Another house party…I\u2019m tired of going to these things. Most people here are coupled, with k**s, and those who aren\u2019t are relentlessly trying to set me up. Dapper as usual, black dress slacks and a sharp pastel blue shirt, open collar, I walk through the crowd of the usual faces, greet the new faces, small talk – weather, politics, sports. I need a drink.<\/p>\n

I saunter my way across the garden…and there it is…that scent. Her perfume…intoxicating, invigorating, undeniability enticing, and the sound, her heels clicking on the ground, accompanied by that foot-dragging neanderthal of a host. We are all heading to the bar as she walks passed the corner of the house and there she is…pencil skirt, bare legs, blue hees matching her button down blouse. Stunning shoulder length golden hair that dances behind her while he strides forward…holding the neanderthal\u2019s stubby mit. They are high school sweethearts…so it is that iconic couple, the power couple, the trendy semi-hipster trend-setters that think they are beyond the common touch.<\/p>\n

And then the other one shows up…dark blue jeans, white blouse, red pumps matching her clutch matching her lipstick matching my imagination of the thong she hides under those jeans. I catch her eye, she grins, and the game is on. This is not the first time we made these parties better for each other. It won\u2019t be the last. I can feel my precum flowing already. <\/p>\n

I\u2019m joined at the bar by two gents who think the college days are the best ever, where their cellphones are filled with useless recordings of their fast cars along Yonge St. Feigning interest in their nonsense I grab my drink from the bar and move towards Ms BlueJeans. The closer get the more I can see her slip through her blouse, two buttons undone revealing the top of her cleavage, her auburn hair tucked back behind her ears.<\/p>\n

I cut her off by the love-seat swing, \u201cgood to see you again Candice.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust skipping the foreplay are we?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCareful now, you know we won\u2019t have much time together here.\u201d<\/p>\n

She steps close, grabs my belt and pulls herself closer for a kiss. \u201cNo, we don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

I take her glass while she walked into the house. This is our usual dance. We met years ago at a work event where our companies partnered on a research project. We started running into each other realizing that we had overlapping circle of friends. Incidentally our first with at the anniversary dinner of the hostess and her neanderthal. That evening we chatted up at the bar, and did what we could to avoid talking shop, as most of these parties unfold that way. She started talking about a client and I made a move touching her hand with mine. When she gasped and looked down at it, \u201cno shop talk love.\u201d<\/p>\n

I started up our conversation and talked about a new restaurant when she reached forward and placed her hand on my chest, freezing my thoughts. \u201cYes…touch is a powerful weapon. You shouldn\u2019t wield it so recklessly.\u201d As she took her hand back she let it fall to my waist, tugged on my belt and beckoned to the dance floor. The band broke into a lively swing beat, and I took her by the waist and yelled \u201cJUMP\u201d as she did I pushed up on her hips and held her briefly in the air while spinning onto the floor. As she landed softly on her feet I took the lead and led her into a rock-step, swinging with the music. She kept up, and I sent her for a twirl, and right in rhythm, never letting go, she followed my feet. Thinking that she knew how to swing,I started to move on, spinning her arms in the ocotpus so her back was to mine, her hair in my face, our rockstep in step and her hips pressing into mine. Spinning her back out I pushed down on her hands and she ducked as I swung my leg over her, and performed a perfect pull through while she slid on her heels and jumped as I pulled her up, spinning to face me. As she took my hands again she jumped as I swung her to my left, then out to my right, then straight out in front and rather than stopping her swing she spread her legs and sailed right into me squeezing my waist with her thighs as she grabbed my head and kissed me hard. The crowd around us erupted in cheer as I pushed her off and we went back stepping into rhythm. This time when we octopussed my hands grabbed her hips while her arms swung into the air and I directed her away into a perfect double spin, twisted myself around her, and twilled her into another dip, and kissing her as then crowd cheers the band hit their accent.<\/p>\n

Pulling her up to the applause she turned to bow, I waved and we walked back to the bar. I heard the neanderthal’s Rose getting upset saying that we stole the show and he couldn\u2019t keep up. I felt terrible. We did steal the show, we were hot on the dance floor. We had everyone\u2019s attention, and it wasn\u2019t our night. I went to table and took a flower out of the centerpiece, ripped to shorten its stem, and ordered a champange. I turned to my dance partner, \u201cI need to make this right.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMe too.\u201d<\/p>\n

We walked to the couple of the hour, and thanked them for the invite and the amazing band selection.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou two are still the real stars tonight.\u201d I presented my champagne flower to Rose while Candice kissed the husband on the cheek. I took his arm in embrace and offered my contracts to him, and turned to Rose and with a wink \u201cYou should head out there and burn up the floor. It\u2019s your night!\u201d I gestured to the two of them and they turned to each other, kissed and ran out. I looked to Candice, who high-fived me, and as I turned away from her she slapped my ass and said \u201cGood Game champ.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is just the beginning.\u201d<\/p>\n

She walked in front of me, taking me by the hand to the bar, turning to face me and ordering for both of us while never paying the bartender any attention. \u201cBee\u2019s. Shaken.\u201d It was the featured martini, a sweet wine shaken with vodka. Being a bar it was crowded, so she pulled me closer, and dropped my hand down to her legs and locked her leg around mine. Leaning against her back on the bar, I looked past her and thanked the bartender. She then took my hand and guided it between her legs. \u201cHey. Focus on me. Stop making everyone else feel important. I\u2019m the only one who matters.\u201d<\/p>\n

So I pressed my hand on her mound, feeling her heat, and slid my hand lower while I reached back behind her to get my drink, and hold it in front of her lips. As she open her mouth, her hands entwined around my neck I tipped the glass for her to sip and as the cold drink hit her tongue I curled my fingers on my hand resting between her legs, pressing against her mound.<\/p>\n

As I tipped the glass level, I eased up on the pressure on my hands between her legs. She simply mouthed \u201cmore\u201d and we started up again. As my fingers started to press between her legs I felt and shove and a sharp jab in my back.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey Paul. Cool it. You\u2019re making us look bad,\u201d as the neanderthal slurred his laboured speech.<\/p>\n

I turned to face him, \u201cHey man. Your party. You make us all look bad. Who throws events like this for a second anniversary?! This is hotter than some weddings I\u2019ve been to.\u201d <\/p>\n

Behind me Candice wraps her hands around my waist and peeks out from behind me. \u201cHe\u2019s right you know. No one swing dances, let alone hires a band like this. You did good. She\u2019s a lucky lady.\u201d Then she buried her face into my back and muffled \u201cand I am too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever. You two should get out of here so my Rose stops complaining.\u201d<\/p>\n

Candice takes her hands back from around my waist, slap my ass again. \u201cYou heard him. Let\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHang on. Let me say good-bye to her.\u201d I walked back to the lady of the hour while Candice chatted up the neaderthal. Rose is wearing a gorgeous blue dress, with black floral pantyhose on her long legs. A stunning pendant hangs from her neck and gestures to her small perky breasts. I took her by the hand kissed her on the cheek. \u201cYou look lovely tonight. Those two years went by so fast!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know right?! And you are dashing as ever. I didn\u2019t know you knew how to swing?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHa. I\u2019m pretty good at swinging. I can show you some time.\u201d<\/p>\n

She tapped her ring on my glass…deliberately\u2026\u201dI don\u2019t think so. You aren\u2019t what I need.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, otherwise you would have cut in and stole that dance number with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh Paul, like I could swing dance like that. I\u2019d be all limbs and\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust let me lead. Your limbs will be in all the right places for a good twirl, or two.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re terrible.\u201d<\/p>\n

After a moment, Rose leaned in to kiss me on the cheek \u201cNow go fuck Candice. She needs a good dicking.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo do you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

I walked away from her, not a look back, and she went to find her neandethal loafing about somewhere. Candice was already at the door with our coats as we headed out into the fall air steam was rising off my head. <\/p>\n

\u201cLook, give it up. I know you\u2019re hot stuff, stop with the sweat.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat can I say, my head gets hot when I\u2019m around you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTake me home.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNeither of us drank enough tonight for that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExactly why you\u2019re taking me home.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, but wait here. No need for you to walk in this cold.\u201d As I turned to walk away she jumped in my back and locked her legs around my hips. At 32 and 5\u20197 she\u2019s light as a feather, limber as a cheetah. I pass my coat up to her to d**** over her shoulders as we laugh to the car. The remote starter kicks in as we approach.<\/p>\n

\u201cReady?\u201d I ask. My arms reach above my head and are ready for her to grab. \u201cPush off and grab my arms.\u201d<\/p>\n

As soon as she grabs them I swing my arms downwards pulling her over my shoulder and sliding down my chest. We kiss, and her tongue finds mine while my hands find her hips. She leans back into the car while her hands fumble at my belt. I reach under her coat and untuck her blouse, sliding my fall cold hands our kisses slide from side to side. She sucks the air out of my lungs as my fingertips meet her hot flesh, and slides her hand down my pants grabbing at my hardening cock. One of my hands slides to her chest and massages her left breast while my other hand reaches for her hair and pulls on it breaking the kiss. \u201cGet in the car.\u201d<\/p>\n

She squeeze my cock, hard. \u201cWhen I want to, I will.\u201d <\/p>\n

As we continue to kiss her hand slithers around my boxers, looking for the fly. My left hand reached back to her hips pulling her close while my right hand lets of her hair, slides down her back, and unhooks her bra.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the fuck Paul!\u201d The cool breeze slides through her blouse and hardens her nipples as she pulls her hand out of my pants.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? The bra?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo! Your chastity boxers!\u201d <\/p>\n

\u201cSaxx baby. Keeps my balls in place.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe only place your balls should be in are my mouth.\u201d Her legs reach out like a champion posing and I step back, her blouse half untucked, her bra unhooked and dangling under her shirt. I step into her and lean her back against my car, sliding my hand down her flat stomach, down her pants, and right under the waistband of her panties. \u201cFuck yes\u2026\u201d she whispers out as my finger runs along her slit and is immediately soaked with her wetness. I rub along her clit and she sighs and digs her hands into my neck. I slide my hand back out, stand up and stare her in her green eyes as I suck my finger, tasting her juices. <\/p>\n

\u201cMore,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n

She turns to the car, opens the door, and sits down. \u201cGet in.\u201d
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