It was an elegant soiree. The St Valentine's Day dinner was served with the finest crystal and china at the Total Woman Excursions' formal dining room: ordures, wine, raw oysters (of course), light salads, gazpacho, poultry and seafood entrées, steamed vegetables: a healthy repasse for healthy lifestyles.
The tuxedoed and gowned partygoers mingled in a post dinner gathering sipping champagne, eating strawberries dipped in chocolate and admiring the scantily clad cocktail waitresses serving them. Cupid and St Valentine were on full-time duty tonight but it was easy work considering the attractions on display. Upon booking this event, each male guest had been assigned a facility female host guide. However, consensual tradeoffs, permanent or temporary, were permissible. The gentlemen perused the buffet of beauty and dropped hints to their fellow guests of possible exchanges.
A red haired woman was laughing with two gentlemen at some comment. She wore a low cut floor length gown with side leg slits that revealed more than concealed her voluptuous body when she moved. Another young lady wore a simple black velvet backless cocktail dress. Her straight blond hair was parted in the middle and hung in three falls, one broad over the exposed back and two over her braless breasts which swayed invitingly beneath the dress when she stepped about in her high heels.
Wynn stood beside Feebie, his assigned host guide. Her red sequined dress had a large heart shaped cut out over her bodice, exposing a grand view of her cleavage. They were chatting with another couple and Wynn dropped hints about a temporary exchange for later in the evening. The other gentleman was totally enthralled with his host guide and was reluctant to give her up for anytime at all. The gentleman's host guide was shorter than the statuesque Feebie but well proportioned. Feebie sensed Wynn's desire and leaned in to whisper quickly in the other host guide's ear. She smiled, cast a glance at Wynn and nodded.
Strolling away to other parts of the gathering, Wynn asked "What was that about?"
"Never mind for now; I'll tell you later." Feebie replied.
Wynn and Feebie continued to mingle as they moved towards the grand staircase in the entrance hall. A few couples took their leave and began ascending to the upper guest suites. Wynn watched the enamored male climb the stairs, his host guide hand-in-hand. They stopped at the mezzanine landing and, with a brief pause, regarded the remaining guests below. The anxious gentleman turned and pulled his stumbling high heeled host guide after him to their suite door, opened it, pushed her through and slammed it behind him.
Wynn strolled with Feebie to the staircase, climbed to the suite level and they entered his suite. Feebie stood silently, looked expectantly at Wynn. He walked to her and lifting her arm high, used her hand to turn her in a slow 360 pirouette. The red sequined dress sparkled in the soft lights. Her back was completely exposed from her neck clasp to the bit of ass cleavage peaking above the cloth stretched low across her hips, showing that the outfit would not accommodate undergarments. Her black wavy hair hung just below her shoulders. Turning her to face him, Wynn reached underneath the tumbling waves of hair, searching for the neck clasp. Feebie lay her hands on Wynn's hips, helping to steady her body on the high heels while Wynn rummaged for the dress closure. As his fingers found the hooks, Feebie's lips found his and she embraced Wynn in a breath stopping full mouth kiss. Wynn's fingers stopped fiddling as he took in the sensual lip lock.
Feebie eased back with a few lip pecks and pushed Wynn a half step back. His fingers finished their work and he held the dress panels high and sideways. With a brief pause, he let go and the top of the dress draped inside out below Feebie's waist. As expected, the dress design disallowed undergarments and Feebie's teasing peak-a-boo cleavage was now on full display. The globes were firm but round with a hint of sag. In a word, marvelous; and marvel Wynn did. Her nipples were already aroused from the kissing.
Wynn lifted his hands to cradle his fingers beneath the masses. Feebie covered Wynn's hands with hers and encouraged his kneading explorations. He thumbed her nipples and the nubs grew more prominent. He liked the color contrast between the deep red of the areoles and the clear ivory of her skin.
Wynn slid his hands behind her back, searching this time for the waist clasp in the back. He readily found it and popped the snap. The zipper gave him trouble. As Feebie leaned in and reached back to assist, her breasts pressed into Wynn's chest. She yanked the zipper down and it loosened the dress waist band enough to slide on down her legs and pool at her ankles. Again, as expected, the dress design disallowed undergarments. But unexpectedly, Feebie wore no stockings; her legs were that smooth and toned. Wynn knelt to gather the stylish dress from the floor. Standing, he held it up and Feebie moved away to drape it carefully over a chair.
Wynn stood still as Feebie returned. She reached out and loosed his tuxedo's bowtie. The jacket and cummerbund were next; then the cuff links and ruffled shirt. She kissed his lips before descending to her knees. The pants button and zipper whispered open and Wynn's pants circled his ankles. Feebie reached under the bunched pant cuffs to untie the shoe laces. Wynn lifted one leg and then the other as Feebie removed pants, sox and shoes in one sweeping motion.
Rising, Feebie wrapped her arm in his and guided Wynn to the satin sheeted bed. Sitting on the edge, Wynn lay back and rested sideways in the bed. Feebie tugged at his boxers' waist band and Wynn lifted his hips in permission for the cloth to be pulled down and off his legs.
Having prepared Wynn for the task at hand, Feebie took the task in hand and stroked slowly. Wynn was firm but not hard. Further measures were required. Feebie leaned in and, holding his cock upright, pecked a kiss on the tip. The tip of her tongue probed the tip of his dick. Her lips travelled down to but not over the rim.
Wynn was harder now. Feebie looked up to see Wynn's expression. His eyes were closed, his face calm and his breathing steady. Good; a relaxed Wynn would be easier to work with.
She rose up on the bed to get a better angle. Her lips opened wider and she slid them down the shaft full distance in one slow stroke. That got a low moan out of Wynn. Encouraged, Feebie rolled her tongue from side to side around his shaft as she slid up and down. Wynn was now as hard as Feebie figured he was going to get.
