Bachelor Party
Some months back I was away from home for work, staying at a hotel. Unusually for me I was at the bar in the evening.
A group of young men on a stag party (bachelor party if you are American?) came in. They were funny, fun, friendly - outrageously flirtatious. Again unusually for me, I responded - I am, with friends, quick-witted and funny, but quite reserved with strangers - and I enjoyed the repartee. When they were asked to leave, they asked me to go with them: of course I declined - and almost immediately regretted doing so but they had gone.
I was wearing, that evening, a simple denim skirt - knee length but with a tendency to ride up - a white cotton sleeveless top, bare legs, sandals - simple and neat, casual.
So here I will take up as that real true story ended: but I shall not decline, I shall go with them. Innocently, just because it is fun - because being with them makes me feel alive, attractive, and yes, sexy (though I do not admit that last to myself).
So from bar to bar, and ending, surprisingly(!) at their hotel. An invitation to their room 'for coffee' - some banter, some joking, and my accepting: telling myself it is indeed just coffee, just fun, just a bit of fun. And being me, I also tell myself that they cannot be attracted to me in that way - not physically - that they just find me fun to be with, a sort of mother figure perhaps: anything to delude myself into not thinking they want me physically.
So now, sitting on the bed, my hands either side of me, the young men crowding into the small room.
Two sitting either side of me
a hand on my bare knee
resting there.
Me not brushing it away.
My face flushed
my breath coming fast.
My mind whirling
in full denial
telling myself I am mistaken
they are just nice
it is a friendly gesture, if intimate
he probably doesn't even realize he is touching me
he is busy telling me something funny.
But his hand, where it touches, ignites electric sexual fire
that washes through me.
His face so close to mine
his hand turning my head to face him
his lips so firm on mine
his tongue entering my mouth
swirling with mine.
His hand slipping up
under my skirt
pushing the skirt hem up with it.
His friend's hand at the hem of my t-shirt top
where it has parted from the waistline of my skirt
tugging it up.
My body squirming
as the kiss continues
as the t-shirt is tugged up.
The kiss broken
my breath coming so fast
my arms raised
the top slipped up
and off
discarded on the floor.
My mind racing
but too slow to react.
The clasp of my bra undone
a mouth sucking at my breast
as the other's tongue again invades my mouth.
My body laid back
on the bed.
The skirt zipper sounding
the skirt tugged
down my bare thighs
off me.
My plain white bikini brief panties
tangling at one ankle
dangling pornographically.
My breasts flushed with arousal
my body squirming.
The firm fit male body above mine
mounting me.
The cock nudging
at my soft dark curly cunt hairs
probing at my warm - and revealingly wet - cunt lips
entering
penetrating
yessssss.
And so it begins...