Tasmin Ferrer did not want to be here tonight, but a favour was a favour. The party was fine, full of the beautiful people who were eager to be seen by the right people. It was not the fault of the host and hostess, nor her escort who had begged her to come and act as his date for the evening, that she was not enjoying herself.
Single and ready to find a man that kept her blood racing, both in and out of the bed, but none were to be found, in fact they should be listed as an endangered species. The last man she had dated and ended up cheating on her, problem was it had not mattered because he was strictly a dick at the end of the day, and even that had been wanting.
No the problem was all firmly set in her corner, she was picky. The man for her would be thoughtful, intelligent, adventurous and let's not forget dominant in the sack. So horny, tonight, Taz thought she would even settle for a vanilla fuck, but what she really wanted was to be taken.
A need to be sexy tonight she chose to wear her new soft lemon silk velvet halter top that hooked around the neck and tied mid-back and a satin skirt that skimmed her ankles and hung low on her hips in the same colour. The embellished thongs were comfortable and in this case made her outfit appear less formal.
Being neither fat nor skinny, tall nor short, pretty or ugly, she considered herself very much like every other woman, and happy with her lot in life. What was more than the usual was her chest, the completely real, larger than her ass, breasts were both her biggest curse and a fabulous asset. Taz got off by men, and even some women, who could not keep their eyes from checking out her rack. The nipples were large light pink circles that end with cherry red tips that were easily excitable and when handled right had a direct link to her pussy. What was not as easy was the back pain she suffered from compensating for their size.
Looking out over the room she noticed her date for the evening, a co-worker gorgeous and totally gay thus her act as his latest shield, in a group of men and women all listening intently to a man who had caught her eye earlier. Familiar to her but still not knowing who he was did not stop Taz from looking, she liked what she saw.
Tall, broad shouldered, stark grey hair and piercing blue eyes were all wonderful, the black soft linen trousers and white linen dress shirt suited the raw sensuality he oozed but she felt the power rolling off him in waves spoke more about his personality than any of the trappings.
On a sigh she made her way through the room, out to the balcony and moved off a way down to rest outside of the living room's light against the balustrade. The view of the city lights in the easy summer heat was beautiful but she would much prefer it to be the sea or rolling hills, she was not much of a city person and yet she had lived her for almost five years with no end in sight.
Mind wandering, taking her somewhere else, Taz never felt anything, heard nothing but suddenly there was a large presence directly behind her. Starting to turn around the solid body moved flush against her, holding her pressed between the rails and a hard aroused body. A mouth moved to her ear and whispered with an aurora of an order surrounding it, "Do not move."
The voice was low, deep and spoke directly to her pussy. A pulse started to beat, from the man or the command he gave she was not sure, but was eager to see what would happen next.
Heat radiating off the man behind eased a little as he stepped back, not far but enough so he was not longer touching her, she held steady. A large rough finger followed the line of her spine from her neck to where her top was tied. With great ease the knot was released and the pointed edges fluttered down to her sides, the finger returned to continue tracing down her spine to where the skirt rested easily along her hips. It moved under the slight waistband and ran back and forth bringing a shudder to her frame and gooseflesh to race up her arms.
Big broad hands traced up and over her satin covered hips, up then back down, slowly. Up over her hips and over the indentation at her waist and back down. One hand gripped a hip and the other smoothly slid up, up, up and eased under the tops loose fabric and cupped a large breast.
"Uhhh!"
"Shhh...do not move."
Two wicked fingers reached up and pinched her pointed nipple, twisted it once, but held the pinched tip while he kissed and nibbled his way over the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder, over and over again.
Hands tightened on the railing, trying not to move but now she was completely tuned into the stranger behind her and eager for what he would do next. Feeling her pussy pulse and beat with need Taz was hard pressed not to press her ass back against the hard cock she just knew he would be sporting.
This man with large hands, perfect hands for her breasts, held them both captive. It was difficult not to moan she thrust her chest out instead, trying to show him she liked what he was doing, wanted more.
Instead she got, "You moved."
For a moment she thought he was going to leave, but instead she heard the rasp of a zipper being undone.
A stranger was about to fuck her at a party where anyone could walk out and see them. Was this something she wanted?
With hands resting on her thighs he started gathering the soft skirt in his hands, exposing the back of her much more than her front. When he noticed she wore a tiny scrap of nothing as underwear she thought she heard a hum of appreciation before he tugged them down to land at her feet.
