As l unloaded, her moans were load and almost incoherent. The words, scrambled by alcohol, made little sense to me. The only word which l comprehended was my name, or was it?
From reading my past stories, I had finally found a house for myself after sharing accommodation with another officer for a time. It had been after experiences which Tracey, the gorgeous married lady at the Newsagency, had helped me get out of my depths of despair and depression. Tracey had helped me realise that all was not lost, and that life still goes on. Being a married lady, I had come to my senses, a continual intimate affair was not what I was looking for. Little did I know that later it would become a habit of mine.
Upon moving into my new house, reality hit. I was now alone. Yes, l had friends and work colleagues, but in my mind I still felt alone. Tracey had helped relieve that feeling and had allowed me to brighten up and believe that life does go on.
It was with a little trepidation that l accepted an invite to a friend's Xmas party for his work. His work and mine entangled a bit, often interacting over my time at my new station. I was envious of him, the ladies he worked with were all gorgeous.
Interestingly, or almost funny, as we both had the same first name. It became a standing joke between each other. We would both acknowledge each other quoting each our names, which amused those who knew us.
The night of Xmas party, we loaded up in cab from my place, the new house with little furniture, to the party. He was spending the night, saving the drunken drive home.
The night was merry, drinks flowed freely, when I say freely, I mean we did not have to pay. One after the other, shots going down, beers disappeared, and mixed drinks putting the icing on the cake. His other colleagues would mingle with us, often enjoying our silly drunken banter. Emma was one of his work friends. She was short, barely reaching the height of my shoulders, curly blonde hair, and a petite, but curvaceous figure. What stood out was her behind, oh my, did it stand out. Such a beautiful peach in tight jeans.
Emma was quite friendly with my friend, cuddling up to him, dancing with her back to him pushing her gorgeous butt into him, and very touchy feely when talking. I immediately realised she had the hots for him. She too, was quite inebriated. With her was a friend of hers, Michelle.
Michelle, taller, nearer to my height, taller than Emma, with long dark blonde hair, not slim but very well put together. Her greatest asset was her huge tits. She displayed them well. A men's shirt unbuttoned a couple of buttons down, and the tops of those mounds obvious to all onlookers. They fascinated me.
We danced a bit, not as raunchy as the other two, but almost intimate. I noticed she was getting very drunk. After the Tracey factor, my confidence was high with possibility, who knows, I kept thinking.
With drinks flowing, and the night winding down, I pushed a little with Michelle. There was a connection between us, a drunken connection, I whisked her away into a door at the side. The door led to the party venue kitchen.
My mind wanting more, I leant in to kiss her, she pushed back, slurring that we should not. I moved back into her closer this time, not aggressively, but more forcefully, and we locked lips. She at first was timid, but eventually gave in and our mouths entwined, our tongues dancing together as our hips danced along.
I pushed us back against a bench, slowly lifting her on to it to the perfect kissing height. Passion ensued, her hands were all over my head as we got increasingly aroused. She would grab hold of my hair and pull me into her, my hands doing the same. Her red lips taunting me to lock onto them.
I removed my hands from her head and lowered them, then sliding up towards those outstanding mountains, unbuttoning even more buttons. Her sheer bra now openly visible, l touched those melons. They felt superb. Slowly guiding my fingers between the material, I found some serious nipples. With rolling fingers, they got bigger and more demanding. I had to lean down and touch them with my lips, oh it was glorious. I suckled on them for a minute or two, hearing her moaning, I moved back, up and kissed her lips. Pure lust as its best.
