I can't believe you dragged me to this party. I don't care what the function is for; it is just an excuse for them to make me wear a suit and tie. But I have to admit, looking at you in the dress makes me think that maybe tonight won't be that bad and I'll be "rewarded" for having to come. I love that dress on you, the short green one that is sheer and ties around your neck. The way your legs slide around inside the material makes me want to just slip right into you; slide myself around those legs. And those legs look even better in those high-heeled shoes you are wearing. So firm and taunt. I love looking from your ankle, up your smooth calf, to the material covering your thigh, and finally bringing my eyes to rest on that delicious ass. Sashaying slightly as we walk, my eyes bounce back and forth watching it.
You stop short of the entrance so we can walk in arm-in-arm. You pat my hand gently, reassuring me that this won't be as bad or boring as I think. I roll my eyes, because we both know it will be. We enter the party and look around. It is essentially a big round dance room with a bar on the side and hallways on the opposite side leading to the bathrooms. On the far wall opposite us is a band playing music for the older people, the majority of the people here, to dance to. I give you an "I told you so" look and you just drag me over to people you need to talk to. Stupid science functions. You make boring conversation that I know you don't enjoy too much and answer stupid questions while I stand there with a plastic smile. After two or three of these, I've had enough. I whisper into your ear that I'll be at the bar, kiss your cheek, and then leave.
I order a drink or two and then turn around. With a drink in hand and my back to the bar, I scan the room. The old people are doing some sort of slow dance while the band plays elevator music. I watch you approach me from across the room. You come over.
"Is everything all right?" you ask.
I reach behind your head and pull you into me; kissing you hard on the lips, my tongue tasting yours.
"It is now that you're back."
You smile and cuddle up next to me. I stroke your back and sides, letting my fingertips graze the sides of your breasts. I elongate my stroke and begin to brush your ass too. Sometimes, I gently cup it, feeling it fill my hand. I reach down further and lift your dress slightly so I can stroke your thigh a little. It's innocent enough, but I can feel the goose bumps along your thigh.
And then we are interrupted. Some old people come by and want to talk to you. You spin around and rest your back against my chest. However, my hand is still down by your thigh. I continue to stroke and squeeze it as you talk. Then I decide it's time for a little payback. I begin to raise my hand, lifting the back of your dress as I go. There are too many people by the bar for them to notice, but you notice and are helpless to stop it. I mean, you can't spin around and reprimand me and it would look quite odd if you kept swatting your ass or thigh to get rid of my hand. I run my fingertips along the inside of your thigh, feeling the heat increase as I move higher. I can hear your voice change and waver as I rub the upper are of your thigh. Involuntarily and without thinking you spread your legs slightly. I smile as I my fingers travel further. I feel the silky material of your thong as I run my finger along the part that covers your ass. I slide it down and press up, firmly rubbing the part covering your pussy. I hear your voice jump as my finger passed over your pussy. I continue stroking it as you regain some control of your voice. I put two fingers outside your thong and slowly stroke the area right next to your pussy, moving them up and down about an inch. I feel this smooth area and I can feel your legs shake slightly next to mine. I begin to move these fingers closer together, rubbing them in circles now as I bring them closer and closer to your opening. I use your thong to add stimulation as I begin to rub these two fingers into your pussy. Feeling the dampness through the material, I wonder if you are even paying attention to the conversation. And then I stop. I watch your chest heave once or twice at the reprieve. But I have only stopped so I can slide your panties to the side a little and let my fingertips begin to trace around the wet hole that leads up into your pussy. I use your own wetness and rub it into your bald, smooth pussy lips - making them all slick. I look over your shoulder and wonder if anyone notices how hard your nipples have become.
Finally I hear you say those magic words,
"Excuse me, I have to use the bathroom."
You very quickly make your exit and begin to cross the room. The other people involved in your conversation look at me queerly. Apparently, you picked an odd time to cut-and-run, but I couldn't care as I weave my way through the crowded dance floor and over to you. And there you are, about 20 feet down one of the hallways that leads to the bathrooms. I take you further into it, where it is darker. I push you up against the wall and kiss you, letting your highly sexually energized tongue explore my mouth.
"You bastard! Do you know how hard it was to be in that conversation with you doing that?"
"No, how hard?"
"This hard" you say as you reach your hand down and into my pants.
You grab my hard cock and begin to stroke it. We continue to kiss as you stroke my cock. I reach my hands up and begin to cup your breasts, squeezing them in the palms of my hands. I lean down and kiss your neck. I can taste the steam rising off of it as I rub my palm and your dress material onto your hard nipple. A couple walks past us, but they are coming from the other way - walking towards the party. They look like they are in their lower 30's and full of energy. They smile at us as we continue to make out. I know that they must have had some fun in the bathroom, but that's not where I want you. Plus, in a few minutes, the band will stop playing for an intermission and there will be a whole mess of people running to the bathroom. Not to mention how they will think of you walking through the party with sex head. No, we have to wait a little while and go back to our hotel. Forcing myself away from you I explain the situation.
"Sorry hon. Trust me, I hate it to, but we have to go."
I see you pout slightly because of how much you hate waiting, but you also know that waiting will lead to sex and that's always fun. We make our way out through the party and outside. I walk out into the street and begin to hail a cab.
"Hey. HEY!" I hear someone calling me from behind.
I turn around to see the other couple standing there by a limo.
"Are you trying to get a cab?"
"Yeah, we're going back to our hotel."
"Well, that will cost you an arm and a leg. Why don't you come with us in our limo and we will drop you off."
I look over at you and ask, "What do you think?"
"They seem friendly enough and we are kind of strapped for cash."
So we walk over to the limo. Inside the limo we walk to the couch by the front of the car and they take the one in the back; we are facing each other. There is a table in the middle. As the ride starts, I put my hand on your thigh and begin to rub it, trying to calm you of any fear you might have. I notice the man, who is sitting opposite me, is doing the same thing to his wife. The man is slightly older looking with short brown hair that says "I am a business man and probably a yuppie". He is in a fancy suit with Italian leather shoes. His wife, on the other hand, is gorgeous. I think she is a trophy wife but what a trophy. She has long auburn hair, a nice set of breasts and nice legs. She is wearing a red dress that's about the length of yours except it is a different material and cut very low in the chest.
"So," says the man "you too looked pretty hot in the hallway."
"Thank you. You two must have had fun in the bathroom" I reply.
