You never thought you would get out for the party. Some friends from work have wanted you to get out of the house and out from under all of the daily pressures you are under and enjoy yourself. After some token resistance, you had finally agreed and broken out your best dress. It was a little shorter than you usually wore and cut a little lower than you were comfortable with but they had told you there might be some available men there for you to get to know so you thought it was worth a chance.
It was the usual party mingling. People working hard not to talk about work, drinking more than they should and just being silly. Not really as interesting as you had hoped. One young man was pretty hands-on as the night wore on and you enjoyed the attention. It was nice to feel like someone was interested, after having been celibate for so long but he was not really that interesting. Nothing to talk to him about so you ended up spending your time talking to your coworkers and wishing the evening would just end so you could go home.
As the conversations wind down, you find it is time to go and head into the bedroom to sort thru the pile of coats on the bed. At a party like this it is always such a chore. The only light in the room is shining in from the hallway but you can see well enough as you start digging thru the pile. You hear a noise behind you. You turn quickly but don't see anyone, just the door to the bathroom closing. As you turn around, you feel two arms wrap around your waist; hand resting at your stomach.
"I have been looking at you all evening but have been too nervous to talk to you. Every time you smiled it was like a light in the room. Now you are leaving before I even got a chance to meet you," the soft male voice whispers in your ear. The soft voice is followed by soft nibbles and you can feel the warm breath on your neck.
"But I don't know who you are?" you say with a quaking in your voice.
"Is that really necessary?" he answers, pulling you tighter. "Just know that I think you are the most beautiful woman here tonight. Your dress is amazing and shows you off in all the right places. It's New Years Eve and I think we can start the year off with a bang." You giggle slightly at his unintended pun.
"I don't do things like that," your voice says but your body leaning back into him tells him something different.
"I'll tell you what," he says. "If I do something you don't want me to do, you tell me to stop. Otherwise, I just want to please you."
Before you can reply, two strong hands slid up from your stomach and under your breasts. He starts to massage them thru your dress.
"Is this okay?" he whispers. You try to respond but only moan softly. "How about this?" he asks as he pulls the top of your dress down to expose your ample breasts straining to get out of your bra.
"Mmmmm," you reply. You are being held tightly enough to feel that he is enjoying this too. His hands move away and you are concerned but you feel them along your shoulders, sliding the straps of your bra down over them. His hands return to your now exposed breasts and you feel he warmth of his hands against your skin. His skin is as soft as his voice.
"Is this okay?" he says as he takes his fingers and gently starts making small circles on your breasts, starting at your nipples and slowly working outward. When he finishes each circle, he covers your breast with his hands a gives them a light squeeze. You are finally able to form your first words since this episode started.
"Harder," is all you can whisper.
The gentle brushing turns to more aggressive squeezing; his fingers pinch and stretch your nipples. It should be painful but the feeling running thru your body is excitement. Your throat releases a soft moan.
"So good .. it feels so good."
He takes that as a sign to move forward and you feel his hands slide down your belly to your waist. You can feel the material on your dress bunching up as he takes handful after handful until the bottom hem is up to your waist.
