She'd been looking forward to this party for weeks.
A few times a year, a friend of ours with a grand old house out in the suburbs would throw a party. How do I even begin to describe M_____'s parties? First of all, it amused him to meet his guests at the door in a corset and garters and drawl, "You've arrived on a rather special night. It's one of the Master's affairs." (I always half expected to see a deranged redhead behind him gushing "You're lucky, I'm lucky, we're all lucky!" But that's neither here nor there.) He'd then show you around his home if it was your first time there, or invite you to the living room to hang out and nosh until everyone else had arrived. He liked making formal introductions. But that wasn't all he liked.
M______'s home was nothing short of stunning. The sculpture and art on the walls was striking, lush, tasteful, and scorchingly erotic. And the furnishings were no less so. He had couches so long and low and plush you almost wanted to snuggle with them as well as on them. There were massage tables equipped with a variety of restraint systems. His huge hardwood hot tub had benches for one to four as well as spots you could stand chin-deep in the warmth while dozens of jets had their way with you. Perhaps my favorite was the room whose floor was neither wood nor carpet, but cushion several feet deep. He had clearly put a great deal of thought into his home, and loved the opportunity to share it with others.
J________ and I had been to these parties a few times before (both singly and together) and I could hardly blame her for her excitement. When she came out of her room dressed for the affair, I was suddenly every bit as excited. She wore a pair of cute strappy sandals and a simple sheath in pale purple china silk with a hand-painted dragon that curled about her body. The painting somehow drew attention both to and away from the fact that there was clearly not a thing underneath. Of course I'd seen her in (and out of) that dress before. But my mouth still got dry, my throat tightened, my heart pounded, and my... well, you get the idea. Seemingly without passing through the space between us, she melted into my arms.
"You ready? Can we go? Should we bring anything? It's not too early is it? Let's go!" Her playful effervescence restored my powers of speech.
"Patience dear one." I took her ID, her hair clip, and a tube of her favorite slippery stuff and put them in my messenger bag. After all, she clearly had no pockets. "I've got a little treat for you this evening." Her earnest, eager blue eyes looked up into mine with such delight and anticipation that my mouth went dry again. "Do everything I tell you tonight, and you'll get a surprise. Deal?"
I could tell she was trying to decide whether her pretty little pout would get my secret out of me now (probably) or if it would be more fun to play along. In the end, she lowered her eyes to the floor and whispered, "As you wish."
This was going to be a good evening.
The ride to M______'s was usually a rather long one, but given the absence of complicating undergarments, I kept us both amused with my hand in her lap. It didn't even take my attention from the road. At least... not much. After what seemed like only a few moments, J______'s back was arching, her scent filled the car, and we were pulling into the driveway. I gave her a few moments to compose herself (she never needed makeup, especially with that glow...) a lingering kiss, then grabbed my bag and we headed inside.
"You've arrived on a rather special night..."
"You know," I interrupted our host, "you're quoting Riff Raff, but you're dressed as Frank."
"Well!" M______ feigned indignance admirably. "It's MY party, and I'll do as I like. Are you coming in, or are you going to hang about on the doorstep frightening the other guests?"
"Hmmm..." I replied, completing our now traditional formula. "I guess we'll come in this time."
As M_______ showed us in, I ran my fingers through J_____'s hair, down her neck and back, along her ass. Then I nipped her earlobe and gave her her first order of the evening: "Go into the living room, find us a seat and wait for me." She strode away to comply, while M______ and I watched. The way her body moved beneath the silk was just...
"Magnificent" said M______
"You have no idea..." Then after a moment's reflection, a grin stole across my lips and I glanced sidelong at him. "Then again, I guess you do."
It was his turn to grin as he headed for the living room. "Hold on a second" I said. "I want her to have to wait for me for a few minutes." Bless his heart, he didn't miss a beat or even ask why. Ever the gracious host, he simply made small talk with me until the doorbell rang and he excused himself to greet his next guests.
In the living room, I found J_____ had claimed an overstuffed armchair for us. Almost a loveseat in its own right, I still didn't object when she stood for me, then swarmed up into my lap once I'd settled.
We greeted old friends and chitchatted with new ones as folks trickled in. From the looks of the buffet table, M_____ had outdone himself yet again. But with J_____ curled in my lap, there wasn't currently anything else in the world I needed. Finally, after the last of his guests were shown in, M_____ made his grand reentrance. Even without the 4" heels, this boy knew how to make an entrance. With them...
"Good evening, my unconventional conventionists!" There were some good-natured groans and polite applause. We really needed to chip in and buy this guy some new jokes. "I want to thank you all for coming." That got the adolescent snicker it deserved. "First of all, I'd like to go around the room and have everyone give their names and, if you like, share a thought with us this evening. I'm M______, and this is my humble abode."
There were names, and I tried to keep most of them matched with faces. It was one young lady's birthday, another couple's 5th anniversary. It was our friend F______'s first time at one of these parties, and one girl we didn't know had just lost a loved one. When it came to us, I said, "I'm A______, this is J______, and if you ask her nicely, she'll show you her naughty bits." This got a warm chuckle from all, and J_____ blushed prettily. Then she snuggled closer against me. Yes, this was going to be a wonderful evening indeed.
Introductions complete, it came back to our host again. "Okay, now for the rules."
