Eva straightened herself up, taking one last look at herself in the mirror before heading out into the night air. Who was that lady staring back at her? Did she even know her? Respectable but obviously flaunting herself, she had just fucked a man for the sport of it and enjoyed it! Not only that, she craved more. Was that really part of who she was?
How could she want to be so normal, and have a boyfriend and get married, and at the same time, want nothing more than to spread her legs and have a man release his cum into her? It was hard to understand, but her pussy was on fire and demanded satisfaction. Her whole being was consumed with its desires. Eva felt she had to be losing her mind.
She pushed the door open and then pulled it to, locking it. The night air felt cool and slightly moist against her skin, but invigorating. Her body was alive with excitement, nearly trembling. Eva walked quickly, checking to see if anyone was around that might see her, not that she couldn't walk in the garden. But, she just didn't want to answer any questions from Aunt Mable at the moment.
Once she made it into the back hall, she felt safer. She went toward the ladies room, and Aunt Margo placed her arm in hers just as she was about to go in. They passed through the door together, and thankfully found themselves alone. Aunt Margo smiled at Eva, knowingly.
"Well?" Margo queried. There was a tone of concern and kindness.
"Aunt Margo," Eva gushed, in a quiet but hurried excitement. "I sucked him off and swallowed, and then he fucked me. He was so big around! I want to do it again!" Margo hugged Eva, holding her in an embrace.
"That's great." Margo said. Aunt Margo slid her hand under Eva's dress and up her leg toward her panties. Margo's hand found her way inside and touched Eva's wetness. Eva's pussy tingled with excitement. Margo's fingers felt slippery, and it was obvious that the evidence of her naughty adventure was still there. Margo pulled her hand out and licked one of her fingers seductively.
"Hmmm, that's hot." Aunt Margo always looked so sexy, Eva thought. She wondered how Margo could be that polished and refined, and be a total freak.
"I want to get back to the party," Eva announced, getting her stuff together to head back out.
"Happy hunting," Aunt Margo called after her.
Eva scanned the room, looking for the little pins. She roamed through the crowd toward the bar and asked for a glass of champagne. She sat on a stool, swinging around so that her side rested on the bar where she could survey the bustling movement on the dance floor. She felt a new found sense of confidence, and let her dress fall to one side, putting her legs on full display. It only took moments to get her first bite.
"Hello there, little lady," came a voice from beside her. Eva twirled the seat toward him.
"Good evening," Eva said. "Are you enjoying the party?"
"I am now," he said, as his eyes unapologetically traveled up and down her body. He was an older man, greying at the temples. He could stand to lose a few pounds, but was very well dressed. Most importantly, he had a little pin on his lapel.
"Is that so? And why is that?" Eva inquired cooly.
"I know what I like, and I like what I see," he said, winking at Eva.
Eva thought he seemed a little too sure of himself, and a little forward with a young woman he didn't even know. Eva schemed quickly how she might toy with him a little before letting him get lucky.
"I am glad you are enjoying the view." Eva said sarcastically. "But obviously it doesn't take much to improve your mood."
"You must be oblivious if you don't realize your very presence lights up the entire room," he insisted. Eva scanned the room again to see if her aura was reflecting off of the walls. Actually, she was surprised at how many men were looking at her, and seemingly acknowledged her glance.
"A friend told me that I was underestimating my own power, but I am quite sure that you are overestimating it," Eva partially conceded.
"So, what's your name, Beautiful?" the man pressed closer.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Eva replied, keeping your stern demeanor. She took a sip from her glass.
"You are going to make this difficult," he observed. "I do like a challenge." He smiled a broad smile. "Can I get you another drink?"
"Ah, the old give her a few drinks and lower her resistance, technique," Eva chuckled. "The drinks are free here, and I can ask for one, just like when I got this one. But that is quite chivalrous of you. Thank you." Eva smiled a little wry smile, the one she had seen Aunt Margo do many times.
"Well, you can try to resist my charm, but it is futile, you will have to give in," he declared confidently.
"It's actually the other way around, isn't it?" Eva suggested. "I am apparently the one with all the power in the room. You claim you could see my aura invading it." Eva laughed a little confident laugh. "If I decide I want you, you'll have no choice but to comply with my wishes."
He was obviously taken aback, and squinted at her while reassessing the situation.
Eva slid down from the stool and stepped toward him, bringing herself up into his face and just touching her body against his. She whispered in his ear. "I don't really care about your lively banter. What I want to know is, do you know how to use that little tool of yours?"
Eva's hand slid discreetly towards his crotch, and when she found his dick she squeezed it. He nearly fell backwards before regaining his composure, and Eva thought that maybe she had come on a little too strong.
