It was the day of Sarah's charity event and her home was a hive of activity. The house was awash with floral arrangements, and everything was in place for the female guests to enjoy themselves - hopefully with charitable intent.
Sarah had sourced the appropriate costumes for Jane and me, Jane's in particular looking very sexy; especially after Sarah suggested that Jane also wear something called a waist-cinch. This was simply a corset, in this case a red and black one trimmed with lace, that was to be worn over the maid's outfit around the midriff. It accentuated her narrow waist and gave prominence to the size of her breasts, which were practically falling out of her low-cut top. All this, together with black stockings, suspenders and high heels, made her look tarty and most desirable.
My outfit was as Sarah described, but with a posing pouch to contain my Willy. The apron covering my nether regions couldn't have been much smaller and, as Sarah wished, it left my arse cheeks exposed! I was concerned that, if I suffered an erection I wouldn't be able to disguise the fact! Did Sarah choose it for this very reason, I wondered?
So, everything was in place and we were ready to receive the guests. However, seeing Sarah dressed formally and Jane in her maid's uniform, my posing-pouch underwent its first test - and failed, which was rather worrying. Anyhow, after dipping my cock in an ice-bucket cooling the prosecco; I managed to get it under control and we took up our positions at the front door with trays of drinks.
I hadn't reckoned on the ladies being dressed to kill and was pleasantly surprised to see them looking gorgeous and smelling heavenly. I later asked Sarah about the difference in their ages and she told me the youngest would be around twenty-five, and the oldest in her late sixties.
As the women took drinks from me they either wanted to squeeze my biceps, stroke my chest or nip my arse which, when I thought about it, was a back-handed compliment for taking good care of my body and appearance; not to mention an ego boost. Jane, standing the other side of the doorway, also received complimentary remarks, but they were delivered more discreetly, usually with a hand stroking her backside.
When Sarah acknowledged everyone was present, she suggested that Jane and I cruise the gathering offering more drinks. Fortunately for us, the only alcohol on offer was the prosecco and wine, which made it easy for us serving staff to organise refills. Jane and I were kept very busy - these women could drink - and, as it was a warm evening, we had to route ourselves around the garden too. On one of my rounds I came across a lady sitting alone in the corner of the garden. I walked up to her and offered a refill.
'Thank you my dear.' She responded taking a glass of white wine. Then, as if she felt the need to explain her solitude said. 'I find it too noisy indoors at the moment. It's much nicer out here in this lovely garden.' I agreed about the noise and offered to bring her a plate of nibbles. She thanked me and off I went for a selection.
I passed Jane on the way surrounded by a bevy of middle-aged ladies interested in her maid's uniform. I heard voices asking where they could purchase a similar outfit to wear for their husbands or lovers, or both! Other more adventurous women were fingering her low cut neckline and or twanging her black suspender straps. When I enquired whether everything was in order I thought it would give Jane the opportunity to escape their attention. But I was wrong. Instead, the women turned their attention to me, and it wasn't my biceps they wanted to squeeze this time. I felt hands on my thighs, bum and one even grabbed my cock! It was great, but pleading work duties I tore myself away and said I hoped to see them at the blackjack table later. I departed with wolf-whistles ringing in my ears.
In the kitchen I arranged a selection of nibbles on a plate and returned to the garden to find my solitary lady. She took the plate and another glass of prosecco, and thanked me. 'You are very kind, young man. Have you time to sit and chat for a few minutes?' She asked patting the seat beside her. 'I find your nakedness rather stimulating and I would love to learn what is under your apron.' Her directness shocked me the surprise on my face making her smile. 'Tut-tut, don't mind an old woman ribbing you. What's your name?'
'Peter ...,' I replied, '... and I really am busy, so if you'll excuse me.'
'Well, Peter, I'll do no such thing. I'll let you toddle off for now only if you promise to meet me later in private, when you can show me what's lurking beneath that apron.' Her hand began to lift the apron and I stepped back. 'Don't be shy, Peter, I'm sure Sarah wouldn't mind me molesting a member of her staff tonight of all nights!'
As my initial shock at being propositioned waned, my thoughts turned to her shapely assets. To begin with she was mature and rather plump, but that didn't detract from her sexiness in any way. In fact, she was very desirable indeed! From her blonde, bobbed hair to her immaculate make-up, she was the kind of lady who demanded male attention.
At her throat was a triple string of pearls that dropped in to a most pleasing cleavage between heavy breasts. Her cocktail dress was of blue silk, which twinkled beneath the fairy lights, the hem line ending seductively half way along her thighs. This woman reeked of money and promiscuity and her offer to meet in private was tempting. I was wondering what kind of lingerie she wore beneath the blue dress when she spoke again.
'My name is Gloria and I really would love to meet in private with you. I am not going to take no for an answer, so we'll arrange a time and place later. In the meantime, I'll have some more wine and let you go about your business.' She shooed me away using the back of her hand. I turned to leave but Gloria laid a hand on my arm. Then, without hesitating, she slipped a hand under my apron and felt my cock! 'My word, Peter,' she whispered, 'you are magnificent and I do believe it's growing for me!' Gloria was correct; I was getting a hard-on for her.
I continued to pass among the guests offering refills until Sarah caught my eye and gestured toward the blackjack table. So, with difficulty I managed to explain that the waiter service would be temporarily suspended, but that drinks could still be obtained from the kitchen.
So it was all change. I donned an eye shade and took up my position behind the green baize, ringing the bell to announce the table open. There were too many players to begin with and I had to set a fifteen-minute rule to accommodate everyone. Fortunately for Sarah's charity, there were only a handful of serious players. The rest it seemed wanted only to make my acquaintance and literally throw their money away. But it was good fun and the surplus of breast and cleavage around the table kept me interested - I'd never before been so close to such an amount of naked flesh.
Meanwhile, Jane, accompanied by Alana - proprietor of Alana's Modes, were circulating among the women modelling various fashion wear. When I closed the table for a short break I passed Alana giving a group of women a more detailed description of the dress Jane was wearing at the time. One of them pointed out that, with the fabric so delicate, how come Jane's underwear didn't show? Without asking Jane's permission, Alana unzipped the dress in order to show the smooth lines of the lingerie Jane was wearing - also available at 33% discount.
I listened further to the women asking questions about Jane's sensual lingerie and watched them admire her shapely body; it was to be a prequel to yet more lingerie catwalks by Jane during the evening.
In the crush of women I felt my arse being stroked and a hand under my apron squeezing my burgeoning erection. I looked over my shoulder to see who it was.
'Yes, Peter, it's me again.' Gloria said softly in my ear. 'And I really would like that private show with you. So, I'm thinking the upstairs bathroom in five minutes, don't disappoint me.' I turned around to see her heading for the hallway and stairs, but I moved on to the kitchen ... I needed some cold water. I found Sarah there checking on the stocks of drinks.
'You look hot and bothered young man, are all these lovely ladies having an effect on your self-discipline?' Sarah asked trying to hide her smirk.
'You could say that and you were right about their wandering hands. I've been pinched, stroked, had my cock squeezed several times and just now been propositioned by a lady called Gloria.' I explained taking a long swig from a bottle of water.
Sarah's eyes lit up.
'Gloria, you say. That doesn't surprise me. She has already asked me about you and, before you ask I never mentioned our friendship. I've known Gloria for years and her donations have been very generous in the past. However, she has a penchant for young men and a reputation to go with it, so hearing that she has her eye on you is no surprise.'
I thought about Sarah's words and wondered if she also knew about Gloria's proposed assignation with me. Then it struck me that Sarah might want Gloria kept sweet and onside for further donations and, she might want me to keep the appointment; I put my theory to Sarah and she told me it was purely my decision.
'Even Jane has been propositioned.' Sarah added with a further smirk and when she saw my surprise. 'Well, let's face it, Peter, there are approximately one hundred women here tonight. One of them has to like girly action and I've no doubt a couple of the others are bi-sexual; and Jane is a lovely girl.'Sarah was right, of course. I made my decision.
'OK, I'll find Gloria and try to keep her sweet for the rest of the evening.' I concluded. 'By the way, do you know how old she is?'
'In her late fifties I believe, but be warned, she's got a rapacious appetite for all things sexual! So, if you want somewhere comfortable, feel free to use my bedroom and, be assured, your encounter will not be like messing about with your grandmother!' I finished my water and left the kitchen.
Making my way casually along the landing to the bathroom I passed Sarah's bedroom. The door opened slightly and a voice whispered my name.
'Psst, Peter in here.' Gloria beckoned me and I noticed the sign on the door marked private, Sarah must have placed it there earlier. I checked there were no other women about and joined Gloria in the bedroom. The curtains had been closed and the only light came from bedside lamps, creating a seductive mood for whatever Gloria had planned. 'I've had a word with Sarah and she didn't mind us using her room.' Gloria said. 'So, what can we do in fifteen minutes?' It was a rhetorical question, because she knew precisely what she was going to do!
Gloria pushed me on to the edge of the bed putting our lips more or less level and kissed me. Well, to be more exact, she devoured me with big sloppy kisses forcing me to respond in the same manner - sloppily! When she tired of our lips slipping and sliding, Gloria grasped my cock and told me to stand up.
'That was rather pleasant for starters, but now for the main course. Let's take off your apron and whatever else is hiding this lovely cock.' Gloria dropped to her knees and stripped me, the impressive size of my naked erection pleasing her when it sprang in to sight. She caressed her cheek against my knob muttering. 'This is magnificent! How would you like a horny old woman to suck your dick, Peter?'
Gloria's domination, a combination of age and confidence I assumed, was undeniably thrilling. She knew what she wanted and had no intention of taking no for an answer ... how could I refuse her? Her hands were soft, her lips were soft and her slurping of my cock was like her kisses - sloppy, but fucking lovely!
