Dave and I were invited to a party by a client of his. I don't usually get all dressed up to go to someone's house but I hadn't seen Dave in a few months so I put on his favourite lingerie, pulled on some stockings, stepped into my stilettos and finally put on a little black dress that was almost showing the flesh at the top of my thighs. In the taxi on the way over, Dave was kissing me and as he rubbed his hands up my legs, he noticed that I wasn't wearing any knickers. He moaned in delight while he rubbed my pussy. He pushed my legs open a bit more. I knew exactly why. He wanted the driver to see what he was doing to my pussy. He pulled my pussy lips apart with one hand and stroked me slowly and gently with the other.
I moved forward in the seat to give him even more access and of course to give the taxi driver a better view. He plunged his fingers into me and began to finger fuck me. They slid in easily as I was soaking wet in anticipation. I could see the driver keeping an eye on us in his mirror and he was smiling, obviously enjoying the view. My nipples were rock hard and also well on show through the dress. Dave moved faster now, his fingers working feverishly in my pussy. I knew I was about to come so I moved forward as far as I could to give the driver the best view. As I came and Dave removed his hands, my glistening pussy was on show in all its glory. I was so turned on and I could see that Dave was too but alas, our journey had come to an end. Sadly, we would have to wait until later to carry on where we left off.
We had arrived at this mansion of a house and the host met us at the front door. He looked very happy to see me even though we'd never met. He invited us into a room, introduced us to other couples and handed us both a glass of champagne. He couldn't keep his eyes off me and in particular my cleavage. I commented on this to Dave and he explained that this was the client who had seen my photo on his phone and he had been looking forward to meeting me ever since. We chatted to everyone for a little while and drank a lot more champagne. Suddenly the host called us all to order and announced that it was time for the games to begin. I looked at Dave and he looked as puzzled as I did. The host, James, told us to join the circle that everyone was now standing in. He stood in the middle with two crystal bowls with bits of paper in them. He took paper from each and read out the names. Those people moved to stand together. And so it went until I realised that I was the only woman left and he was the only man. The game was that the couple who orgasmed the quickest won a prize. Were they serious? I looked at Dave and he nodded me as if to say, let's go along with this, it could be fun.
