjoyable expedition.
I excused myself, and made for the bathroom myself, pausing in the corridor to look back, making sure I wasn't drawing any undue attention. My dress rustled as I walked, the heavy underskirt brushing my legs, crackling from the friction over my hold ups. All adding to my quickly growing desires.
Along the corridor were several bedrooms on either side. My brief conversation with my friend had captured my attention so I didn't see exactly which room he went into. I thought I knew which one though, so checking behind me once more, I turned the handle and stepped quickly inside. It was dark, so I reached for the light-switch. My hand was intercepted, and I was hauled further into the room, the door quickly pushed closed behind me.
His arms went around my shoulders, pulling me in close, and in the darkness, he kissed me, sending thrills through me. He smelled nice, sort of spicy, wearing a cologne with an undertone of cedar and lime. I spoke to him in hushed tones. The room was completely dark, thanks to the heavy drapes, I wanted to see him, but it wasn't to be, we were both so eager that we couldn't wait.
"We'll have to be quick, before someone misses us."
"Ummm."
Feeling the edge of a bed behind my knees, I willingly fell back onto the firm mattress, pulling my dress up to my waist, static cracking in blue flashes as the silk drew across my stockings. Lifting my bottom so that my dress and underskirt gathered up and around my waist, hopefully avoiding any chance of soiling and staining my clothing. Feeling his hands running up my legs, electrifying my senses, and pulling my knickers down, removing them from my left ankle. Leaving them hanging around the other ankle and parting my thighs with his hands. There were harsh rustling sounds as he undid his trousers and pulled them down.
His face brushed the inside of my stocking clad legs, and I heard him groan as he tasted the skin at the top inside of my thighs. Kissing and licking me, languidly, with lovingly gentle probes of his tongue. He spent a few seconds gently nibbling the soft tenderness of my skin, breathing in my female odour as he tasted me, I almost melted under his attention.
Pushing me further onto the bed, I felt his weight over me, and that delicious feeling as he touched my softness with his penis, separating my vaginal lips, with his tip when he entered me. Penetrating me, slowly and smoothly, gently easing past my vaginal muscles, until he was completely buried in me. There was an expertise in his movement, no fumbling or poking away trying to find my entrance (often younger men, misjudge, and try too high on the first couple of strikes, it's further down, and further underneath than they think). He seemed quite large there, but a perfect fit though, of course in the darkness I couldn't see him.
He began to thrust, steadily increasing his tempo, filling me, and making me very wet. I was so turned on by him, and the sensation of being helpless under him, my dress up around my waist. The nylon of my stockings rubbing the skin on my inner thighs, accompanied by the sharp rustle of my silk underskirt. He was good, very good, I must admit that, much better than I had anticipated. His technique demonstrated an expertise and skill that wasn't expecting in one so young.
Panting loudly as he began to move faster, the erotic sounds of our lovemaking filled the room, the bedsprings squeaked with the double pulse of body movement, and the thick mattress whomped as it expelled air through the vents in its sides. I was almost completely helpless, but alert enough to hear noises outside in the corridor. A man's voice clearly audible through the door.
"Sounds like someone's enjoying themselves."
A girl's voice giggled in response and spoke.
"Shhhhh, they'll hear you, there's no need to spoil things for them."
"I wonder who it is?"
"I don't know, but from the sound of them, I'd love to be her."
Feeling a little self conscious I froze slightly, but he did something to me that I can't really explain. Rolling his hips around, his hand slipped up the underside of my thigh, hooking behind my knee. Pulling my leg up to my waist, the softness of my underskirt brushing against my upper hip was so electrifying. He sort of pushed up against the left inner side of my vaginal canal, further up than my g-spot, and touched an area that I had never felt before, (most of the younger ones can't find my clitoris, let alone my g-spot). Each inward stroke, felt more delicious than the previous one, starting to feel like a numbness in my feet, advancing to a deep tingle that grew in intensity. It became almost overwhelming, centring in my bottom and tummy, growing to spread through my lower chest and upper thighs. I loved every single moment, he may not have been that much more than average in size, but he really knew what he was doing to me.
His rhythm was regular, twisting his hips as he probed inwards, I began to feel an incredible blending of sensations, as he hit my g-spot and then his rim dragged along the 'new' area of sensitivity inside me. He was kissing my neck, and my rucked-up dress was rubbing up and down over my skin. I could feel his belly was a little plump and it was delightful in the way it moved against mine.
I had suggested that we needed to be quick, but his stamina was impressive as we must have been joined for well over 10 minutes, my god, it was lovely. As he began to approach his climax, I could feel his back stiffening, he arched above me. His thrusts now feeling like firm tingling stabs deep inside my body, each stronger than the last, leaving my knees weak and jellylike. He began to shudder as his penis touched my vault, the few nerves in my cervix responding to each contact, adding to my growing tension. Feeling his penis swell as he jerked backwards, the warmth down there seemed to almost boil over. His ejaculation was strong, spurting deep inside me, bathing my cervix in his hot emission, then running down inside me, until it flowed in a slippery stream out of my vagina, soaking his shaft and sac, before running over my perineum and bottom, to soak into the duvet cover that I was lying on.
He grunted and sighed, drawing air in through his tightly clenched teeth.
"Uuurgh uuurgh, ooooof, ooooh, shhhhheeessh."
I lay back under him, the back of my head pressing into the duvet, my chin pointing towards the ceiling. He jerked a few more times, depositing his semen into me, he must have gone without for a while as he was profuse in the quantities he delivered to me. Slowly he settled and lay still over me, I felt his weight, with his cock shrivelling inside my vagina. I was pleased and comforted by his tenderness as I felt warm waves of pleasure rolling through my body, not a massive orgasm, but a welcome gentle release of tension that was both enjoyable and lasting.
He cuddled me in the darkness of the room, kissing me, stroking my hair, and caressing my thighs, hips and waist as I came down. I whispered, my lips close to his ear.
"Thank you, Frankie, that was wonderful, I really enjoyed it."
