Party Prep

I woke up early the next day, the faint light of dawn peeking through the curtains, though sleep had eluded me for most of the night. My mind was consumed with worries about Eden Valley, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. Determined to find some answers, I resolved to dive into internet research. After a steaming hot shower and a cup of coffee that was almost scalding, I settled in front of my computer, feeling the warmth of the mug seep into my hands.

I typed "Heidi Finsterwald" into the search bar and scoured social media platforms, hoping for a glimpse into her life. However, aside from a sparse LinkedIn profile, there was nothing. It seemed she was a ghost in the digital world, her presence almost nonexistent. Her LinkedIn profile revealed a life rooted in Colorado, with an impressive academic trail from UC Denver, boasting bachelor's, master's, and doctoral degrees. Her early career unfolded at Boulder Scientific Company, a chemical firm nestled in Boulder, where she spent seven years honing her skills. During that time, she earned her advanced degrees in chemical engineering. Her journey then led her to the Colorado Department of Public Health and Environment (CDPHE), where she climbed the ranks over two decades, finally reaching the position of head of the agency just last year.

I had been jotting down notes for my research, ready to delve into her staff’s profiles, when Heather suddenly burst into the room. She seemed to materialize out of thin air, clad in nothing but a pair of delicate white lace panties that left little to the imagination. The fabric, damp and clinging provocatively to her mound, revealed every enticing curve and a pronounced camel toe, a clear testament to her arousal. In that instant, my focus dissolved into raw desire as the heady scent of her arousal ignited a fierce physical reaction.

"Good morning, bro!" she chirped with mischievous delight as she crawled seductively between my legs. With practiced urgency, she grasped my stiff cock, her fingers and lips working in a dance as primal as it was passionate. "I am so horny—I tried to getting myself off this morning, but every stroke only made me hornier. I really need some dick right now before I get my shower," she confessed breathlessly.

I found myself more than happy to oblige, though it was as if I had **** when her desire turned her into a **** of nature. Before I could even properly acknowledge her request, she had yanked my shorts aside and began to worship my tool with the zeal of a seasoned competitor, her mouth expertly accelerating my rising excitement. It wasn’t long before I pulled my cock from her skilled embrace, scooped her up, and carried her over to the nearby bed.

Gently placing her on all fours, I slowly stripped away her damp lace panties and playfully spanked her muscular, alluring ass, each smack sending sparks of anticipation through her. Then, with deliberate determination, I drove my steel-hard member deep into her dripping pussy from behind, igniting a chorus of ecstatic screams as our bodies melded together in unbridled passion.

We swiftly fell into a rhythm, her powerful thrusts driving backwards into me, allowing my cock to fill her completely with each deliberate stroke. With long, forceful movements, the head of my throbbing member almost slipped free with every retreat, only to be plunged back into the heat of her wet, inviting depths again and again. "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" she cried out in ecstatic delight, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "You fill me up so good! Don't stop!"

Enthralled by her fervent pleas, I plunged into her with abandon, intoxicated by the sight of my cock gliding into her from behind. Every inch was slick with the mingled remnants of our arousal, while her thick, firm ass—slightly reddened from our playful spanks—completed the vivid tableau of our intense encounter. Her pussy, swollen and almost luminous with desire, contrasted beautifully with her smooth, tan skin that glistened under a sheen of sweat resulting from our fervent exertion.

"Sam, I needed this! I need your cum. Tell me when you're going to cum," she implored, her voice a blend of hunger and vulnerability.

Her **** plea sent a shiver through me, the mounting climax nearly overwhelming my senses. "Oh god, Heather. You're too much—I'm going to cum!" I gasped, surrendering to the irresistible surge of passion that bound us together in that intoxicating moment.

"Cum on my face, Sam!" she cried, her demand fueled by a wild urgency. I pulled out just in time, my cock throbbing as the first thick rope landed hot and heavy across her cheek. She moaned, her mouth open and ready, as I unleashed the rest of my load in a frenzied burst that splattered across her lips, nose, and forehead, painting her face with sticky, white streaks.

She looked radiant and almost feral, as she smeared the cum across her skin with a satisfied grin. Her tongue darted out, catching a drop as it slid down her cheek. "Mmm, perfect," she purred, then turned her attention back to my twitching cock. With swift, eager movements, she engulfed me in her mouth, sucking me clean with an intoxicating mix of tenderness and greed. Her lips and tongue worked expertly, coaxing out the last remnants of my orgasm until I was left breathless and lightheaded.

"Now it’s time to shower. Want to join me?" she asked, looking up at me with playful, hopeful eyes. I was tempted to get dirty all over again, but I had to keep my priorities straight. There was so much more to learn about Heidi before she came to Eden Valley.

"You go ahead," I said. "I’ve got to get to make some more progress on my research before the party."

Heather sprang to her feet, seemingly satisfied from our encounter. She gave me a quick, teasing kiss on the cheek and bounced out of the room, leaving me in a bewildered state of post-orgasmic bliss. Her footsteps receded down the hall, and I shook my head to clear it, refocusing on the task at hand.

I sat back down at my computer, the screen flickering with the pages I'd left open. Heidi's absence from the digital world only heightened my curiosity. For someone with such a prominent career, her personal life was conspicuously absent from the internet. I delved into search results, the hours slipping by with little to show for it. My eyes grew heavy, and the words on the screen began to blur together. The further I dug, the more elusive any useful information became. I tried every angle I could think of—even old newspaper archives. Nothing useful arose, leaving me with a sense of frustration.

At last, I leaned back with a sigh, rubbing my temples. Though I'd gathered some details her education and career, none of it brought me closer to understanding Heidi's motivations or what we could leverage against. I summarized the meager findings, scrawling them across a notepad with a growing sense of impatience, before finally stuffing the notes into a folder. My research complete, at least for today, it was time to prepare for the party. I pushed aside the frustration in my research and thought about the debauchery the night promised which brightened my mood considerably. Kim said the attire was underwear only, so DI dug through my drawers to find something suitably raunchy. I was in the middle of my search when Heather appeared in the doorway and took my breath away.

She stood in the doorway wearing the most alluring, almost transparent white lace lingerie. The set barely contained her breasts, pale areolas visible through the fabric, and her smooth, shaved pussy on full display. "How do I look?" she asked, striking a playful pose.

"Like trouble," I replied with a grin, feeling a familiar rush of blood to my cock.

She laughed, a sound full of mischief and promise. "You better hurry up and get dressed, or you're going to be in more trouble than you can handle," she teased.

I rummaged through my drawer and found a black mesh jockstrap that seemed appropriate for the occasion. Heather watched with eager eyes as I stripped and put it on, her breath quickening with every move.

"Wow, Sam," she said, biting her lip. "That looks good. I’m not sure we’ll make it to the party.”

It demanded every shred of my willpower to resist her advances, yet the anticipation of Kim's party kept me resolute. My birthday celebration had been spectacular, but I knew this party would transcend it. Heather's eyes flickered with a playful defiance as I denied her, and we left together, fingers entwined, heading toward Kim’s house, the air between us charged with unspoken excitement.