Journal Entry #92 - My First Party
Hi Journal!
Well, last night was the big party! I got dressed up really nice and drove over to the Hotspot. They had been spamming the room on the Hookup website I belong to, and I had RSVPed several days before. It was going to be my first party, though you know I've met a few people from that room before with notable results.
I was wearing a simple white sleeveless silk top with a simple black skirt with black thigh-highs and my cool black leather Oxfords. It was warm so I didn't wear a jacket. My hair was down, and my only make up was red lipstick. Underneath I had gone to town and was wearing a full set of black lingerie, lacey black bra, matching panties, and a garter belt. I have to say I was feeling really sexy right from the start.
It was just a little after seven when I got to the Hotspot, and when I went in I felt a little bit nervous. It looked like (and is) a dive bar, with pool tables up front, a little dance floor in front of the DJ/KJ (Karaoke Jockey), with a bar running all the way down the wall and around the back.
The place was filled almost to capacity with a pretty varied group. I could see the Young Guys, between 21 and 35, dressed up to look hot, more than a few in military uniforms. There were the Older Guys, between 40 and 60, mostly cleaned up and wearing Hawaiian or brightly colored shirts, most with shorts. There were the Young Things, girls between 21 and 30, dressed in tight, revealing outfits that most didn't have the bodies to carry off.
They mostly looked trashy and desperate. More than one was easily over 200 pounds and squeezed into corsets and skirts that were straining to hold them.
And then there were the older chicks, from 30-50 dressed better than the Young Things, but most showing years of mileage I pray I can avoid.
One of the Older Guys, a handsome one about 50-something in a yellow Tommy Bahama and shorts with flip-flops came up and put his arm around me. He said he was AnalCommander61 and I hugged him. He was one of the "Leaders" of the room, and a really nice guy.
"Max wants to meet you," he said, and he ushered me through the crowd to the back, where Max was holding court.
Max is PrincessMax, a forty-something Asian woman, petite and beautiful. She was dressed impeccably, looking like she was going to go to the finest nightclub in town rather than this little dump. The men and women were gathered around her on her bar stool against the wall. When she saw me her eyes brightened and I went over and we hugged.
"So, my hubby brought me a prize," she laughed, her arms tight around me. " I love your shoes!" I could tell the moment I walked in that my 5 1/2 inch heeled Oxfords were a good choice.
Max introduced me around, whispering in my ear whether they were good people or not worth bothering about. I was standing with my back right up against her, with her arms around me as she introduced me. After most of the boring chitchat I normally put up with I finally turned around, and Max kissed me.
I wish I could explain how sexy it feels to kiss another woman when she's wearing lipstick too. The slip sliding, the softness, well, it's really arousing for me. I felt her hands on my tits, and then they slid down and pressed against my pussy through my skirt. The fact that there were crowds of people just inches away was making me so hot I couldn't stand it.
AnalCommander61 was close behind me then, and I felt them both gathering my skirt and lifting it. Max's hand pressed to my pussy with only the sheer fabric of my panties to protect me, and I jumped. She had a little vibrator on her finger and she was feeling me through my panties, giving me a really good buzz.
"Holy shit! Jesus, what an ass! Take a look at those legs!" I heard the voices of men and women behind me and realized that AnalCommander61 had moved aside but was still holding my skirt up, showing my backside off to the group. I blushed, still kissing Max as she worked her finger around over my panties, which were getting very wet.
I pushed Max's legs apart and reached under her skirt, finding as I ran my finger along her smooth slit that she was not only very aroused, but that she was not wearing panties under her tight leather skirt. I was slightly afraid of going too far in the crowded bar, but I couldn't help myself. I broke out kiss and squatted down, putting my face only a few inches from her exposed pussy. She was shaved bare like me, and her full pouting lips had a brownish tint.
In a flash I was sucking on her sweet pussy, running my tongue over her sensitive flesh. Anal moved in and started kissing her, and I felt her hand on the back of my head as she rubbed Anal's hard-on through his shorts.
I glanced away and saw legs all around us, people who had moved in close to watch but who were also shielding us from more casual observers.
I spread her lips wide with my fingers and went to work on her clitty for a little while, then leaned in closer and went deep with my tongue. Her juices were flowing, and she pushed against my face, so I knew I was pleasing her even though we couldn't communicate. There was a gush, and her come became thicker, but I hadn't sensed any tensing or anything. She tasted really good.
I rose up between the couple and they took turns kissing me, licking her juices from my face and lips.
Anal lifted my skirt and I felt his fingers in my waistband. I didn't discourage him, so a few moments later I felt him work my panties down my legs. He stooped and picked them up and put his face against my ass under my skirt, his bristly beard tickling me. He spread my cheeks and I felt his tongue start lashing my asshole, no doubt getting a mouthful of my running juices too. He stopped, and soon was joining our kiss, sharing my taste with Max.
"You said you were flexible," Max whispered in my ear, and I brought my leg up and held my ankle up over my head. Max laughed and putting her fingers inside me she said, "That's wonderful, but not exactly what I meant. You want to come home with us for the after-party?"
