You find two friendly guys

You head for the corner nearest you. Your shoes feel cumbersome as you cross the carpet, so you try to kick them off. The booze has done your coordination a blow, so you stop and remove the shoes carefully before you continue. The feel of the deep pile beneath your feet is somewhat sensuous - the lack of vision has heightened your other senses, and your sense of smell tells you that you are heading in an interesting direction. For you can discern subtle fragrances - but subtle masculine fragrances intermingling. OOh! This was not what you expected, and you are surprised at how intrigued you are by this.

You edge slowly forward. There is now no doubt in your mind that two of the guys are getting to know each other a little better. You hear the sound of a garment sliding across skin. Your eyes can’t quite beat the darkness, but you espy the vague movement of what you figure is a hand across skin.

You reach forward. The hand (for you were right) takes yours, and now your hand is being used as a surrogate in the stroking of this other man, and the body you are feeling is nice and taut, and a little (but not unpleasantly) sweaty.

Your tongue snakes out. Now you are playing with the back of the hand that inches your hand down across a hairless chest to a waiting nipple, ready-licked for your attention, then down across the washboard to the waiting (oh can’t you get the musk!) throbbing member below.

Your mouth leaves the guiding hand and your tongue again plays pathfinder. Ooh, hardness, quiverings, and a little taste of what is to cum.

The hand that guides you there becomes the hand that rocks your world, as it sneaks its way to your hot pussy and begins to capitalise on the wetness you have been building up. Meantime, as your mouth engages fully with the throbbing member you have found, its owner’s hands grab your hair and begin to do more damage to it than Vidal Sassoon could fix in a year.

You ease back, flick your tongue out and back at the massive helmet of this glorious cock, and - as first one, then two fingers enter your hot snatch - you make to go to Deep Throat mode; that’s when lights go on.

You pause, blinded by the harsh light. Then you take stock.