My car crunched to a halt on the gravelled driveway, and I turned off the purring engine. As I opened the door, I was confronted by my grandmother at the entrance to the grand house before me.
"I'm so glad to see you!" she cried, running towards me. "Everyone's here already, you're the last." I didn't even want to be there, but I felt I had to. You see, my grandmother is a rich woman, inheriting my grandfather's wealth, and not being poor herself, she was able to afford a huge mansion on this grand estate. It was her 75th birthday, and she had invited some guests for a party.
I was led inside. I knew almost everyone there. My parents, my uncle, aunts, cousins, great uncles, lots of people. There were only a few people I didn't know. They seemed to be related as well. There was an old lady, about the same age as my grandmother, and a middle-aged man and woman. I was told that the woman was a good friend of my grandmothers, and the man and lady were her daughter and son-in-law. They apparently also had a daughter, but she was nowhere to be seen. Soon, the dinner tables were set and we were led into the great hall, a large feast lay out before us. Now, you've probably seen these sorts of things in movies, but this really was a feast. I took my place next to my parents and looked over. The man and woman sat there, an empty seat next to them. I shrugged. Must be the daughter's, I thought. We began to eat.
Not long after we had started though, I saw something that took my breath away. A young woman walked into the room, about 20. She was about 5'10", with long legs and shoulder length black hair. Her eyes were blue, and she had large, voluptuous breasts, about 34d by my reckoning. She was dressed in a loose, black gown that meant I couldn't get a proper look, but she seemed slim, and I couldn't believe how hot she was. She promptly sat down on he chair opposite me, and gave me a quick smile, revealing her perfect teeth, before turning to her mother. Maybe this evening wasn't going to be so boring after all, I thought.
I spent most of the meal engaging in conversation with the people around me, and risking quick glances at the girl on the opposite side of the table. Soon, the meal was over, and we proceeded to the hall for a dance. Now, I'm not much of a dancer, but I enjoy watching other people dance, so I sat and drank some of the punch. I was engrossed in the fluid movements of the current dancers when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see a perfect, flawless face looking down at me. It was the girl.
"Hello there," she said, smiling. "You look lonely, mind if I join you?"
"Not at all," I replied, infatuated.
"Thanks," she chirped, sitting down.
We began to converse on many different subjects. I found out her name was Sara, and she was 21. She had been dragged here by her parents, like me, and was very bored. She danced, however.
"Do you want to dance?" she asked me.
"No thanks," I replied. "I don't dance very well."
"Never mind," she said, grabbing me by the hand. "You'll enjoy it anyway."
I was unwillingly dragged on to the dance floor, and she began to sway rhythmically. Before long I had picked up the tempo of the dance, and wasn't doing that badly. Then, she started to really turn me on. I don't know if she meant to do it, but if she did, it was working a treat. First, she tossed her long hair back over her shoulders and closed her eyes. She let out a slight moan, and I couldn't help but think that I wanted to make her moan. Also, she began to move closer to me as the beat of the dance slowed down. This was not out of the ordinary, as the other couples were doing it too, but I really enjoyed it. Then, however, as the other couples remained close and dancing, she pressed herself right against me, her large breasts squashed against my chest. I was lucky that the bouncy material of her gown didn't allow her to feel my huge erection. She moaned again, and then the music stopped. Instantly, she opened her eyes, smiled another of her stunning smiles, and pulled me back to the sitting area.
"That was fun, wasn't it?" she asked me, cocking her head slightly.
"Yes, I have to admit it. It was rather fun," I answered.
The rest of the evening passed with more dances, and every so often she would drag me up and repeat her performance. I eventually started to realise that it wasn't deliberate; it was just the way she danced with me.
