Tara is a single, 5'3, petite blonde with bluey grey eyes, who enjoys sitting and contemplating her fantasies and masturbating, even at a party.
Tara enjoyed going to a house party with her friends occasionally and getting drunk. While drunk, she becomes flirty and very horny. She took herself off to the toilet at this particular party to masturbate in private.
"I'd love an 8" cock pounding in to me. I want a threesome with double penetration and a hot orgy with cocks in my arse, pussy and my mouth. Fucking hell..."
She closed her eyes while she thought and imagined the hot scenes. Her right hand slid down to her hot, soaking wet pussy and her left cupped her 32D breast, tweaking her nipple. When she opened her eyes, she realised there was someone trying to get in to the toilet and knocking on the door pretty loudly. She quickly pulled her pants and tights up, flushed the toilet and washed her hands. She bashfully opened the door and said sorry to her best friend who looked at her with a raised eyebrow, then raced in to the toilet. She went back to the party and grabbed another drink.
Her best friend Al came over to her not 5 minutes later and whispered in her ear "I know what you were doing in there. Did you finish?"
She looked at him and stammered "what do you mean?"
Al pulled her to the hallway and said "I know you were finger fucking your hot pussy. I just wanted to make sure you finished yourself off the way you deserve? I presume you haven't from the look on your beautiful face". With a wink he turned and walked away.
She felt flustered and went back to get her drink she'd abandoned on the table. Later, she saw Al cosying up to one of her girlfriends' plus one's she'd brought with her and felt a sudden and unexpected pang of jealousy. He looked up and Tara quickly looked away and sat with another of her girls. Al came over a few moments later and sat on the arm of Tara's chair, his thigh gently resting on her arm. She leaned back whilst listening to her friend and casually laid her arm along his thigh and a hand on his knee. Al gently played with Tara's hair at her neck and shifted his position a little to be more comfortable. When she turned to him to smile, she noticed a bulge in his trousers and instead of smiling, raised an eyebrow and bit her lip and looking pointedly at it.
She smiled and whispered, "I need some help too"
He got up and left. After a couple of minutes not focusing on the conversation, she got up and distractedly looked around and wondered off pretending not to think about how good his cock would be and how much she'd love to suck his hard length. In the end, she went upstairs and saw a door slightly ajar. She popped her head around the door and saw Al lying on the bed, eyes closed, stroking himself through his trousers.