"Come on," Mick said again, "It'll be fun."
I suppose I just gave up in the end. He'd been going on all night this "Vicars & Tarts" party he reckoned he'd got us invited to. All I'd wanted was a quiet drink, but he just wouldn't stop going on about it. As always, Mick claimed that this was a "sure thing", and there'd be loads of women there.
But that's what Mick always said. He was a good mate, but he did go on at times! I'd had a crap week, and would have been quite happy to go home and crash out. But, as I say, in the end I just gave up to keep him quiet. After all, nothing would come of it, would it? It never did with Mick.
"All right then," I told him.
He stared at me, not sure he'd heard me right. I laughed at his reaction, and finished off my drink. Standing up, I spoke to him again.
"Come on," I told him with a laugh, "lead me to all these women."
I walked out of the bar laughing quietly to myself, knowing that Mick was all talk. Glancing back, I could see him trying to finish his drink before following me. I waited outside for him to catch up with me before hailing a cab. We clambered in and Mick gave the driver the address. This time it was me who was surprised – both because Mick actually had an address, and because of where it was in a pretty smart part of town. Maybe things were looking up.
Ten minutes later we were there – and things were definitely looking up.
Mick paid the driver while I looked around. We were in a cul-de-sac of smart, detached houses – all nice gardens and big cars. I was about to ask Mick how he had managed to get an invite when the door of the house of front of us opened. A couple came out. They were both young and good looking – and were all over each other. But it was the lady showing them out, and giving them both lingering "farewell" kisses, that really made me gasp.
She was gorgeous – early twenties, long blonde hair, cute face, and a body to die for. And all she was wearing was a set of black underwear – a low cut bra that left her breasts bulging out of the top, knickers that were cut high and skimpy, black stockings held up on her long, long legs by a lacy suspender belt.
I just stood and stared, my mouth hanging open as I drank in the view for the few seconds it was available to me. As she turned to go back indoors, I caught a tantalising glimpse of her naked ass, the thin ribbon of her thong disappearing between her firm, young buttocks. My mouth felt dry – and my cock hard. Very hard.
"Suzie."
She turned as Mick called out, and walked straight past me and across the garden to the door.
"Mick! You came." Her voice was low and husky.
Now I stared at him – as he hugged Suzie to him and kissed her quickly, his hand sliding down her back. It turned out that they had met a couple of weeks ago, and that she had invited him to the party. It seemed that while her parents were away, Suzie was determined to have some fun.
"Come on, Simon," he called out, a huge "I told you so" grin on his face.
I followed them into the house, trying hard to drag my eyes away from Suzie's gorgeous ass. Once inside, I could hear loud music from one room, and chatter from another. I wandered around while Mick went to get us some drinks. I found myself in a large lounge, and grabbed a seat at the end of a long couch.
There were about a dozen people in the room, mainly couples. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realised that while the men in the room had largely ignored the "Vicars & Tarts" theme for the party, the women definitely hadn't. Most of them were dressed in incredibly sexy clothes, and looked raunchy to say the least.
As my eyes adjusted further, I quickly realised what else was going on. At one end of the room, a few couples were dancing, very slowly, very sensually. Each couple was clinging to each other, their mouths locked together, their hands running over each others bodies.
Elsewhere, couples were openly touching and caressing each other. At the other end of the couch to me a couple were practically having sex, while at the other end of the room a guy was openly undoing his ladies blouse as she sat on his lap, his hand reaching in to caress her more than ample breasts.
Mick eventually brought me a beer – and promptly disappeared as he went off in search of Suzie. And that was the last I saw of him.
As I sipped from the bottle of beer, I looked around again, my eyes drawn to a couple standing talking on the opposite side of the room to me. I took one look at her, and instantly forgot what was going on around me. To me, she was quite simply beautiful. Perhaps not in a conventional way, but she looked it to me in a very sexy, open sort of way.
She must have been about my age – I'm in my mid thirties. She was about five feet and a few inches tall, with shoulder length brown hair. The blonde highlights streaked through her hair glimmered in the subdued lighting.
She was wearing a dark coloured Basque, with a white see through blouse over the top. The blouse was only done up by a knot at her belly button. Her breasts bulged firmly out of the tight Basque, her nipples barely covered. Her legs, which were encased in black, disappeared into a tight, black miniskirt that only just covered her fit looking ass.
As I stared at her, she glanced my way and smiled. The bloke she was talking to took her glass from her just as she glanced at me. As he turned to put their glasses down, she looked me up and down and smiled again, the wet tip of her tongue sliding across her red, lip stick covered lips. My cock was bulging now as the bloke turned back towards her.
She pulled him to her, and they kissed as I looked on, her tongue clearly thrusting into his mouth. His hands were running up and down her back as they kissed, squeezing her firm ass, and pulling her to him. She rocked against him, pushing herself onto the hard bulge in his trousers. As they broke their kiss, she reached down and ran a fingertip over the bulge in his trousers.
And then he led her out of the room. I watched them leave, my face green with envy.
"Her name's Chloe – and it looks like she's busy."
I looked up towards where the voice had come from. I hadn't even noticed anyone standing next to me. She was young, around nineteen. I watched as she walked across in front of me, from the side of the settee where she had been standing, to nestle down on the settee beside me.
"But I'm not," she continued, as she snuggled up to me, holding my arm in her hands, her breasts snug against me, her legs crossed to show off an expanse of warm, tanned thigh below her very short skirt.
She moved her hand, and ran a fingertip across my thigh, and along the hard ridge in the front of my trousers.
"You do like her, don't you," she said with a laugh, moving her hand back onto my thigh.
She snuggled up closer to me, throwing her leg across my knees, before asking me my name.
