"I just knew this was gonna be boring," Dorothy said with a sigh. "Why do you have to come to these parties every year?"
"He's my boss, hon," said Mike, "I don't like these parties any more than you, but he's a jerk about things like this. Sorry, we'll leave at the first opportunity, I promise."
"Yeah, yeah...sure we will."
They smiled at each other and decided to make the best of it.
After an hour or so, Dorothy and Mike found themselves snuggled together on a large, plush living room sofa, her arm wrapped around his, her head on his shoulder, talking with his fellow workers. As the conversation went on, Dorothy became restless, but when the topic turned to sex she perked up. During the course of sexy stories and bawdy jokes, her leg came up and found it's way across Mike's lap. Her skirt was on the short side, so she had to push it down to prevent revealing any secrets, but she kept her leg on his lap.
Several stories and jokes later she began to nuzzle and nibble Mike's ear. He looked at her several times, flushed, giving her stern warnings. But when Dorothy is feeling sexy, warnings mean nothing to her. She hoped that by turning Mike on, they would leave the party and go home to have a party of their own. But even Dorothy wasn't prepared for what would eventually happen.
In the course of nibbling and kissing her man, Dorothy became extremely pleased with herself when the knee resting in Mike's lap had a most welcome visitor. She felt something pressing against her knee and looked down to see a bulge in Mike's pants. She brushed her knee against the bulge, letting him know she knew about his plight. Mike could only smile. But discovering his excitement made her that much more excited herself. She was now kissing him on the mouth and sucking on his lips, her hands holding his head firmly in place, not allowing his lips to escape.
When Dorothy's tongue came out to play, Mike decided it was time to cool things off. Only a couple of the other partiers had noticed the pair's heated condition, so Mike got up off the sofa, turning quickly to avoid showing off his bulging crotch. He grabbed Dorothy's hand and pulled her up off of the sofa,leading her into his boss's huge dining room.
Once there, Dorothy tried to fling her arms around his neck and kiss him passionately. But he stopped her, reluctantly, because that would certainly not help his "growing" situation.
"Look...um...maybe we should just go home," he said, believing that was exactly what Dorothy wanted.
"No way, lover," she cooed, "I'm way past that. This is a huge mansion your creepy old boss has here. Whaddya say we find us a nice, cozy, private room and have a little fun?"
"Are you outta your gourd?! This is my BOSS'S house, remember? You know, the guy who gives me the paychecks that help feed and clothe us?"
"This house is so big no one would either miss us or find us. We could probably do the dirty in ten different rooms and no one would be the wiser."
"You really are crazy," Mike said, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Mikey," Dorothy sung the words seductively, "I'm not wearing panties."
"Oh, Dor...why do you do these things to me? You know I can't resist the no panties thing." Mike sighed and accepted defeat gracefully, wiping the dribbling beads of sweat from his forehead.
Knowing she had him, it was now Dorothy's turn to take Mike by the hand and lead him. Glancing quickly into the living room to check on the other guests, who were still giggling over each other's jokes and limericks, Dorothy pulled back into the dining room and spotted another large entranceway on the other side of it. She led the groaning Mike through it into a large sparsely lit room. Walking quickly through this room, they found a massive, curved stairway leading to the second floor of the house.
"And let's just see where these lead," said the love of MIke's life.
Mike - poor, engorged Mike - could only continue to groan as his still growing bulge strained in his pants on the way up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs was a very long hallway, with four or five doors on either side of it.
"Aha!" exclaimed Dorothy, "Seems we have our pick, lover of mine."
Mike groaned, having a vision of his boss waving multiple pink slips under his nose.
Dorothy pulled Mike along and, picking a door purely on whim, she turned the knob and slowly peered in, feeling like a naughty school girl. Mike, though definitely aroused by the possibilities, still groaned. The room was dark. Dorothy entered swiftly and pulled the perspiring Mike in after her...and then closed the door behind them.
Stumbling around in the dark, Mike was the first to find the light switch. He flicked it, and they both quickly scanned the room, ready to turn off the lights and bolt at the first sign of occupancy, though given the darkness as they entered that was highly unlikely. Their search found nothing but an empty room, soon to be a love nest of their own making.
No sooner had the coast been determined to be clear, then Dorothy was clinging octopus-like to Mike, kissing his lips passionately, her mouth sucking the air out of him as her tongue explored his mouth with abandon.
She let go of him just long enough to look him in the eye and show a wicked grin.
"And now, my hot, sexy lover...we're going to make wet, steamy love all over this room."
Mike groaned again, and asked, "Ok, but...any chance we can do it quietly?"
"We'll see. We'll see...but right now I just want to remind you about what I mentioned earlier. I was telling you the truth when I said I wasn't wearing panties. How's that make you feel, honey?" She purred and nuzzled her lips just below his earlobe.
Mike reached down and grabbed her thighs, lifting her off the floor. Her legs came up and wrapped themselves around his waist. As they kissed passionately, Mike tumbled forward but the wall kept them from falling to the floor. Braced against the wall, he held her off the floor with her legs wrapped around him and they kissed madly.
Holding Dorothy against the wall,one of Mike's hands reached down to determine the truth of her no-panties statement. The wet fur his hand encountered was proof enough of her claim. His hand quickly left there to tug at the fly of his pants, his mouth never pausing for an instant in the mashing of his lips to hers. Having opened his fly, he now reached in to pull out his confined member. He freed it with a sigh of relief. Then, putting his arm back around Dorothy, he slid her down slowly onto his throbbing shaft, and they both sighed.
As Mike lowered Dorothy onto his throbbing member, their simultaneous sighs turned quickly to gasps and moans. Mike thrust his hips into Dorothy as she squeezed him with her legs and slowly matched his thrusting rhythm. Throughout their heated thrusting, Mike and Dorothy kissed each other forcefully enough that their teeth scraped even as their tongues explored each other's mouths. At length, Dorothy pulled her hot mouth away from Mike's long enough to gasp out,
"See...Mike...isn't this...better than...that stupid...party?"
Mike could only clench his teeth with the strain of his battering hips and grunt out an affirmative reply. Bracing his lady love against the wall, Mike squeezed her breast with his free hand, his other still wrapped around her. His breast fondling hand finally got around to working its way beneath her blouse, where it continued its assault on her breast. He lightly squeezed it and pinched her pink nipple as his mouth attacked hers and his groin pounded into her. When Dorothy felt Mike getting very close to orgasm, she began squeezing his penis with her vaginal muscles as she pistoned up and down on him. The sensation was driving Mike wild and he took a step back from the wall so he could suck her other nipple while his fingers tweaked and teased the first. To do so, his hand made short work of her blouse, tearing it quickly to the side until the delicious orb bounced freely out of its confinement. His thrusting continued, causing her steaming sex to jump and hop wetly on his pounding erection. Finally, Dorothy, who was horny from the start, couldn't take it any more. She exploded just about the same time as Mike, who likewise needed release. While her juices warmed his swollen, burrowing shaft, his in turn filled her. They continued to hump breathlessly against the wall for a few more minutes, their orgasms seeming to take their sweet time subsiding and their sex-fevered brains eventually cooling and clearing. They slumped against the wall to catch their breaths, kissing each others faces and mouths.
"Mmmmm..." sighed Dorothy, still kissing Mike's willing but irritated lips passionately, "I guess next time I suggest a little diversion, you'll agree just a little more quickly, won't you, lover?"
"Oh, yes," Mike panted, "I'd say that's a pretty safe assumption on your part." Then, still trying to catch stray lungfuls of air, he added, "Tell you what...in the sexual arena, you lead and I'll follow, oh brazen one."
"Glad to hear it. That opens up a world of delicious possibilities."
"Ha! Now I've stepped in it!" Mike laughed, wondering just what future activities he might've gotten himself into with that hasty agreement.
They both laughed briefly, still leaning against the wall, then their mouths found each other again, and their kisses were long, slow and deep. However, those warm, sensual kisses were cut short. Outside the door, they heard giggling and some decidedly lecherous laughter, followed shortly by the sound of a door opening and then closing again. It sounded like the door to one of the adjoining rooms! That possibility was confirmed when the giggling continued, coming now from the room to Mike's and Dorothy's right, clearly heard through the closed door between the two rooms.
