The party was full of people she didn't know and frankly couldn't bear to be near. Who were they? Lawyers? Teachers? These were definitely not her people. What the hell, it's only a party, she thought. She looked through the window onto the street below. A man was shrugging a light coat from his shoulders as she turned her back to him. He looked up at her as she turned; he caught sight of her blue tattooed shoulder through the misting glass of the December night.
The music dissipated from a full-on house set to a tonal hum as people swayed in time around her. Some moved consciously of the beat whilst others watched the hypnotic pulse; vibrating, coaxing people into compromising positions as fabric slipped from skin. The epiphany of the rush meant that even she could barely contain the control of the music and yet she resisted draping the floor in semi-Tokilla pose though everyone around her climbed up to a natural high. Some danced alone touching themselves evoking the masquerade of bodies without faces.
She backed out of the clamour in a miasmic vacuum like smoke being sucked in a cigarette; gentle and long, clandestine and lithe. She flicked her spine back into place followed by her head and swung about to face a table of semi-interesting looking people, bending over the table so that they could see the décolletage of her breast pulsating against the lip of her tightening basque. As she did, she accidentally backed into the man she'd seen earlier. Starved of natural light, he was bathed in a warm red glow from the switching lights on the makeshift dance floor. Instantly she felt it; the lubricious flaunt from her belly to her clitoris. It soaked at the top of her legs and, reaching down with her hand she plucked a lade which glistened silver as she brought it to his lips. He took her finger into his mouth and slaked his thirst. Walking away from him she made her way to the table of kissers who kissed as though they meant each touch and with one glance from the corner of her eye at him, she joined them.
She had never felt more beautiful than she did right now. The raiment beneath her dress constricted like a cobra: squeezing her nipples as she kissed each person at the table. She slipped her tongue in and out of the mouths of women and men finding their threshold for lust as they moved their fingers hurriedly around her, tweaking and rubbing her tits and her thighs. She glanced at the blonde woman she was kissing; she licked her neck once and ran a finger up to her juicy clit. The woman ventilated the strong smell of cum up through her dress from the heat of her cumming cunt. One of the men watched and though still fully clothed, started to rub his hard cock against her before the blonde woman opened her thighs like a coiled spring and took all of him in. STOP! Her mind became a klaxon of thoughts all falling into one. Could he see her there? Could he see her fingers and a stranger's cock fucking this woman? She didn't want to kiss these people anymore; she wanted to be with him. She looked around, she couldn't see him; and in a slight panic she convinced herself that he was gone.
She was still so horny, yet felt that restraint would be the only compass to find him in this room of standard deviants. Where was he? Each sideways move she made her hips brush against hard cocks and her shoulders and arms against nipples that tightened like popping corn. She drank a little, sweeping glasses up as she walked, trying to quench the dryness of her mouth.
And there he was watching her as she walked towards him. He stood behind a girl; her head tilted slightly exposing the nape of her neck as he brushed her long plain hair to one side. She was bathed in a gentle blue pigment as though sprayed onto her skin. She was completely naked save for the slither of black hair covering her proud cunt. He was rocking her body slowly back and forth as his hands massaged her thigh and slipped in and out of her. The girl would make occasional noises and groans but he did not reciprocate them, preferring to look at her with force and determination.
"This is as close as I want to get to you," he smiled.
