These Friday night parties were becoming tiresome. Every week, the usual suspects. Sure, I was once again dressed for attention, and getting all I could want. But while the bait was working, the prey wasn't worth catching.
I was at the drinks table when I saw her. Across the room. I'd never seen her before. She was older than the others. A real woman among the boys and girls. Her eyes were focused on mine so intently. She wanted me, was beckoning me to her, and I couldn't resist.
My legs carried me to her, as though they were under her command. As I approached her she stood up. She was beautiful, and had a body to die for. She leaned in and whispered into my ear, "No names, no bullshit."
She took my hand and led me down a hall to a back bedroom. She didn't stop at the bed, but led me to the small, ensuite, locking the door behind us. Taking both of my hands now, she pinned them behind my back, pressing her body against mine with my back against the door. She leaned in, her mouth close to mine. She moved her body so that her breasts were massaging my own. My nipples were rock hard, my pussy weeping, my clit throbbing, agonizingly untouched.
She kissed me, softly at first, almost sweetly. I responded, kissing her back. Our tongues played lightly. She kissed harder, sucking my tongue. I responded with a deep moan. I wanted her to know my urgency, how badly I wanted her.
She broke the kiss, giving me a wicked smile. She slowly knelt in front me, releasing my hands and raising my skirt, directing me to hold it. She slid my panties off and put them in her purse. I spread my legs for her without thinking. She looked up into my eyes and blew lightly on my landing strip. I shivered, my pussy convulsing. I was sweating, so desperate for her mouth to fuck me.
