As I opened my eyes, I could see the snow falling outside the bedroom window. I could hear the wind whipping through the trees outside. The last thing I wanted to do was get out of bed. I would of preferred to stay snuggled up under the covers all day. But, I remembered that my husband and I had a house party to go to this evening and it would take all day just to prepare. Getting ready to go out is one of my most favorite things to do.
After having a cup of ambition and replying to the latest e-mails, I started the process of preparing for the long evening ahead. Rummaging through the closet, trying outfit upon outfit, looking for just the right one. What attitude did I want to wear this evening?
I couldn't make up my mind if I wanted to display my soft submissive side or the confident business woman. Confidence is a very hard look to get laid with. Most men perceive you has unapproachable or stuck up. Others like the challenge. I'll go with the pink lace...always an eye catcher. Pink, laced thong underwear with matching bra, white lace garter belt with white thigh highs, long white satin gloves, a long strain of pearls that reach to my belly button, pearl earrings, and clear platform heels. Now for the outer garments. A powder blue, pleated, short skirt so the tops of the thigh highs are apparent to everyone in the room, and a soft tight white sweater revealing just enough cleavage.
OK, now that the attire for the evening is decided upon, let's prepare and check out the main attraction. Now my favorite part, a long hot shower. Making sure I had all that I needed, loofah sponge, body wash (with moisturizer of course), body stone for exfoliating my entire body, razor for shaving away all unwanted hair, and the body oil. The feel of the warm water running down my back and in the crack of my ass cheeks always gets me excited. First the hair - shampoo and condition, making sure that it's clean and smelling good. Apply body wash to the loofah sponge soaping up my entire body. Whenever I begin this process, my clit gets so hard every time I brush the sponge between my legs. As the excitement begins to build with what might the evening hold, my heart begins to race faster. Will the one I meet be tall, dark and handsome? I wonder what he will smell like? The scent of Polo or Joop always makes me crazy worn by the right man. Will he have the large hands that I so often masturbate and dream of? Will his touch be firm but gentle? Will he like to kiss? Thinking of all of these things makes me so horny. I decided to play with the body oil on my clit. I thought it might relieve a little bit of the anticipation and tension before the night actually begins. As I gently rub the body oil between the lips of my vagina, I could feel my own moisture slipping out from inside me. My clit was so hard, the lips of my vagina were already swollen with desire. I gently rubbed my index finger back and forth over my clit. It got harder and harder. I let the water from the shower head pour out over my face pretending it was the moisture of this stranger I so anticipated cumming in my mouth. Faster and faster I rubbed my clit.
Damn, this just was not doing it! I needed more.I laid in the tub with the flow of the water from the shower head directly on my vagina.
The image of this anticipated stranger standing between my legs rubbing his hard shaft in between the lips of my vagina as both of his hands held my breast firmly. Oh yes, this would bring some relief.As the beads of water danced one after the other upon my clit, my back began to arch and the lips of my vagina were trying to catch each drop of water as if it was the stiff cock I was searching for. I began rubbing my clit firmer with one hand and playing with the nipple of my right breast with the other, wishing that it was this anticipated strangers' hand and cock I was feeling.I could almost smell the scent of him with every flicker of my clit. Faster and faster. Oh, yes! As my uterus tightened and the walls of my vagina contracted against one another in search of that hard cock, I slowly brought myself to an orgasm.
Would the gentleman I met this evening happen to be half as good as this? I could only hope.I continued with my preparations for the evening's awaited event. After hours of making sure that my skin was moisturized, my hair and make up perfect, I started with the perfume treatment. I always like to make sure that whatever part of my body is next to a mans' nose will get a soft scent of the perfume I am wearing. I have found that it is true about "the scent of a woman" in a man's mind. If everything else goes well, your scent will be etched in his mind for all of time. The goal is to make sure everything else goes well.
As I started to put my undergarments on, I started getting excited all over again. The anticipation of this stranger was causing my vagina to become moist all over again. I had to keep myself focused and stop myself from getting excited. I didn't want to have my pink lace thongs dripping a trail behind me this evening. I'll save that for the right moment.
OK, I'm ready to go. Everything is perfect. Now let's hope that I find this gentleman I fantasized about in the shower. We got there about 8:30pm. The house was already full of people. There were about 20 couples already there. As my husband and I made our way around the house, introducing ourselves to others, I didn't seem to notice the presence of anyone close to the man I had dreamed of all day. My husband and I will play in separate rooms or together, depending on the preference of the other couple.
I like to play in a separate room with whomever catches my eye. I don't like distractions and I like to devote all of my attention to that one individual. As the night went on, different couples paired up and went off either in separate rooms or they were playing in a group in the family room. I on the other hand was finding myself quickly becoming disappointed with the options to choose from. My husband on the other hand seemed to have found this one woman that he really wanted to fuck. She was very attractive, but her husband...well, she should have left him home.