Party
Nervously, you run your fingers through your hair once again waiting for your friend to collect you. You have not had a date for a couple of months, after separating from your ex. In fact, you have not been out for more than that. Your friend convinced you to go to a party she has been invited to.
You look at yourself in the mirror. You watch your hands slide over your almost-bare breasts, feeling the soft fabric ripple inder your fingers, your nipples harden as your hands caress and cup, sliding down to your hips and down. You decide you were right to not wear a bra today, despite your large breasts. You are in the mood to show yourself off, and hopefully word will get back to your ex just how well you are doing.
Your phone pings. It’s your friend, parked outside. You check you have all you need, take one more look at how sexy you look in your sexy red dress, and leave your home.
You pull up at a house a few miles away. You can see the party is in full swing, and your friend takes your hand and pulls you out the car. You slip over and land on top of her, your face in her bosom. Both of you are laughing as she tries to help you up, you gasp as you feel her sliding her hands over your breasts, cupping you as fully as her petite hands can manage.
“Enjoying yourself?” You ask.
“Looks like you were!” She laughs looking at your hard nipples standing proudly out, straining against the tight fabric of your dress.
You help each other up, and move into the party. Your friend takes you to meet the host. He’s tall, dark hair, dark eyes. You cant help but enjoy the view.
“So, what do you do?” You ask, accepting the drink he has just poured you.
“Well, I’m studying to teach, and when I’m not in the classroom or working I’m either training or playing rugby.” He answered.
“I’m sure there’s a thing or two we could teach you!” Your friend said, salaciously.
You part ways with the mountain of a man, and drag your friend out into the garden to dance. There are many people dancing, and the music is flowing well. The DJ knows what he is doing, judging the crowd just right. You feel excitement building. You stay close with your friend, watching as she flirts with everyone she can. At one point, you and her are dancing against another girl. Sliding your hands down her back and cupping her cheek, she responds by turning towards you and pulling you close. She nibbles at your neck while you squeeze her bum, your friend sliding around behind you to fondle both of you.
The music changes as does the mood, your friend pulls away and takes both your hand and that of your new friend, dragging you both inside. You are lead to a room upstairs, and she closes the door behind herself after pushing you both inside.
You look at yourself in the mirror. You watch your hands slide over your almost-bare breasts, feeling the soft fabric ripple inder your fingers, your nipples harden as your hands caress and cup, sliding down to your hips and down. You decide you were right to not wear a bra today, despite your large breasts. You are in the mood to show yourself off, and hopefully word will get back to your ex just how well you are doing.
Your phone pings. It’s your friend, parked outside. You check you have all you need, take one more look at how sexy you look in your sexy red dress, and leave your home.
You pull up at a house a few miles away. You can see the party is in full swing, and your friend takes your hand and pulls you out the car. You slip over and land on top of her, your face in her bosom. Both of you are laughing as she tries to help you up, you gasp as you feel her sliding her hands over your breasts, cupping you as fully as her petite hands can manage.
“Enjoying yourself?” You ask.
“Looks like you were!” She laughs looking at your hard nipples standing proudly out, straining against the tight fabric of your dress.
You help each other up, and move into the party. Your friend takes you to meet the host. He’s tall, dark hair, dark eyes. You cant help but enjoy the view.
“So, what do you do?” You ask, accepting the drink he has just poured you.
“Well, I’m studying to teach, and when I’m not in the classroom or working I’m either training or playing rugby.” He answered.
“I’m sure there’s a thing or two we could teach you!” Your friend said, salaciously.
You part ways with the mountain of a man, and drag your friend out into the garden to dance. There are many people dancing, and the music is flowing well. The DJ knows what he is doing, judging the crowd just right. You feel excitement building. You stay close with your friend, watching as she flirts with everyone she can. At one point, you and her are dancing against another girl. Sliding your hands down her back and cupping her cheek, she responds by turning towards you and pulling you close. She nibbles at your neck while you squeeze her bum, your friend sliding around behind you to fondle both of you.
The music changes as does the mood, your friend pulls away and takes both your hand and that of your new friend, dragging you both inside. You are lead to a room upstairs, and she closes the door behind herself after pushing you both inside.
5 years ago