It was pitch black down here in the basement. No windows available that would let in the street light, the door leading to the stairs was sealed tight and probably would not have let in light even if the stairs were lit, which they weren't. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face, and in that darkness, there were four other people.
After dinner we had more wine, played a loud boardgame and then, as we all began to feel warm and sexy from the drinks and the company, it was suggested we have a game of hide 'n go seek. We all slipped down to the basement, made sure nothing was going to hurt us or get broken, and then we shut the lights off.
I had carefully slid across the room, opposite of where I had been. I nearly laughed out loud when I heard someone behind me crash into the bookcase that I had been standing in front of. So now I knew at least one of our group had their eye on me.
All that adolescent excitement came coursing through me. The fear of the dark mixed with a sexual excitement of being chased. Across the room, I had seen Cheryl, her husband Ron had been next to the door where the light switch was. Holly and Dane, an unmarried couple had been to either side of me across the room from each other. I wonder whom it was that raced for my old location.
There were nervous giggles from the other two women, and a guy had bumped into something and swore quietly. So I was in search of Cheryl. We had been secret lovers for a little while and we had talked about including her husband but Cheryl had said not till she had fulfilled all her desires on me first.
My outstretched hands hit the wall, I move to the right and bump into the leather chair. Cheryl had been on the other side of that chair, so I worked my way around. I had figured Ron wasn't going to find his wife right away, and Dane seemed to have hungry eyes for me ( he was probably the one that hit the bookcase ). Sure enough, I reached out and found someone. And yes, after hearing her scream, I knew it was Cheryl. Now I had to giggle out loud and I took her hand, guiding her further to the right, away from where everyone would have heard her scream.
Now safely over to one side, I begin kissing Cheryl, hard. My fingers dig into her firm ass cheeks, pulling her tight against me, our breasts crushed between us. She slides her hands up under my top, squeezing and kneading my breasts until my nipples responded. Then she's pinching them, turning them into bullets.
"Bugger off!" a male voice calls across the room. "Sorry." Another male voice answers. We laugh. Oh oh…did we give away our position? I sense movement coming towards us.
"Dane?" Holly calls for her boyfriend. He doesn't answer her. "Dane?!"
A hand hits my back. "Ah ha!" sounds like Dane.
"Where are you?" Holly calls again. Now he answers and it's right beside me "Over here."
"Where?"
"Come and find me." He calls while his hands begin to slide over my shoulders, down my arms, around to my front where he encounters and pair of hands! He pulls back. "Sorry."
"That's okay." Cheryl whispers.
Silence from behind me as he absorbs the information. And then his hands begin to explore again, pressing Cheryl's hands as well as my breasts. He presses up against my back, his erection pushing into the small of my back. He must be a little uncomfortable. Dane's hands are sliding across my belly now, pushing their way into my waistband, and trying to reach between my legs.
Meanwhile my hands are busy unbuttoning and zippering down Cheryl's shorts. The sound of the zipper unmistakable in the dark.
"What's going on?" Holly asks, a little closer now. Suddenly she squeals! Must be Ron catching up to her. We pause while we listen to their little struggle, Ron using a sinister laugh "got you now!"
There's a mumbling as if Holly's mouth is covered. But something's not right? Sounds more like a struggle? Slap! No mistaking that sound! We hear her shuffle across the room again, bounce off something, nails scrambling across the wall, hollow sound of the closed door being thumped, the jingle of the door handle and then a soft light from upstairs reveals us and Holly framed in the door.
She turns to look, sees her husband molded along my back, Cheryl in front of me with one of my hands in her shorts.
"Ah ha!" Ron says and advances upon us.
Holly scurries up the stairs…alone.
There's the four of us now, turning into the guys arms, massaging stiff cocks through their pants, switching until I'm kneeling in front of Ron, Cheryl in front of Dane. When did my top come off? Doesn't matter. We have the pants off the boys and we are licking and sucking noisily. Cheryl has a hand on my ass, squeezing and pinching. I'm trying to reach between her legs with one hand while stroking Ron with the other.