As we walked into the dark, smoky atmosphere of the room, my heart dropped in disappointment. When he had said this was going to be a wild party, I had an idea that he meant loud music, dancing, drinking and fun. All I could make out were a group of about eight men, all sat drinking and a few smoking. I looked around for their partners; I assumed they would be joining us later.
We walked over to the gathering; he smiled to his friends and introduced us all. I nodded and smiled a greeting to them all and sat down on one of the comfortable chairs. Smiling at me he went to get me a glass of wine. I just sat with my hands on my knee listening in to the various conversations, feeling a little out on a limb.
Sitting down beside me he curled an arm protectively round me and pulled me in tight, His strong hands cupping my waist, almost possessively. I moved into the comfort of his embrace and sat relaxing as he and his friends chatted about sport and the usual male type conversations. The warmth of the room and the wine seemed to take over and soon I felt myself nodding off into a comfortable snooze, my head upon his chest.
Stirring sleepily, I felt his hand caressing my breast through the soft fabric of my dress. His fingers trailing along the outline of my bra.
In my dream like state I moved closer and wrapped a leg over his. My hand absentmindedly caressing his large chest. Eyes still shut sleepily I lifted my head up for a kiss and felt his warm lips against mine, his tongue running along my lips before moving in to dance with mine. Soon the urgency and hunger of his kisses and the grabbing of my breasts had me to a point of blissful oblivion. It wasn't till I felt his hand lifting up my dress, that I pulled back, realising that we were in company. Pushing my dress back down, I turned to take my drink from the table. Looking forward I nearly dropped my glass as the two men on the couch in front of me were kissing hungrily, groping each others groin.
Looking to my lover, I nudged him with my elbow and gestured with my head to the couple lost in an erotic embrace. He just grinned and looked at them, with a shrug. Pulling me back into his arms, he took me in a deep kiss, taking my mind from the couple.
His kisses had a way of making everything melt around me, the way his tongue played with mine always brought me to fever pitch. Soon the aching in my sex had my hips thrusting onto his thighs. Pushing my wine to my lips, he helped me drink it, before refilling my glass and making me drink some more.
My head slightly dizzy from the wine and his touch, I didn't care as his hand pushed the fabric of my dress up my thighs. The thong left my arse cheeks free to the air, and a hand cupped and pulled at the soft flesh, kneading it as his other hand pushed the front of my dress down and massaged my covered breast. I almost didn't notice as he picked me up and laid me on the table in front of our seats. Laying me back so gently, I gazed into his eyes and looked at him hungrily. A noise from the right of me caused me to awaken from my lust and realise that I had just been about to allow my lover fuck me on that table. Trying to sit up, I felt his hand on my chest pushing me back down.
Looking into his eyes with panic I could see darkness there like never before. The force of his hand had me pinned down.