Chapter 3: Invitation and Prelude

I pull into my garage and park the car. Stepping out, I walk to the mailbox and grab a fistful of mail. Tucking it under my arm, I walk up to the door and let myself in, flick on the lights and dump the pile of mail on the table. Normally, most of the mail I get is junk, but a small envelope slides out of the pile and drops to the floor. I peer at the return address and while there is no name listed I know from the street address that it is Danielle’s house. Curious, I think, as I slide my finger into the envelope and tear it open.

“A Very Special Birthday” it says on the cover. Of course! I think, her birthday is in a couple of weeks. I should think of a gift for her…my thoughts begin to wander as I open up the card. My mouth gapes open as I read the contents of the card. A picture of her freckled face, made up with red lipstick and wearing, her open mouth featured prominently on one side of the fold. On the other are instructions. “You are cordially invited to an evening of pleasure. Masks are required, be creative! Guests are not permitted to masturbate for at least one week prior to the party. Condoms are required – bring your own. If you wish to attend, RSVP by ejaculating on my photo, signing your name, and mailing it to the return address printed on the envelope. Hope to see you there…”

I groan a bit, staring at the picture of her cute little freckled face, all made up with pigtails, her plump red lips and little mouth encouraging me. I begin to rub myself through my suit pants and find myself quickly having a raging hard-on . I place the card on the coffee table in the living room and unzip my fly. Pulling myself out I begin stroking myself to her picture. I moan softly to myself,

“Danielle…you naughty little girl….” as I begin to leak precum. I lower my cock head down to the picture and leave a streak of precum on her picture, wetting her bright red lips. My stroking gets faster as I imagine what wild things could happen. ‘How many people did she invite?’ I wonder. ‘Will they all be guys? Any of my coworkers?’ I think and then, ‘Of course…that’s why the masks are required’. I imagine what she will wear that night …what kind of skimpy little outfit she’ll wear to entice us all. The thought of her positioned on all fours, those nice wide hips on her petite frame, the image of her spread open while she’s surrounded by horny men all with a week’s worth of cum for her. I grunt and send three large spurts of cum onto the invitation, her face covered with my cum. After letting every last drop out onto the card, I sign my name in the corner and leave it to dry. I put my cock back in my pants and start thinking about dinner….

The next day at the office I approach Danielle while she’s working at her desk. The weather is colder now and she’s wearing a light gray knit sweater that drapes beautifully off of the shelf made by her perky 32C breasts. The sweater goes down to her waist and she’s wearing a navy blue pair of wool slacks on the bottom. I stare intently at her full peach of an ass but can’t spot any sign of panty line. She must be wearing a thong today, I think, as she finally notices me standing there staring. She gives a bit of a start but then smiles slowly, looking around to see if anyone’s watching. Then without turning around she reaches into the waistband of her pants and pulls out her black thong. She lets it go with a quiet snap against her soft freckled lower back.

“Good morning” I say, and then under my breath, “You know how much I love your panties, don’t you?”

“Well, well,” she says in a low sexy voice, “now that I do know…” she trails off smiling up at me. I wonder what she could mean by that as I imagine my eyes tracing the soft cotton fabric of her thong as it disappears into the valley between her firm full ass cheeks. The thin band bridging across her pink pucker and then the gusset hugging her freshly shaved pussy, the plump labia shaping the fabric around them.

“Thanks for the invite” I say with a mischievous grin.

“You’re very welcome, Matthew” she says smiling slowly.