Shasta is my sister. Not biologically or anything, but as loved as anyone I have known in my entire life. She's an earth mother type. Loud, Brash, Beautiful, and as large as life in every way. Spending time in her presence always makes me feel like I'm a foot taller and 10 years younger. This past weekend was one of her annual events and I was in for an awesome surprise. An "I never thought that anything like this would happen to me" kind of moment...
Her social events are much looked forward to by most anyone who attends. She is well known as a very flirtatious woman, and when she gets going it's impossible to guess who will catch her eye. It's always fun, even more so when things get a little out of control. Shasta is married to Tracey. I love em both like family and this party was in honor of Tracey's birthday. When my wife & I arrived, there was an open space around the fire pit next to Tracey. My wife, Brenda, took the spot, which was a little weird because she and I always sit together, everywhere we go. I saw an open space across from Brenda and decided to sit there, if nothing else I'd be able to watch her. Turned out that the party was a Pajama Party. People were in flannel, silky nighties and lounge pants.
There was a cute blonde girl sitting next to me, she was wearing a slick little black skirt. You know the type, the one that drives most straight guys nuts? One of my gifts is, I talk to ANYONE. I introduced myself and found out that her name was Taylor. She was curvy in a very sexy way and had beautiful large breasts. She had a kind of Pin-Up vibe going for her and I couldn't help but notice how attractive she was. Shasta & Tracey, being married lesbians, always had a couple/few gays at their parties. Sometimes more sometimes less. They have other friends, too. Kinks, Trans, Gays, Pans, Polyamorists and heteros, nobody is ever "out of place" and anything consensual goes. I hadn't decided yet if this lady sitting beside me was gay, straight or in-between, but I can tell you, I was hoping that she was open to men. More specifically, open to me. I (personally) have never walked in on anyone having sex, but I am very confident that it happens frequently. As Shasta has more drinks, the inhibitions casually melt away and things slowly get more and more exciting. More than once I've been the very willing victim of a Shasta grope, and so has my wife. I was watching my wife and more than once let my eyes slide over Taylor's sleek black dress.
The night was shaping up nicely, and my friend Sharon showed up. (I call her Buckets, cuz when she cums, it's like the Levee broke and no force on earth can hold the waves back). I'm not a huge drinker but Buckets always has a joint or 2, so I decided to indulge an old habit and have a smoke with her. Feeling no pain I returned to my seat in the growing darkness. The sun had set and nobody had lit the fire yet. Taylor was still sitting there, in her little black dress. Conversation went casually around the group as more people showed up, and others left. I took a few opportunities to speak with Taylor, each time letting my eyes linger on her body. She was very open about sexuality and her body. She told me that she had pierced nipples. I felt a twinge in my pants thinking about those big beauties, and the piercing thing just added to the heat. Something strange was happening. I felt almost as if I'd been drugged. I was getting so horny for this woman I'd never met before. Her little black dress had slid up a little and I could make out a little bit of a shadow between her legs. Was it panties? Her muff? Just a shadow? I couldn't tell. And I couldn't take it anymore. I was so horny; I'd have screwed a knot in a tree to get some release. I got up, crossed the patio and kissed my wife, hard. She laughed and made a joke about the smoke. I laughed and told her I was going to get a drink. She slid her hand up my thigh and grabbed me gently. She winked at me and I kissed her again and went inside.
