This is part 2 of "The Party" story. As with my previous stories, this is based on my real life experiences with a touch of fantasy thrown in. Thank you for reading and please, I enjoy and appreciate your comments and feedback either after the story or via email.
As we drove to the party, I could feel my excitement growing, excitement with a little trepidation as to what was in store. As if he could read my thoughts, Jon reached over and pulled the "V" of my dress a little higher, exposing my pussy that was already beginning to glisten with the honey of my juices. His eyes firmly on the road, he pressed his middle finger just above my clit hood and lightly flicked the little gold ball of my piercing causing it to move ever so slightly against my clit.
I whimpered and panted softly, my hands gripping the sides of my seat.
"Ohhhh, god, what are you doing?" Knowing full well that he loved to tease me.
"Why, getting you ready for the party of course." He replied with a smirk and a wink.
I mumbled something unintelligible and closed my eyes, trying to control myself. I wanted to grab his hand and fuck his fingers into my glistening slit!
The guard came out to greet us as we arrived at the entrance to the gated community. He leaned down to ask our destination. I blushed deeply as a leering smile curled his lips as his eyes flicked over to me, my glistening cunt clearly visible between my parted thighs. He seemed transfixed by my wet slit until Jon raised his voice.
"Did you hear me?"
The guard stammered an apology and reluctantly turned his attention to Jon. "Uh, s-sorry sir, I just..."
It took all of my effort not to laugh. Not a cruel laugh, but one that one has when you see someone caught doing something they shouldn't.
"I know, you just wish that you could bury your cock in her cunt, don't you?" Jon smiled.
"N-no, y-yes. Uh, you can go ahead sir."
"Thank you, maybe you'll get lucky some time." Jon winked and putting the Porsche in gear, took off.
My focus thankfully taken from need, I punched Jon lightly on the shoulder and laughed, "'Maybe you'll get lucky some time.' What did you mean by that?"
"Just what I said. Maybe I'll bring you back, strip you and put you on your knees to suck his cock while he lets people in or maybe he won't have to leave to take his piss break."
I blushed again, biting my lower lip as the thought of that reignited the fire in my slit.
"Oh!"
Changing the subject, I asked Jon, "Who are the other guests?"
"They're several couples that I know." He replied.
Glancing over, he added, "They're here for you."
"Oh. OH!" I exclaimed as what he said sunk in.
I shifted in my seat and looked at him, "For me?"
He chuckled and nodded, "Mmmhmm. They know what kind of filthy, little, greedy slut that you are."
I felt the heat again as my face flushed and the heat returned to my cunt. "Ohhh. Y-you told them ALL about me?"
He smiled and teased, "Well, maybe not everything."
My eyes returned to the street, thoughts of every sort cascading through my mind. "For me?" I murmured silently as the flush spread from my face to my chest. I fought the impulse to ask what he meant, but knew that it would be a foolish question. I tried to focus on the street as we drove on.
As we arrived at our hosts' house my eyes widened, actually it was more of a mansion than a house. I thought Jon's house was big, but this must've been 10,000 square feet.
"Oh wow! You didn't tell me that they lived in a place this big." I exclaimed.
"I didn't? Well, they're fairly well off, don't you think."
Laughing, I replied, "Fairly?"
Jon came around and opened my door for me, as he always did, and I slid out of the low slung seat, the cool air hitting my moist slit, giving anyone who was near a clear view of my smooth, pink slit. As I stood, I pushed my dress back down to cover my stocking tops before we started up the steps to the house.
As we neared the top of the steps, the ornate glass and wrought iron door swung open and a couple stepped out into the porch light. The man appeared to be about 5'11" and stocky while the woman looked to be nearly as tall in her heels. He had a shock of white hair and looked to be quite muscular even in his tuxedo. She had black hair that was piled high on her head giving the illusion that she was even taller than she was. Her dress was shimmering black that came down to the floor. It was hi-lighted with a low cut bodice that clearly displayed her ample breasts.
The man shouted out a greeting: "Jon, welcome to our humble abode!"
Jon laughed, "Always laid back and low key David. Thank you."
As we reached the top of the steps, David smiled, "And this must be the lovely Alexa! Jon's description didn't do you justice."
Smiling, I blushed and extended my hand, "Pleased to meet you David."
He took my hand and pulled me close, kissing my cheek as his free hand slid around and over my bottom, kneading as he chuckled. "The pleasure is ours."
I jumped slightly as he kneaded, pushing against him I could swear that he had a hard on. And something deep inside of me, that need, sparked causing me to press my thighs together in an unsuccessful attempt to quell my need.
He stepped back and introduced his wife. "Where are my manners? Alexa, this is my wife Fiona."
I extended my hand again, "Thank you for welcoming us to your beautiful home Fiona."
Smiling, Fiona took my hand in hers and squeezing it lightly, leaned forward and kissed me on each cheek.
"Thank you for coming, Jon has told us all about you."
My cheeks reddened with a soft blush. "Oh, hopefully it was good."
She stepped back a half of a step and chuckled, "It most certainly was."
They ushered us into the foyer and David took my shawl.
"Thank you Sir."
"But of course." David smiled.
