Surveying the crowded room I met eyes with several people I knew, mostly men from parties like this one I've been to before. Oh, let me introduce myself, I'm Cheryl. Just Cheryl. We don't use last names at these kinds of parties and if we encounter people we recognize from them on the street somewhere we don't acknowledge each other, at least not directly. I've been coming to, and at, parties like this for almost two years now. They are organized online by people in some of the chat rooms I hang around in, and it took a while before I was known enough to be invited. Of course, being a woman helps a lot, as it seems like there are always plenty of men interested. The people organizing the parties don't require an even gender balance, but they try to not get things too skewed.
So, like I said, when I entered the room, I got a few eyes. I'm not stunning by any means, but I keep fit, and I was dressed for the evening. I'm small, only five-three, and about a hundred pound soaking wet, but my ass is firm and well shaped and my arms and shoulders are sculpted, which keep my breasts, never as large as I would have liked, perky. I was wearing an outfit that was strapless and complimented the development of my back and shoulders nicely. So having a few heads turned towards me made me feel warm and helps get me in the mood. I turn plenty of heads walking into a club, but in this room where everyone knows they're getting laid is a harder sell. Or so I hoped it'd be a hard sell... I'm here for sex, just like everyone else here, but this is not your ordinary orgy, this is a fantasy party. We post our fantasies on the message board and sometimes things get arranged in advance, and sometimes they happen spontaneously. When you enter the foyer you fill out a name badge with your handle and then fill in the appropriate codes. Some codes are for your requirements, like safe sex only or opposite sex only, and some codes are for preferences, like whether or not you prefer to be dominated or are into multiple people at once, that sort of thing. Some people pick up a mask. I've never used a mask, but I've made it with guys who do and it's a little kinky, especially since they know who I am, but they could be anyone out on the street. I get a little wet sometimes fantasizing about it when I'm standing in line somewhere, like, is that guy checking me out and smiling at me someone I've blown?
I've been to six of these parties now and I've really gotten into it. The organizers screen people pretty well, and they make sure that everyone coming is well aware of the terms, so I've never felt the least bit uncomfortable. I've found that liberating. I'd always hated men coming on to me in clubs or when I was out and about. Some men are nice and go about it in a nonthreatening manner, but most are just creepy. So it's wonderful to feel like I can be as free as I want and when I say no that will be the end of it. Knowing that tends to make me more likely to say yes.
Tonight, I'd posted an elaborate fantasy and several members… oh, and I mean members, had posted that they were interested as well. As I walked through the room I felt hands reaching out to caress as I walked by. One guy slid his hand up along the seam of my stocking to just under the soft fuzz of my mound. I'd worn silk underwear tonight because I really liked the way it felt when someone was fondling or caressing me through them, and I really liked how they felt when they were sliding down my legs. I smiled at him as I slowly inched my way through the crowd.
