I didn't really have anything to do that weekend, so I figured I'd go to the party. My friend invited me, but he really wasn't a reliable guy-everybody has a friend like that, I think. He told me he'd be there, then he'd later be bragging about being at some other, more exciting party later, and tell me that he didn't have his cell phone, or couldn't call me, or make some other damn lame excuse about not letting me know about the other gig.
But I was in the mood to go out, no matter what, I guess. And so I went. It was across town, and if it wasn't fun, I figured I would just go to some bar, or come home, or maybe even just go for a long drive to nowhere in particular.
I followed the directions out behind the university. The houses in these neighborhoods were far apart on giant lots and much larger than the homes where I lived. They weren't exactly mansions, but most had pools and four or five car garages.
Before I even found the address, I found the street-there were plenty of cars, and I just parked and marched right up. I didn't bring anything for the host, this guy that I knew through my friend because we all worked out at the same gym. I finally found him in the living room, and said hello. Even then, everyone was starting at me because they didn't know me; our social circles didn't have much overlap. I paused to find anyone I knew, came up empty, and then bolted to wander around more-and find the keg.
And I did, out on the deck. I poured myself a beer. While taking the pull, that's when I noticed this attractive woman. She was wearing a floral-print dress, very thin and sheer. It was just a summer dress, with short sleeves and a scooping princess neckline, and not a lot of length. Brunette hair, drawn to a clip behind her neck, and probably longer than her shoulders. Her lips were-
"Hey, Dude!" Some guy was yelling at me. I looked down just to see my beer overfill into the bucket, and I let go of the line. I looked back up to see her disappear through the sliding glass door into the house.
"Hahaha, Mackey, he would've drained the whole thing if you didn't stop him!" some other kid said.
I started walking towards the house, without saying anything. I guess that pissed off the first guy, who became indignant. "Hey, dude, I was just making sure you didn't get your pants wet!"
His friend said something to him. There was a bit of a crowd at the door, and I had to wait, and lost sight of that girl in the sundress. I pushed into the kitchen and mingled some more. But there wasn't really anyone I knew.
I stood there, listening to someone else's story, and then noticed her pass by the doorway to the living room. I followed into the living room, only to see her disappearing down the stairs. I shouldered through the crowd and met up with her at the bottom of the stairs. On the landing, there was a bit of a dark corner because no lights were on in the hallway. I heard pool balls clack and a large group of people make noise, and figured the hallway must have led to the game room downstairs.
The woman turned to me, her red lips smiling.
"Hi," I said. "I'm Joe."
She didn't say anything, and took my hand. She began leading me away from the game room, towards some double doors that opened onto the pool.
"What's your name?" I asked her.
She turned to me, and pursed her lips and touched them with her index finger. We emerged onto the pool deck, on the other side of the pool from most of the crowd. I presumed they were hanging around the outside of the game room.
She continued to lead me to the other side of the pool, though I tried to keep up with her to appear that I wasn't being led and that we were walking hand-in-hand. On the other side of the pool, we arrived at a small out building. We walked to the far corner, hidden from the house by the building itself. She opened a door and brought me into a dark room. She closed the door and locked it.
As my eyes adjusted to the dark room, she pressed herself against me. I put my hands on her small hips, and she kissed me deeply. She smelled wonderful, thin and lithe in my hands. Her hips flared from her tiny waist under my palms as I ran my hand over them, gently caressing her ass over though the thin fabric.
Our lips parted and our tongues began caressing each other. Her hands moved to my back, pulling me to her. My chest pressed against her chest, her breasts fuller than belied by the thin, loose dress she was wearing. She broke the long kiss, taking her lips away from me and stepping back.
With my eyes accommodated to the dimly lit room, only illuminated by a floodlight shining through a window, I looked around a little bit. There was a barstool and a bar with a sink, and a large massage bench, and a door that looked like it led to a very small sauna. At the far end of the room, there was another closed door, which probably led to a changing room or maybe opened into guest quarters.
She pushed me onto a barstool and began grinding against me, pressing her breasts against my chest, then my groin. She pressed her face against my shorts, caressing my hardening cock with her cheeks before nipping at the fabric with her teeth. She stood upright again, and pulled her dress over her shoulders and off her body.
I gasped: her tits were absolutely perfect. They were round at the bottom, sloping from her shoulders in a firm bosom, and capped with hard, thick pink nipples. Her collar bone was visible at her shoulder through her skin. Her narrow shoulders were square, and highlighted her wide, full bust line. With her hair up, I was treated to a beautiful view of her neck and jaw line, swooping towards her wonderful shoulders and her delicious rack.
She stepped towards me, wearing only her low brown heels and a beige thong panty. She put a leg over mine and began stroking herself through her panties. Gently cupping her breast with one hand, she stroked her mound and rubbed her pussy. I sat with my hands at my side and didn't touch her, but I was very conscious of my cock in my shorts straining with excitement.
I could smell her, her faint perfume being overcome by her sweet musky scent from her pussy. She rubbed herself just a little more though the thin fabric of her panties, and then pushed her hand under the elastic to fondle her pussy directly. I leaned forward to watch her hand, and she pulled me to her, resting my head on her shoulder. I looked over her breast at her wrist as it disappeared under the thin fabric, watching her fingers manipulate herself.
Her breath was quickening, and her free hand left my shoulder and returned to her breast. She aggressively clutched at her breast, kneading her own flesh. I moved to nibble at her nipple and she gently but firmly pushed me away. She turned to the massage table and twisted it on the floor so it was oblique to my seat. Swiftly, she pulled her panties off and hopped onto the table.
Lying back fully, she resumed touching herself. Her hands moved in unison over her flat belly, over her hips, then between her legs. She parted her legs, offering me a lewd but breathtaking view of her pussy. She caressed her lips, which were thick and full, and very visibly wet, with one hand. With her other hand, she cradled her chest in her forearm and cupped her breast with her hand, stroking her nipple with her thumb.
