My choice, He takes it well.

The black sports bustier and matching black skirt, white thigh high socks and black knee high boots had been what I chose to wear along with my blue denim jacket. The awaiting jock outside seemed to approve the way his eyes looked over me. As I approached his vehicle I knew I was blushing, already I was partially enjoying the attention after years of neglect. What other surprises would I behold tonight?

At the party there were plenty of other fine women, but I couldn’t help but to partially think that I myself was the hottest. There was an insecure feeling of being watched until one drink after another washed it away. The music, the atmosphere, it was amazing. Before long a strong grip had placed itself over my hand and **** me to the yard outside, I know that now that I had my jacket off I was showing a lot of skin, and now bouncing to some random rock music up close to some man. I felt so intoxicated in the surroundings that I almost didn’t recognize the man who tapped me on my shoulder that it was the same man that brought me here. He took my wrist and pulled me to him with a **** that put fear into me. His strong hands holding me close, and my arms around his waist, looking up to those wanting eyes. He asked me something and I couldn’t understand what he’d said but nodded yes.

Before I knew it I was being **** up the stairs and down the 2nd floor corridor. Opening one door to find an attractive blonde headed girl on her knees in front of a man. His bluejeans pulled down to his knees revealing his hairy legs. It took me a moment to realize his boxers were also pulled down, and that the girl had her red lipstick painted lips wrapped around the middle of the guy’s thick veiny cock. I shuddered at the scene. The girl bobbing her head and that silky blonde mane of hers up and down on the man’s prick. Her cheeks bulging and so full of cock. I couldn’t help but to stare and notice all the details. My legs tingling and my face heating up as I watched the way she jerked him off while sucking on the head of his cock. The man’s balls bouncing up and down as she did. It took me a moment to realize what I was really wanting though, it wasn’t to feel what that man was feeling, but rather wondering what it tasted like, and how it felt to give the man such pleasure. I shuddered again at the sound of wet smacking and slurping, and the guys frequent groans as his hand went in her hair to help her take his cock.

I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t see my date walk off, but rather felt his tug as he pulled me into another room, one that was empty. He turned on the lamp beside the bed and closed the door behind me. The room was an average room, with a twin bed that maybe looked like the hosts younger brother’s room.
I looked at him and stammered around a bit, well knowing what he wanted, but did I want the same… Hoping I had the wrong idea I begin to studder some conversation.

“Chris right?” I re-clarified his name.

“Yeah.. What?” he asked walking around the room pulling stuff out of his pockets and putting it on a counter near by.

“So…..” I questioned while grinding my thighs together.