When Pam asked me to come to her pool party next Saturday I tried to think of a way to politely say no. I'm not much of a conservationist and quite frankly I find most women to be boring. I never was one for chit chat about children or homemaking or any of the typical topics most women select to discuss. Pam knew that, so I was a bit surprised that she would even ask. I hemmed and hawed trying to politely say no thanks but I think she read my mind. Look Monica, this isn't going to be another of those boring things that make you uncomfortable. The people at this one are really interesting and anyway it's going to be a mixed group. Not just women but some really fantastic guys I've met. I really don't know Pam, I'm not comfortable with people I don't know and introductions are something that I simply hate. Come on Monica, I promise you this will be different. Just bring yourself and your sexiest bathing suit. I sort of gave a sigh and a reluctant nod and it was set.
Saturday at eleven I pulled into the driveway and her handyman took my keys and drove my car to a parking spot. There were already about ten other cars there and I was getting uncomfortable at the number of people in attendance. Pam took my bag and led me to the pool area. I had been there before but never when there were so many people gathered around. It was catered and there was even a small combo playing music off in one corner. I went to one of the picnic tables under a grove of elms and sat observing the activity. I was still as uncomfortable as I had expected to be. I didn't recognize anyone I knew and Pam abandoned me almost immediately. She had to keep things rolling I guess. A waiter worked his way over to me with a tray of drinks and placed two down next to me. Both champagne. I looked up wondering why two but he just grinned and said, I won't be getting back this way for at least fifteen minutes so you better just stock up, and with that, left.
About five minutes later I had company. I guess he came around from behind because he was sitting next to me before I even heard him arrive. Right now I didn't feel like chatting so I didn't really make eye contact but sort of nodded yes when he asked to join me. He introduced himself as Blake, and I gave him my name. There was a pregnant silence for a few minutes before he tried to be break the ice. He began with a few observations and small talk before I finally turned to speak directly to him. It was than that I came to life. He wasn't the sort of man who I would expect to be at one of Pam's affairs. He was, well, more subdued and almost exciting to be with. He had a way of making eye contact and looking at you as if he had known you all your life. I began to open up and started telling him who I was, and how I knew Pam. From there on I just rambled on like a little fool and yet he watched me intently seeming to hang onto my every word. He never interrupted, or tried to steer my conversation. I found myself telling him things that I would never tell my closest and oldest friends and yet it seemed so natural.
Than he did something that seemed so natural that I responded with out hesitation. He slid his hand across the table and turned his palm up. I placed my hand atop his and he sort of just held me. I suddenly became quiet and we just gazed at each other. Now I don't believe in love at first sight or that sort of thing, but this man was making my heart pound and my face flush. Than something happened that was totally new for me. My pussy became noticeably wet and a bit uncomfortable. Something sexually affiliated began to happen to my body For a long moment we just sat there like that. Than he broke the silence. Would you care for a drink, Monica? Like a child I nodded yes, never remembering the two drinks that had been placed next to me. They were probably warm and flat by now anyway. He turned his head, caught the waiters eye and my gaze never left his face. I never even saw the waiter place the fresh drinks down or pick up the others. Now he turned back to me and smiled. It was almost a knowing smile. The sort of smile a parent gives a child who desperately needed understanding. I was lost in it. I was fast becoming enamored with him and it sent warm washes of sexual pleasure coursing thru me. How could this man make me feel like this, I mused? I haven't known him for twenty minutes and yet I was developing feelings that I was embarrassed to admit even to myself.
His voice was deep and soothing. He told me about himself, how he had come to know Pam, and a bit about his business. I heard parts of it but my mind was conjuring up much more exotic thoughts rather than actually listening to what he was saying. I let my mind fantasize a love affair, a sexual encounter, a voyage to some secluded spot and other sexual scenarios. He must have seen the misty distant look in my eyes because he suddenly became quiet, squeezed my hand and whispered, are you going to join the others and go swimming? I kept my eyes on him and nodded no. I wasn't about to let this moment go. Almost as if he knew what I had been day dreaming about he reached out his other hand and I place my hand in his. Now it was as if we were sending messages to each other with our minds and I actually blushed. I moved my legs uncomfortably under the bench and realized that I was not just wet but sticky. I slowly moved my legs apart and felt the lips of my pussy come apart. It was almost as if they were being kissed by some magical force. It actually brought me closer to an orgasm than I dare admit. I took my hand from his, reached for my glass and lifted it to my lips, all the while watching him over the rim. The waiter had replaced the champagne with a rum drink, a very strong rum drink. He smiled. Damn him, he knew. I swear he could see it in my face. I wanted him and he knew it. My breath came in long slow deep gasps and my breasts heaved. I felt a sudden release as the top button on my blouse parted and now my cleft was exposed. I normally would have been upset, but now I had an urge to see if I could make the button just below separate too. I couldn't.
Would you like to walk he asked? Sure I answered and we stood. He drained his drink and took me by my arm and we began to walk deeper into the shade of the trees' canopy. I now was totally wet and each step worked my pussy back and forth teasing my clit so much that I had to stop every so often or lose what little control I had left. It was near the edge of the elm grove that I turned and leaned against the tree. He paused in front of me and looked down into my eyes. I lost control and my arms rose up and entwined around his neck. He bowed his head and as I looked up, our lips met. Kisses are just kisses until they hold some mystical meaning. That kiss was what dreams are made of. At first it was just a warm joining, than I let my lips part, his followed. My tongue moved to enter and his joined mine. Than they seemed to duel with each other. We were no longer kissing. We were seducing each other. I never wanted to break this joining and my arms tightened around his neck and I thrust my breasts hard to his chest. His hands had lowered and now were around my waist drawing me closer to his warm body and my legs were slightly parted as I shoved my pelvis forward and pushed my pussy hard against his thigh. I felt the swollen hardness of his manhood press back in return.
