My boyfriend Greg and I were invited to a cocktail party by some friends of friends of ours. The party was in a large house in a town near ours. There were between forty and fifty guests, which barely seemed to make a dent in all the space they had available in the living room. I was wearing a mid-length fairly low cut black cocktail dress. And, as usual, that was all I was wearing. The dress had darts in the front so there was some support for my breasts. But I think it was still pretty obvious to everybody that I wasn't wearing a bra.
On at least a few occasions I bent over to pick up a canapé from the low glass cocktail tables that were scattered around the living room. As I would start to straighten up, I could feel men's eyes boring holes down the front of my dress. It made me feel very good. I have always liked to have men look at me, and especially to look at me as a sexual being. As soon as I realized that there were several men at the party who liked to look at me with lust in their hearts and on their faces, I started bending over more often. I didn't actually eat much at all. I would just bend over and pretend to examine what was available, then take my time about standing up straight again.
Greg and I were, as you're supposed to do, circulating. We didn't see much of each other for a couple of hours while I flirted outrageously with almost all the men, only one of whom I had ever met before. And I only knew him from having met once at another cocktail party. Quite a few of the men were attractive, so it was no hardship on my part to flirt with them. Men are so easy to flirt with. All a woman really has to do is put her hand on a man's arm while she is talking to him, or to make almost any sort of physical contact. For women who smoke it is very easy. They just take the man's hand in theirs to bring the lighter to the cigarette. I have never smoked, so when I am flirting, I try to talk with my hands a lot, and make sure that my hands are on the man whenever possible.
I suppose I was doing a good job of flirting, because I always seemed to be surrounded by men (which I loved). Two or three times, when I turned to the left or right to face one of the group I was talking with, I bumped against a nice firm penis. I can't say for sure that it was firm because of me, but I certainly hoped that I at least helped. After a couple of hours, I saw Greg sitting in a chair across the room. He beckoned to me so I came over to his chair. He asked me if I was enjoying myself and I told him that I certainly was. He knew that meant that I liked the men at the party. We started to talk some more when someone at my side started talking to me. I turned to talk to him and then a couple of other men drifted into the group. We were all talking and flirting when I felt Greg's hand on my leg, under my skirt. I was a little embarrassed in case anyone saw what he was doing. But since my skirt was not very short, I thought that probably no one would notice. To be sure no one would notice, I edged closer to his chair.
This encouraged Greg, so he started slowly to move his hand further up my leg. This was very exciting to me, to be talking to three or four men while Greg was starting to play with me. It seemed like an eternity, though, before his hand got close to my pussy. By that time, I was very wet. And as I said, I wasn't wearing any panties. Greg's fingers found my wetness and then started really playing with me. He slid, didn't even have to push, one finger inside me. My pussy practically swallowed his finger. Then he put another finger inside me, and my legs started to feel weak. I was trying to concentrate on what the men around me were saying, but it was very, very difficult to do. Greg didn't help at all, but rather started moving his fingers faster and faster inside me, as if he was trying, really trying, to make me have an orgasm in front of all these people.
Fortunately for me, he slowed down, but then he took both fingers out of my pussy. I started to panic because I didn't want him to stop. He didn't, though. He just moved his hand around to my bottom and then, before I could move or do anything, he spread his fingers across the cheeks of my bottom and pushed his middle finger all the way up! I almost jumped. Usually Greg has to be very slow and careful when he puts a finger there because I am so tight. But this time, his finger was so well lubricated with my pussy juices, it went all the way in without hurting at all.
Then he started moving it in and out, teasing me. He would pull it almost all the way out, then slide it back in again. Pretty soon he increased the tempo, until he was basically pushing it all the way in and then pulling it all the way out. My hips, all on their own, started moving to the rhythm of his hand. I only gradually became aware of what my body was doing, in public, and I tried to make it stop. I couldn't, but I did manage to shorten the amount of sway of my hips. Maybe, if I was lucky, not everybody in the room would be completely aware of what was happening to me.
