This is another installment in the series of strange places I have fucked. If you recall, a chat friend and I were discussing strange or odd places we had fucked. I'm still working on the places I've had sex, and I haven't gotten around to the places he's been yet.
It was New Years Eve, and I was in the mood to go out. (Instead of staying home with my husband who never wanted to go anywhere, and watching the Twilight Zone marathon on TV.) If I haven't already mentioned, my husband doesn't like going out, but he doesn't mind if I do. So, I was going to a friends party.
I took great care in getting dressed for the night. (You never know who you might meet at a party.) I showered and shaved special for the occasion, meaning legs, pits (the normal shaving spots) and my pussy. Having a silky smooth, totally hairless pussy makes me feel so sexy and sort of kinky too.
Since I was feeling sexy, I had to have just the right kind of underwear for my outfit. Searching through my lingerie drawer I found the ideal set. A red lace up corset with black lace trim that barely held in my 40DD breasts, a matching red thong, and black nylons held up by the garters on the corset.
Now for the outside. I had just the right dress for the night. It was a black silky number (which felt so good against my nearly naked breasts and ass). It had a crisscross front that showed enough cleavage (but still left something to the imagination), and went to a few inches above my knees. Short enough to show off my legs (I do believe I have very nice legs) but long enough to keep them guessing. I finished it off with a pair of black heels. (Heels high enough to look sexy, but low enough that I could still walk.) I was ready for anything.
When I arrived at my friends home, the party was in full swing. (I had taken a lot of extra time getting dressed so I was fashionably late.) I greeted my friend (In case you're wondering this was a female friend.) and got a drink. Margaritas were the drink de jour for the night. My friend forced (well, she really didn't need to twist my arm very much) a few Jello shots in me before I went to make the rounds.
Meandering through the kitchen to the living room I kept an eye open for someone interesting to entertain me. Midway into the living room I found him. Standing against a door was Mr. Right for Tonight. Tall, dark hair, chiseled face, sort of a sarcastic smile on his lips, and from what I could tell with his clothes on, a decent body. I knew I was going to have to meet this man.
I sauntered over to him and he leeringly looked me head to toe. Then said "You're late." I gave him my most flirtatious smile, and took a drink while sizing him up.
Smiling seductively I placed my hand on his arm, looked him in the eye and replied "I didn't know I was on a time schedule."
"You almost missed New Years," he said with a sensuous smile on his mouth. "If you didn't get here by then, who would I fuck at midnight?"
