At the Party

At The Party is a 4,300 word erotic vignette in which you find yourself sexually seduced at a party by a mysterous stranger. As the two of you fuck exquisitely on a soft couch, you find yourselves watched by another couple, both of them equally as aroused and eager to watch you come for them... and to come for you too...

Here's a brief excerpt:

You're spending the evening at a house party being held by an acquaintance. Her home is large and vaguely gothic in style, and there are maybe fifty or sixty people here, none of whom you know very well. Some of the party attendees are couples, there's a few single people too, and there are plenty others just like you, looking for a fun night out away from partners.

It's a chance for you to have a dance or three to some good music, meet some new people, drink a little too much alcohol, flirt a lot more than you really should, and to let your hair down for the night, knowing that there's no-one here who knows you should you feel tempted to misbehave a little.

As usual at such parties, most of the guests are divided between the kitchen, where most of the booze and the food are situated, and the room where the music is playing, currently filled with twenty or thirty people having fun on the dance floor.

You've been looking at me all night, smiling at me when you catch my eye, being a little bolder than you might normally be. You're on your own tonight, you've had just the right amount to drink, and you know you'd find it very easy to give in to temptation.

You don't usually behave badly at parties, but tonight, despite yourself, you're in the mood to have fun - or at least flirt a little - and at the moment you can't seem to take your eyes off me, watching the way I move, fascinated by me as you watch me talking to my friends, your gaze roaming around my body, liking what you see, wanting to get a little closer, suddenly wondering just how I'd taste.

I haven't missed the way you're looking at me, returning the look, loving the way you're dressed: your short skirt showing off your long legs, your tight top curving temptingly around your soft breasts... and before long we're talking together in the kitchen, flirting, smiling and drinking beer, dancing to a couple of songs. When a slow tune comes on, we move in close together and sway dreamily to the music, our bodies pressed close, arms wrapped around each other.

When I brush your hair from your face and lean in gently for a kiss, you respond easily, kissing me long and slow, our lips sliding together, smooching on the dance floor, letting the rhythm of the music guide our bodies. We move against each other teasingly, each of us feeling the heat, the sensuality, of that first taste of each other's lips. As we move together, you feel my body pressing closer to yours, my hands gently drifting over your body, the rhythm of the music increasing your arousal, already wanting me, each touch, each gentle caress, turning you on more and more.

When the song ends and the music moves to a faster tempo, I suggest we move to the sitting room, halfway between the music room and the kitchen, to relax and talk for a while, taking you gently by the hand, stopping off at the kitchen first to pick up a bottle of wine.

We don't talk for long, of course. We snuggle together on the large, comfortable sofa, the lighting low, the atmosphere mellow, and despite the presence of a young couple kissing and talking quietly in the other corner of the room, we start to kiss each other again, more sensually this time, our lips sliding together, my tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you, my fingers running through your hair softly as the kiss becomes more passionate.

Hardly aware of it happening, you find yourself laying back in the sofa, your arm pulling me in closer, my body now half across yours as we kiss more sensually. Your thighs are draped across my lap, and as you run your fingers through my hair, you feel my hand sliding slowly and teasingly up the inside of your thigh, working my way up, stroking your thigh softly as we kiss.

Forgetting where you are, your arousal increasing, you can't help opening your thighs a little - my hand slips further up, my fingers brushing slowly and teasingly along the inside of your thigh, my tongue slipping into your mouth again, as my fingers reach your panties.

You hear a whisper from the other corner of the room, and a quiet giggle, suddenly remembering we're not alone, suddenly aware of what you're doing, breaking the kiss for a moment, your fingers sliding around my wrist, stopping me from going further.

"No..." you whisper, "don't... there's other people here...". You can't believe you lost your inhibitions so easily... but already you know you'd fall again, easily, if I leaned in for another kiss.http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif

"They're not watching..." I smile, "just lay back and enjoy this...". I kiss you again, slowly and sensually, my hand sliding back up between your legs, under your skirt, my fingers tracing their way up to the crotch of your panties. You're certain we're being watched, but already you feel yourself melting again, sliding your tongue against mine as we kiss, your heart beating a little faster as you feel my fingertips brushing across the crotch of your panties.

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