Cocktail Party

It started at the cocktail party. Karen is a political and business
consutant in Washington D.C.. I was attending the cocktail party along with other political people and business executives. Karen put on her skin color thigh highs and garter belt. She had always preferred them over regular panty hose so that She wouldn’t have to worry about tugging on them late into the evening. She threw over a sheer pink blouse that moved with her body and pulled up a gray pencil skirt that hugged her hips. And nice black heels to top it off.

I put on my gray slacks with a gorgeous blue dress shirt that went with his eyes. I was wearing one of my favorite shirts. The party wasn’t as bad as I was expecting it to be. Loads of people filled the house and back patio, having drinks and carrying on conversations. I moved my way with another executive a bit, stopping to say hello to people I had just seen a couple of days before and chatting with people I hadn’t seen in quite some time. When I was finished working my way through the crowds in the home, I decided it would be the best time to work my way towards my actual recreation for the evening.

I was talking with a friend when She came up behind me to ask if I needed another drink. Karen ran her fingers delicately across my arm and to my hand to get me to notice her. I immediately looked at my hand before looking at her. A sly smile played across my face as I introduced myself to this attractive 44 year old woman. ” Nice to meet you John.” ” My name is Karen.” She replied. “Would you like another drink?” She was being sweet, smiling deliciously at me with desire.

I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into me, planting a soft kiss in-between the crease of her neck and shoulder. ” Hmm, yes I would Karen.” She noticed my friend look awkwardly at our playful advance towards each other. It was fairly entertaining.

She smiled back and moved away, flaunting herself knowing the guy was watching. She could feel the wetness forming in-between her legs at the idea of teasing each other. The kitchen was actually pretty deserted since most of the guests were out and about the house. She grabbed another beer for me and a cocktail for herself. She was about to head out the kitchen when She sensed the opportunity to do something devilish.

Karen looked around the corner of the entry way to make sure that no one was heading towards the kitchen. When She made sure that everyone seemed pretty occupied with what they were doing, She popped back in and quickly placed her hand under her skirt to dip her fingers inside her pussy. She wanted to make sure that She got enough of her juices that had started to form on the tip of her two fingers in the short amount of time She had. When she was done, She fixed her skirt with her other hand, grabbed my beer and her drink, making sure not to touch anything with her fingers.

When she returned back outside to the patio, I noticed her this time. I was both smiling and looking awkwardly at her. She was sure it was because of the sinful smile she had across her face. She gave me my beer and switched her drink to her other hand, leaving her dipped fingers free. She pretty much ignored my friend at this point.
” There is wonderful dip here inside. It’s really good. Look.” She held her fingers up to my mouth and I stared at her a little tongue-tied, unsure what to do to her gesture.

” That’s okay Karen, I’m not hungry.” She could tell I was a little embarrassed. “Just try it John. Let me know what you think.” She kept her hand at the level of my mouth and I obliged, giving my friend the ” I’m sorry ” look as I did.