Author's Note: I added expanded onto my original story with added sex and a few more details. Thank you all or your interest in my stories. As always, I appreciate the time you take to enjoy my writing.
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It wasn't my first orgy. I had been to a few. It was here where I met Pam, my girlfriend of 10 years now. As a Corporate lawyer I made pretty good money. I was wealthy due to being paid very well for my services and for good investments. Pam is a clothing designer, and fairly wealthy herself.
I met Pam, as I said, at an orgy. She was standing all by herself at the bar drinking a glass of bourbon and watching the various couples, threesomes and even solo action in the massive room of a mutual friend of ours. Andre was filthy rich and loved sex. He threw orgies at least three times a month if not more. I had been to a few over the years, and I enjoyed them for the most part. I hadn't quite admitted that I was gay yet. I still enjoyed being bent over and fucked by a handsome man with a nice cock, but as I got older, and the more adventurous I got, I leaned more towards women. There was something more erotic and sexy about being between the soft thighs of another woman that aroused every pore of my being. Feeling those delicious folds parting as my tongue pushed through them was magical.
Pam was standing there stark naked. She had a tall beautiful body. Long pale legs that went up to a lush dark patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. It was thick and she had a nice thin line of hair going up to her navel. I was attracted to it almost immediately. Her body was shapely, her stomach flat and her hips gorgeous. Her breasts were small, but pert and inviting with soft pink nipples that seemed to call out to me as I walked closer. I walked over to her and smiled as I ordered a shot of whiskey to calm my nerves. I was deeply attracted to her the moment that I had seen her and she smiled at me as she looked me up and down like a lioness eyeing her next meal. Her eyes, were soft blue, almost gray. They scanned me with great interest as her soft red painted lips parted over her glass of Jack Daniels, her bottom lip teasing the lip of her glass just lightly. I smiled. She had a jet black short bobbed haircut that seemed accented by her soft pale skin.
My pussy was throbbing as I looked her up and down. Even the painted toes of her feet turned me on as I looked up her legs.
I kept myself in shape through swimming, tennis and racquetball. I exercised daily and ate right...most days. At 30 years of age I looked delicious myself. I would fuck myself in a heartbeat if I could. I would definitely engorge myself on my pussy. I knew that I tasted good. I had short hair at the time. Stylish, dark brown and professional. My own small pert breasts seem to appeal to her as she set her drink down.
"You waiting for the Round Table too?" she asked, breaking the silence as she slowly ran a hand up my arm to my shoulder. "Please say "Yes"." I smiled at her touch. It was electric. I could feel the hairs on my body tingle as he nails grazed my skin.
"OK then, yes, I am," I replied turning more to face her. "What is it?" loving her touch. It sent shivers up my spine, the good kind, and a warmth to my 'still as of yet to be touched this night' pussy.
"It's new, Andre got it just recently and we are dying to try it out."
"Do you know what it is?" I asked. She shrugged. Still touching me. Still sending wonderful sensations through me to my pussy.
"All I know is that it is supposed to be very sexy, very erotic and very mysterious."
"Are you participating?" I asked, reaching up and touching her hip. It was warm to the touch, soft, sensual.
"I am." She said, stepping closer and touching my sides, she ran a hand up gently to my breasts and brushed my nipples with a diamond clad finger. She took in a deep breath. "Are you interested?"