Party Favors

The house was full of people. Music thumped behind the closed door, voices chattered in and out of streams of conversations, and there were the occasional sounds of people leaving and coming into the party. Overall, I would say the party was a success. And I wanted nothing more to do with it. A growing migraine pounded at my skull as I shut myself in my private bathroom, shutting the door tightly. I leaned against it and stared at myself in the reflection of the mirror. Short dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin, curves in all the right places. A figure hugging black dress, cute red heels that added to my height. I had really gone all out to look my best. And for what? For a party that was beyond my realm of caring since he wasn’t even here to distract me from everyone else who had shown up. I pushed off the door and sashayed to the bathroom counter, leaning against it. I leaned closer to the mirror and pressed my lips to it, kissing my reflection. I pulled away, leaving behind a faint pink kiss print and smiled a little, then ran my hands through my messy short curls. The migraine still edged along my consciousness, and I reached up, sliding back the panel to get the medication. A knock had me pausing, looking at the door over my shoulder in the mirror. “Occupied.” I called out, taking out the bottle of pills. The person seemed to get the idea because they didn’t knock again. I shook out two pills, popped them, and swallowed them dry. I shut my eyes for a moment willing them to work quickly, and tuned out. I focused my breathing, the rise and fall of my chest, my heartbeat, the rush of the blood in my veins. A pair of hands slid up from my etimesgut escort waist to my breasts, cupping them. I froze, and snapped open my eyes. My dark brown eyes met another pair of dark brown eyes and a warm wide smile of a very male figure behind me. Christopher. I felt his name more than said it, though it was on my lips as his mouth came down to the side of my neck, his lips brushing against my pulse, making my heart race just a little. His hands continued to cup my chest, and I shuddered, feeling desire make itself known in heated little pulses in the skimpy underwear I had put on just for him. “You’re late…”I murmured, pressing backwards against him. His hips pressed forward into mine, and I felt him, his dick hard in his jeans for me, fitting snugly between the globes of my rounded ass. His mouth was slow to part from my skin and he lifted his head just as slow, one hand smoothing from my chest to my hip as he spoke, his voice soft, his accent sending little shivers of delight down my spine. “Now darling you know it couldn’t be helped…I got here as soon as I could. And you look like a delicious little treat just for me…” His mouth came back to my neck, and then traveled to my ear, nibbling and sucking on the lobe, causing me to moan softly, wriggling against him. God his mouth was talented. I went to turn in his arms, and his hands became like iron grips, holding me in place. His mouth came off my skin, and he pressed harder against me, pinning me to the counter. It bit into my thighs and made me cry out softly, the sting of pain turning me on, the feel of him pressed so hard against me amazing. eryaman escort “Mmm darling, I don’t want you to move from here. I plan on taking you just like this.” His words sent more shudders down my spine. His hands came down to the bottom of my dress, and he tugged it upwards over my hips, baring the curve of my ass to him. He stroked my skin, the edge of my panties, the lace pressed tight against the flesh. “Delicious,” he said softly, looking down at my body, still keeping me pinned. I didn’t try to move, my body hot, my pussy getting wetter and wetter by the minute, loving the way he was acting. I didn’t even care that there were people outside that anyone could walk in on us. I just wanted him. My hands slid over his, and he laced his fingers with mine and together we caressed the tops of my thighs, the vee between them, both of us feeling the damp material stuck to me, trailing our fingertips backwards toward the curve of my hips and my ass, cupping and squeezing and kneading the flesh. I bit my lower lip, squirming a little against him, and he pressed slowly against me, grinding his hips against mine, working himself against me. The feeling was delicious and teasing. We were teasing each other, and our eyes met in the mirror, my face flushed, and my breath uneven as he continued his slow exploration of my exposed lower half. A half smile curved his lips and he dropped his mouth to my pulse, biting me before licking the bite, and tracing his tongue up to my ear, sucking and nibbling on the lobe, causing me to groan out loud. “Shhh pet. Keep quiet. Can’t let all your guests know you’re about sincan escort to get fucked.” His voice was low, rough, and serious. I felt a rush of new desire course through me. He was serious about fucking me right here, pinned against the counter, while the party went on, while anyone could walk in on us. And it was a hot idea, one that made my pussy clench and ache with need. “Christopher…please…” I said softly, slipping my hands free of his, bringing them to my breasts, kneading and cupping the flesh. His eyes watched me in the mirror as I pulled the top of my dress down, pulling my breasts free, and my fingers tweaked and stroked my nipples, making them bead and harden with need. I kneaded them, my breathing getting harder, so turned on with his movements, the idea of us fucking in such a public spot, of being caught; I was on the verge of orgasm already. His hands came up from my skin, and I groaned in need, not caring if anyone heard me. I felt him ease away, and heard the soft snick and click as he undid his belt, and jeans, letting them fall down his legs, the rustle of his boxers following the same path. He pressed himself against me again, his flesh hot against mine. He was rock hard, nestled close to me, pressing into the soft skin of my ass. He worked himself against me, stroking himself along the curve of my ass, his hand guiding his length back and forth. It was another tease for both of us. “Part your legs, darling,” he said, his voice husky. He pulled away slightly from me, taking his heat with him. I did as he asked, leaning more into the counter slightly, ready for him. He reached down, and pulled hard at my lace underwear, and they gave up after a moment’s resistance, ripping hard, and fluttering to the floor, soaked now. I flushed and sucked my lower lip, embarrassed by my own desire. His fingers dipped into me, stroking my little clit, causing me to buck into his touch, and he slid one finger inside.