I did not know what to expect when I went to the party, I thought it would be like so many others, just people, just conversation, just food, just sensations. But that is what I was fearing, that it would be JUST sensations, not anything that would get deep would make me feel, just like the air on your skin, is a sensation, you disregard it as nothing, if it is temperate it is good, if it is cold or too hot you are annoyed, and you react, but it is still not something you focus on. Don't get me wrong, I LIKE being around people, I like the conversations, getting to know people. But it was getting old, the conversations were not new any more, they were just bland. But this night was going to be different.
I met her there.
She was standing there, and I could tell she was looking at me, making sure that I knew that she was looking at me, and smiling when she turned her head, knowing that my eyes were lingering on her. On her curves my eyes took their time, ahhh what nice breasts. Yes I was seeing them naked in my eye already, imagining myself sucking her nipples deep into my mouth, my hands firmly grasping them, milking them into my mouth. Yes my fantasy was quite vivid there in my mind as I was checking her out. There was the hair flip, yes a bit of her neck that I would love to nibble on. I watched her walk, seeing the power and the strength of her legs, thinking that they could push back at me as I ground myself deep in her. Yes those were my thoughts, and I was not even talking to her yet, I was just admiring from afar, enjoying this fantasy. I was also being the wolf, stalking, watching, was she there with anyone, was she mated? Or would she be my mate for the night – for the year – for life. She was highly sexually stimulating to me, I was proud in my pants, I could feel myself thickening, not poking out, it takes more then just the pretty images to get me that hard, but I could feel myself, which with the stiff martini I just finished was making me bolder.
I don't know what was said at first, those "line" moments, but the conversation started to flow, and I could tell she and I were clicking. There was the touch on my arm that thought I did not make comment on, it burned me and again, I felt myself thickening more. I got behind her and rubbed her shoulders as we waited for our next drink. She joked that my fingers were magic and that she was going to take me home and let me do that all night. I answered back that an all night massage was expensive, and that is when the Magic really hit. She pushed her ass back at me a bit and I knew she could feel my hardness, when she said, "I am sure I could massage you back just as well". I was getting more then just thick now, and she turned and we kissed.
