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.
"My, oh my, that is an exquisite necklace, Alexa. May I?" She smiled as she ran her fingers over my necklace.
"Thank you Fiona, Jon gave it to me and the earrings to match. They're part of a set." I stopped myself from mentioning my body jewelry although I'm sure that she could see the outline of nipple jewelry through the dress.
Before I could say anything more she moved her right hand to my dress and slipped her index finger inside the bodice, just above the swell of my right breast. She lightly pressed her thumb against the outside of my dress and slid her fingers down until the tip of her fingernail grazed my areola.
"And this dress is magnificent."
I let out a soft gasp, my eyes fluttering for a quick moment as her fingernail moved, almost imperceptibly against my tender pink, now swelling areola. She reached over with her left hand to do the same with my left breast. My nipples, hard as little pebbles, strained against the delicate fabric of my dress. I pressed my thighs together harder, softly biting my lower lip as she looked into my eyes. I hoped that she couldn't see the sudden flare of lust flashing in my blue eyes.
I tried to murmur a thank you, but it came out more like a plea for more than an acknowledgement of appreciation.
"Th-thank you Fiona. Jon picked it out for me."
She winked, "I'm sure he did. Please, come and meet our other guests."
"Oh god!" I thought, my wetness growing. "Please just fuck me here on the floor!" My inner voice begging to be heard.
Regaining my focus, I took Jon's arm as we walked into what appeared to be study. A study with its own bar no less!
David announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce our guests. I think that you all know Jon, but you don't know the lovely Alexa."
"Well not yet anyway." He chuckled.
I blushed again and smiled, tightening my grip on Jon's arm trying to hide my nervousness.
Jon led me to the first couple, Robert and Holly. He was tall, about 6'3" and fit with dark, wavy hair. Holly was tall and slender with brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Alexa," Robert smiled as he shook my hand.
"We've heard so much about you Alexa," Holly said as she leaned forward to kiss my cheek.
There it was again, they'd "heard so much about" me. I tried to push those thoughts aside before I said something stupid like, "Do you want to just fuck me right here and now? Please!"
Struggling to maintain my composure, I smiled back, "Thank you, it's a pleasure to meet y'all as well."
Next, I met Steven and Susan, they greeted me much the same way, a knowing look in their eyes as we exchanged pleasantries. Steven was just over 6' with a shock of white hair, Susan was his height in her heels. He looked as if he played football and she looked as if she'd just stepped out of a swimsuit catalog with her dark tan, shoulder-length blonde hair, and incredible figure.
The men wore tuxedos with cowboy boots and the ladies wore beautiful cocktail dresses. Holly's was cream colored with gold embroidery, spaghetti straps, and a slit in the front of her dress that was nearly as high as the one in mine. Susan's scarlet, strapless dress accented her figure perfectly.
"Now that you've met everyone, would you like a cocktail Alexa?" David queried.
Collecting my thoughts and focus from the couples who had evaluated me more than "met" me, I answered:
"Yes please, an extra dry martini with a twist."
"Do you have a preference for gin or vodka and if so, a brand?"
