She's looking at me again. An absolutely delicious blonde;
leggy, shapely, gorgeous hair, alluring face- she's got the whole
package alright. And here I am hoping my wife doesn't notice my
eyes popping out of my head. What I wouldn't give for an hour
alone with this one...
Well, at least if I'm stuck at a perennially boring Christmas
party, I can scope some yummy women. On the sly, of course. The
wife would hit the ceiling if she knew what I was thinking. I
smile inwardly and nod my head to give the appearance that I'm
paying some attention to the conversation. "Can I get you
something to drink, honey?" I inquire. "Why yes, an eggnog would
be nice." And I saunter off. Now where'd that blonde go? No
matter, I'll catch up with her again.
At the bar, I pour an eggnog and give the bar a once over. I'm
impressed; they've got everything. I decide to make myself an iced
tea. Vodka, rum, gin, tequila, triple sec, some sour mix and a
dash of coke. Voil�! And a huge slice of lemon. Hoo hah! This'll
set me straight.
"Wow, that looks like quite a drink." A sensual voice behind me
turned my knees to mush. "It's my favorite, I replied, turning. A
rather plain brunette owned that incredible voice. We chatted for
a few seconds before I returned to my wife's side with the eggnog.
"Thanks, babe. What are you drinking?" "Iced tea." She groaned
knowingly, "I should have known!" Smiles all around. I sip my
drink. Yum. It's a stiff one, alright. Tant mieux!
I can already feel it, and I'm barely half done. Thank God our
hosts had some large glasses. There's blondie. Christ, she looks
hot. She's got me talking to myself now. I disengage from my
wife's arm and start to mingle.
I make eye contact with Miss Luscious again, and hold it much
longer than I should have. Sparks are flying, and I'm getting high
from the drink. Empty already? C'est dommage. Thank you, sir, may
I have another? I'm back at the bar, making another drink. I see
something close out of the corner of my eye and turn my head. The
blonde has appeared at my side. "Hi," she said warmly. "I'm
Clarissa, Bob and Carol's niece." "Hi, Clarissa, I'm Mark." We
shake hands, prim and proper, but in my mind's eye I see us
together in far more intimate ways. My ears start to burn and my
face is hot and I know I'm blushing. She is so beautiful.
"What kind of drink is that?" she asks. "It's an iced tea.
They're very powerful." "Oh really? I prefer champagne." "Can I
get you one?" "Sure, thanks." I pour some Mo�t into a fine crystal
champagne glass and give it to Clarissa. She touches my hand
delicately as I give her the glass. A shiver runs up my spine. She
sensuously sips at the effervescent nectar. I glance over at my
wife and see she's engaged in an animated conversation. "Come with
me," I whisper hoarsely.
We walk into the other room, then down the hallway. A quiet,
deserted room awaits. I flick on the light, check the hallway to
make sure we haven't been seen and close the door behind us. One
look at her and I know she is completely unsurprised by all of
this. I put my drink down and put a hand on her hip, looking
deeply into her vibrant blue eyes. I move forward to kiss her and
she closes her eyes. Our embrace is instant and unrehearsed; our
kiss is incredibly hot. Firm lips give way to an eager tongue,
which darts into my mouth and dances with my own. She smells of an
obscenely priced perfume. We kiss for a solid minute, after which
she is breathless. The beast within has taken over; I am filled
with unbridled animal lust.
"We don't have much time," I say and I kiss her again. She puts
her champagne glass down on the table. A large, comfortable
leather sofa invites. "You're incredibly beautiful," I say between
torrid kisses. In seconds we're on the couch, getting more
comfortable. I pull her strapless red satin dress down so I may
attack her breasts. Her nipples are pink and firm, perched high on
her jutting breasts. I cup them in my hands and feel their warm
fullness and firmness. Massaging them gently while I french her, I
am filled with passion. I kiss my way over to an ear and nibble
gently. I kiss her ear hotly, running my tongue about the lobe and
along the side. She shivers with delight. I nibble her neck, now,
and hear her breath begin to deepen.
I kiss my way down to her heaving breasts, and rub my face with
them. The softness on my clean shaven face is a treat and I
luxuriate in them. Her nipples are quite swollen now, and I long
for a day when I can exploit them fully. But today is not that
day. I'm under incredible pressure because of the time factor. I
continue, undaunted. I finally take a nipple into my mouth, and
caress it gently. I hear a throaty purr from my flaxen haired
vixen. She likes. I work this nipple over pretty good, giving it a
thorough tongue lashing before moving over to the other one. Can't
have any jealousy, you know. I grasp the wet nipple between my
forefinger and thumb and gently roll its hardness as I lick and
suck the other. She is moaning now, and I swear I can smell her
juices already, even though I haven't lifted her dress yet.
I give her throbbing nipples little bites, and the shock has her
undulating her hips. She's plenty hot now, but time is running
out. I place a hand under her dress. She's got panty hose on, not
stockings. The other hand joins the first as I pull her panty hose
down to her ankles. I continue to swirl my tongue over a nipple
as I put my hand to her pussy. She's sopping wet, hot and wide
open. I push her dress up over her hips, and bend down to kiss her
hot snatch. She is incredibly fragrant, but not the least bit
repulsive. In fact her scent really turns me on, and I dive right
in. I lick her dripping labia lovingly; first one and then the
other, running my tongue along their length. She puts her hands on
my head, guiding me to her clit, but I resist. I thrust my tongue
into her love hole and she stiffens. She's getting pretty vocal
now, and I am concerned that someone will hear her cries and
investigate.
Her hands become more insistent, and I finally stop. I grab each
hand and place one on each tit. "Play with them," I order. She
looks at me. "Play with them or I won't let you cum." That does
it, and and starts to massage her breasts. "It feels so nasty when
I do that," she says as I resume licking her glistening slit. I
stop only long enough to utter, "I only hope I can someday SHOW
you nasty..." then slurp my way to her clit. She begins to shudder
and I know the time is now. I flutter lick her clit until she
erupts, then suck it into a frenzy. "Holy shit she's loud," I
think as I worry about the door opening.
Finally, as the last spasms subside from her throbbing orgasm, I
let up. I look into her lust filled but spent eyes and see
appreciation. "Oh, God, I want more of where that came from," she
begins, leering at my crotch. "Sorry, time's up," I manage, even
though my cock is a diamond. It's sooo tough to say no to such a
beautiful creature, but I must. She whimpers in disappointment.
"Perhaps some other time." "Please," she pleads. "I can't. My wife
will already be wondering where the hell I am." "Fuck her." "I
fully intend to, when I get home," I respond, with a grin. "Merry
Christmas, you hot luscious thing." "Merry Christmas," she
answers, "but I want more presents." That pretty little pout makes
me consider staying, but only for a moment. I've already risked
my ass.
"May I call you some time to finish this off?" "You must!"
"Fine, give me your number." She does and then touches her pussy
with a finger before wiping it off on the piece of paper.
"Something for you to remember me by," she sighs. As if I could
forget.
I leave her to finish cleaning herself up and go to the
bathroom. My God, I'm a mess. My face is covered with pussy juice.
I quickly wash my face and dry it, careful not to drip onto my
tie. Rearrange the hair, and I return to the party. "Hey, where
have you been?" "Er, mingling in the other room." "Oh. Can you get
me another eggnog?" "Sure."
I slug down the rest of my iced tea, and get another egg nog.
And what the hell- so I make another iced tea. Gotta love these
Christmas parties.
I see Clarissa across the room, eating it up as another guy drools
over her. She turns to me and winks. I'll see her again.
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