I was both happy and sad that I was not hosting Thanksgiving dinner at my house this year. It meant I got to enjoy all the food without the hassle of cleaning up after the party, but I always enjoyed hosting at my place. My girlfriend and I had been invited to a small gathering for friends and family at a nice waterfront home that overlooked the intercoastal waterway and the east side of Siesta Key. With about thirty people invited, it would be just big enough to get to talk to everyone without being overwhelming. We usually hosted our own Friendsgiving at our house, but after the last hurricane, I still needed to make some repairs before it was party worthy again.
As Thanksgiving morning arrived, it was unusually cold for southwest Florida. It was in the low 50's with low humidity. The unexpected weather put me in the holiday mood and I was looking forward to the party. I cooked a couple side dishes to go with the turkey and steaks that we would be treated to at the event.
My girlfriend and I had been together for more years than I want to admit but had never gotten engaged or married. We were both monogamous but had not had sex for over a year. She had gained weight, started drinking and was always in a bad mood. Even when I felt like trying to start something with her, she would do something that would quickly turn me off. It seemed to be my normal. I felt stuck.
Most of our friends had an idea that things were not going smoothly for us, but she tried to hide it from them as best she could. I had thought about having a fling many times and had plenty of opportunities, but I just never could pull the plug. It just did not feel right.
We arrived at the party around 3pm with a planned time to eat at around 6pm. It gave us a few hours to socialize and have a few cocktails before filling ourselves and sobering up to head home around 9 or so.
I started with a few beers as I made small talk and took advantage of the great appetizers that everyone brought. It seemed like every time I turned around, someone else was arriving or the host was bringing out something else to snack on. I did not even notice that it was almost 7pm and we had not had dinner yet.
I found myself spending most of the party talking to a very beautiful girl named Vickie. She was early thirties and about fifteen years younger than me. She talked with an English accent that I absolutely adored. I had met her about a dozen times before and often played trivia with her parents, her brothers and her at a local restaurant every few weeks. I always found her very easy to talk to and even easier to look at. She always had beautiful smile on her face that was between nice and flirty.
I knew that Vickie was single and although she had never been fat by any means, had obviously been working out. She still had an ass that was a little bigger than I would have normally stared at, but it was perfect on her. Her breasts were probably a larger B cup and were loosely held in her sleeveless shirt which dipped down in the front a few inches to show them off nicely.
I had gone to get a new beer and she had moved over to the couch to watch the football game. When I got a fresh beverage I stood behind her and off to the side so we could still chat. She leaned down to take her shoes off and I could not help but notice that when she leaned forward I got a perfect view of her right nipple. I think she could feel me staring because she looked up and in an instant saw what I was looking at. I felt a small knot in my stomach, but she just smiled and leaned back down. This time taking her time. I could not help but glance back down a couple more times. It was the first nipple I had seen in a long time.
My cock started stirring in my pants and I quickly excused myself before it became a raging hardon. I was wearing a button up shirt with a sweater over it, but I had on jeans that were just a little tighter that I would have liked. I knew that if my cock got hard, there was going to be no way to hide it. Usually, I was happy that I was a grow'er and not a show'er, as it gave me a little more room in my jeans. But I knew that if it got hard, it was going to be uncomfortable really quick. My cock was almost 7 inches, but it was really thick. I could not quite touch my fingers around the shaft when it was stiff.
I went and talked to an older couple and tried to take my mind off of what I had seen, but being the only attractive woman at the party, my eyes kept darting back to her. I often found her smiling at me when our eyes met. I had not felt sexual tension like this since high school.
The host finally announced that it was time to eat, which was a good thing, because almost everyone was pretty tipsy with the extra hour of unexpected drinking. Dinner was excellent, with all of the normal trappings along with filet mignon, shrimp and tons of other specialty dishes. The homeowners always went all out when they hosted.
While we sat at one of the two big tables, I was a little sad that Vickie had sat next to her older brother at the table next to mine. Her back was directly to me and I could see her tight ass in her jeans. About halfway through dinner, I decided to switch to red wine to go with the steak and asked if anyone else needed a cocktail. Everyone said they were fine, except Vickie, who said she would get herself a drink also.
The drink station was set up in what would normally have been the diningroom and it was not visible from the large living room where all of the big dinner tables were set up. We made our way over there chatting about how great the food was while we walked. I offered to make her a drink and she told me what she wanted in it. While I was getting the ingredients together, she put her hand on my shoulder, in a friendly way. Her touch was electric. I almost recoiled from the feeling, but it felt so good to have a beautiful woman touch me, even if it was just on my shoulder. As I made the drink, her hand lingered and moved slowly to the middle of my back where she rubbed gently between my shoulder blades. It was such an innocent touch, but my cock was bulging against my pants and was hurting.
I was not finished making her drink, but I could not take the pressure of my cock at a weird angle in my pants as it flooded with hot blood and expanded to its full size. I knew if she looked down, there was no way she could not notice it, but I also started standing funny to try to take the pressure off of it. I must have had a weird expression on my face as I kind of stood on one foot because she asked me if I was ok with a small laugh. I replied I was ok, but I knew I was going to have to readjust my cock or I was not going to be able to finish her drink. Her hand was still rubbing my back softly.
When I thought she was looking out the window at the lights on the dock, I turned my body slightly away from her and reached down with both hands and pulled my cock into an upright position and tried to tuck it under the button up shirt that was tucked into my jeans. About three inches of my cock was still above my belt as I readjusted. My hard dick was still tight under my belt, but way more comfortable than before. Now it just felt snug instead of painful.
When I brought my hands back up to finish Vickie's drink, I saw her staring at my crotch. Oh shit, I thought. As I fumbled through what I wanted to say, I felt her hand begin rubbing my back faster. My mind went blank. I stopped messing with the drink ingredients and looked at her.
"Oops, It has been a long time since a pretty girl has touched me. Sorry, I did not mean for that to happen."
"It's ok." She laughed "I'm just glad I still turn someone on."
I just smiled at her and did not know what to say. I saw her glance back down quickly, then take a longer look.
"Ok, I have to know. Is that really your cock sticking up above your belt?"
Not knowing how to respond, I figured honesty was the simplest answer. "Yes."
"Wow. I have never seen one bulge out like that in jeans before."
I gave out a little laugh and said "It definitely has a mind of it's own. I guess I should not have worn such tight pants tonight. But I really did not think I was going to be sporting a hardon in the middle of dinner."
She kept rubbing my back in what felt like more of a sensual way. But maybe it was just my imagination.
Laughing again I said "I love it, but if you keep rubbing my back, I am never going to finish this drink and my little friend is never going to go back to sleep."
"Mmm, I don't know why, but this really made my whole night. I guess all that time in the gym is paying off." Then she slowly laughed and reluctantly pulled her hand off my back. "I really enjoy your company. I know your not-so-little friend seems to enjoy mine." Just then another party goer named Dean walked up to get a drink.
"Wow, what kind of drink is that you are making?" He said.
"It is a rum punch, but made out of all fresh ingredients."
"Sweet, would you make me one also?"
"Sure" I said.
With that, the spell was broken and I finished Vickie's drink. I handed it to her and with her back turned to Dean, she gave me a wink and said thanks.
I finished Dean's drink quickly, then poured myself another glass of wine. Instead of going immediately back to the table, I took a quick detour to the restroom. I needed a minute to get my cock under control.
After I closed the door, I pulled my still hard cock out of my pants to relieve the pressure. I knew I did not have time to beat one out, but I stroked it a couple times just to imagine it was Vickie's hand. Wow! How did she turn me on so much just by touching my back, I thought to myself. That was intense.
I splashed some cold water on my face and thought about anything but Vickie. Once I had my cock under control, I rejoined the party. I sat back down at the table and my girlfriend did not even seem to notice that I had been gone. She was deep in conversation with the hostess about some stupid reality tv show that they both watched.
