We arrive at a chalet in silver Aston Martin convertible on a cool night just as the sun is going down.
You are wearing a low-cut silver, light dress that lets the spring breeze through and feel a bit of electricity in the anticipation -- not knowing what will happen tonight, but excited because you can feel the sexy lingerie under your dress that no one can see; a black strapless push-up bra which lifts your breasts and displays a wonderful view almost down to the bottom of your rib cage in front, and a black satin lace thong you are constantly reminded of as you shift your weight and feel your bare ass on the dress against the heated leather seat.
I'm wearing a fitted black tux, my hair is black with streaks of grey... few locks hang down above my forehead. We're both tanned and look wonderful.
As the valet lets you and I out, we walk together through the front double doors, you on my arm and enter a large hallway. We both take a glass of what is being offered on the silver tray and are told to enter the room on the left.
As we walk in, we see about 12 other couples milling around smiling, some laughing. There are heavy burgundy curtains hanging down from a high vaulted ceiling, a large matching rug in the middle of the room. One large crystal chandelier hangs from the center of the ceiling over a table that has a large arrangement of flowers with black satin strips arranged around the base.
When you look around, you're astonished at the collection of beautiful people in the room. The men are all distinguished looking, tanned and obviously in shape. The image of Baron Von Trapp and Christopher Plummer enters your mind on some and you chuckle to yourself... all very sexy. The women are just as remarkable; all with wonderful figures -- not the results of Barbie Doll-like surgery... all natural, but beautiful with aquiline jaw lines, pulled up hair with strands hanging down in wonderful dresses themselves. They are all on their men's arms, sipping their drinks and looking around as you are. No one appears pretentious or posing.. they are all happy and seem to feel the electricity as you do.
We finish our drinks as we mingle around and talk to people. We laugh easily and are enjoying this as we finish another drink. Occasionally I steer you to different places, but let my hand on the small of your back slip down to lightly rest on the right half of your ass. No one notices, but my fingers move imperceptibly while it rests there and you can feel each finger through the sheer material of your dress.. you're reminded each time of the silky thong as I slyly grasp the back just between my thumb and finger and slowly ride it up so you can feel the silk slip between your lips and glide... I chuckle under my breath as your breath catches each time.. no one else knows why your speech falters occasionally... my small sexual torture for right now...
After another drink, we walk out on the empty balcony. I turn you, put your back against the wall and start kissing your neck.. by now you've already heated up and reach down to feel how hard my cock is in my pants... it is hard, stiff and you softly caress it... up and down through my pants. I reach my right hand up to the front of your dress, spread my fingers and grasp your left breast.. curving my fingers over the material as I slip two fingers between the push up and your breast to find your nipple, hard and aching to be fondled, lightly pulled...
We continue this but I break away quickly and bring you back into the room. You've become so heated, you can feel the lips of your pussy becoming wet -- its making the silk slip back and forth as you walk...almost unbearable. As we enter, we realize we aren't the only ones who've become heated. Some of the couples are slowly dancing, kissing....many have taken seats in the red velvet covered chairs around the room.
We notice people's attention being to drift off to the right and see a lovely looking couple who are truly engaged in themselves and have lost the world. As we all watch, continuing to sip our drinks, you notice the man's legs are parted and you can't help notice the visible bulge in the front of his crotch. At the same time, my hand slips to your ass.
You initially are self-conscious, realizing there are people standing behind us, but you are too charged to care. As my hand begins to openly caress your ass, you're startled to watch a man standing behind his woman on our right lightly pull her hair back with his right hand, begin to kiss her neck as he slowly slips his left hand down the front of her dress to grasp her breast. Some of the other couples giggle, which you do at first, but then as you watch.. as you feel the pressure from my hand on your ass circling slowly across your cheeks, you become flush.. hot...
"Alright everyone.... " announces the host, who is truly a startlingly good looking gentleman in his 40's. "I think we're about ready for the draw..." All the couples laugh... this is not embarrassing, it's not some immature spin-the-bottle... you're not sure what it is, but know that everyone seems to feel comfortable with it, happy... alive. You look at me as the host takes a bowl around and I nod at you, grinning, to pick a piece of paper out. As he moves on, you open it and it has a gold number inside. Our number is 6. You look at me and I reassure you that all is well... I smile, you smile back and feel comfortable... almost at home.
After a small time, all the numbers have been passed out and the host chuckles as he presses a button, ".. let's see which one of you beautiful people will be the first, the most daring.. the ones who allow all the rest of us to feel... well, whatever the hell we want to feel!" He laughs as everyone laughs with him.
"Ok.. the number is "6""... everyone starts looking around... you're wondering what this means, but now I've a look on my face that is both grinning, but slightly evil... the 'evil' you've come to know when we're alone.... I don't look at anyone else... just you as I start gliding you to the middle of the room and the cherry table. The other couples begin to recede to the chairs and walls of the room as we take center stage. You are nervous... a little self conscious.
I stop, face you, place my right hand behind your neck and pull your lips to mine. You are torn between wanting me and the obvious attention the others are giving us. You look around, expecting to feel embarrassed, but for some reason their looks only seem to encourage you.. one beautiful woman winks at you and you can't help but grin even as our lips are touching.
As we begin to hold each other, I reach down and openly, strongly grasp your left ass cheek. You put your hand behind your back to take my wrist and move it away, still slightly self conscious, but as you do, I draw back my hand and slap your ass hard. You are startled... pull a few inches away and look at me as I slap it again. I've got such a grin on my face that you have to grin back.. I tell you " You're not to move my hand"
You sheepishly nod your head up and down.
"You're to do as I say."
