Oh What a Party

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This story has a slight season touch to it, but I hope nobody minds that I am submitting it now instead of waiting for next winter. If you have read any of my stories, you will know that the characters are based on real people and my stories were originally written for my friend, who I affectionately call my Naked Norwegian. The people are real, the stories are not. I hope you enjoy this latest fantasy adventure between me and my virtual lover.

Happy New Year

This is an interesting party you have brought me to. People are dressed sharply. Some are dressed scarcely. Seriously, some of those dresses look like underwear. But if I was their size, I might want to wear the same. For now, I am the most dressed person in the room.

There are lots of drinks to go around. Music is good. Most people are speaking another language. I am not sure if it is Norwegian or German, but I see that I am the foreigner in this group. Some are dancing. Lots are getting cozy with each other. This is a real close group. Where did you meet these people anyway? They are like minded people, you tell me. Vague! Is it like a book club group? You just smile and give me another drink. Why is it when you don’t want to tell me something, you make me drink? I will be drunk soon at this rate. So I stop asking questions. It is just easier that way.

Oh, Maroon 5 is on…What lovers do. I love that song. I take you to the dance floor. It is not your kind of music, but frankly, your kind of music is the kind you drink to, not dance to. So I grab your hips and make you move to the beat. I tease you a little, dancing real close a few time. You look like you may actually be enjoying yourself. I am letting loose and having a ball.

Every once in a while, someone walks by and says something to you in whatever language, and I see you respond in what appears to be a No. I ask you want they want and you tell me they want to borrow something of yours, but you are not sharing. The first time was ok, but this has happened 3 or 4 times already. I really wish I could understand what people are saying.

You offer me another drink. No thanks, I am starting to feel numb and I want to be awake and enjoy this party. The music is really good. Oooh, Kelly Clarkson. Come on, back to the dance floor. I am twirling around, singing along, and having a wonderful time. Again, someone comes to say something to you, and again, I know you just said no. Wait, wasn’t that guy making out with the blond in the red dress earlier. He is with a brunette now and getting seriously close. Damn, he looks like he is going to swallow her up right here on the dance floor. Get a room people!

You tell me you need a break from dancing. We go sit on a couch. I am getting a bit tired myself. I haven’t danced this much in a long time. I cozy up against you on the couch. You have your arm around my neck. The crowd is still very lively. Still lots of dancing, but I find there are more and more people finding spots to park themselves and they are making out. Europeans are way more lively than North Americans.

Abba! I am sorry. I don’t care if you are tired. We are dancing again. You can’t pass up a chance to dance to Abba. I pull you up off the couch. You are groaning as you rise, but you follow. And as expected, Abba makes your hips move. Everyone on the dance floor seems to be singing along. I love Abba!

As the song end, you draw me to you and tell me you need some alone time. But the music is so good…can’t we stay a little longer. You tell me we are not leaving, just taking it to another room. You need to get away from the crowd for a bit. Ok, but later, we dance some more.

You take me by the hand and guide me toward a hallway. Before leaving the living area, you stop to say something to a man who I assume is the host of the party. He says something back, looks at me and smiles. He says something else, and again, you say no. but you say something else and the guy glances across the room, then gives you a nod as if you say yes to something. This language barrier really sucks.

We walk down a long hall, way to the end. There are lots of rooms in this place. I would hate to be responsible for the cleaning of a house like this. We enter the room. It is nice. There is a bed and a few pieces of furniture. There is a desk with a black box on it. You sit me on the Bostancı Yabancı Escort bed and sit beside me. You ask if I am having fun. I tell you I am having the most fun I have had in a long time. Thank you for bringing me here tonight.

You lean in for a kiss. I, of course, accept this kiss. You lay me down on the bed and continue to kiss my lips. Your hands are busy stroking my face and hair. Your tongue comes into my mouth a few times. I am not quite sure what I am supposed to do with that. I am still a little awkward with some of this stuff. Should I be touching your tongue with my tongue? Am I supposed to be sticking my tongue in your mouth? This requires too much thought. I will stick to the basics for now. I don’t think I am good at the basics yet, so this is not the time to try any advanced stuff just yet.

You slow your kissing and put your hands on both sides of my face and you just stare for a moment. You ask me if I trust you. Just the fact that you ask that makes me wonder, but I reluctantly say yes. You kiss my forehead before getting up off the bed. You go to the desk and you grab the black box. I sit up on the bed and ask what you have there. You take out a black satin blindfold. Oh, I enjoyed that the last time. You walk over to me and put it over my eyes. You proceed to kissing my neck. You help me stand up at the foot of the bed. I feel you unbutton my blouse. Slowly, you slide it off my shoulders and down my arms.

You grab my breasts while still in my bra. You kiss the top of my breasts. You push them together and kiss the space between them. This makes me breathe in deep and I puff out my chest. Your lips go back to my neck as you unhook my bra. Without moving your face away from my neck, your hands remove my bra and then go back to caress my breasts. Your face goes back to my breasts. Again, you push the two together and your face goes in the middle. You kiss and then you lick the space between the girls. Then you go to the nipples. You rub them with your thumbs while lifting the whole breasts upward with the rest of your hands. You put your mouth on my right nipple. You suck on the nipple and rub with your tongue at the same time. I quiver. Then you grab the nipple with your teeth, just enough to be able to pull it away from the breast. Then you come back and suck some more. You repeat this process on the left breast.

Your face goes down to my belly. Your hands gently touch my belly and follow my rib cage to my back. Such delicate touches cause such dramatic impulses. I shiver. While kissing my belly, your fingers undo my pants. You slowly pull them off my hips. You are now on your knees in front of me. As the pants come down to my knees, you start to pull down my underwear. No sooner is the underwear below my lady bits that your mouth takes its place. Oh shit! It is like you just took a gentle bite of my nether regions. You just inhale the skin. Your hands make their way to assist you. They rub the inside of my thighs before coming in to separate the outer lips of my labia. You take in my clitoris and you suck on the surrounding skin. Your tongue does its thing, rubbing my clit but also entering the vaginal. Oh my God. I lean forward, cradling your head with my arms and belly. This is too much. I don’t know if I can breathe.

You remove your face from my “she-zone” and you finish removing my pants and underwear. You push me back against the foot of the bed and you assist me in lying down on my back. While I am lying, you remove my stockings. You caress my feet and give attention to each individual toe. You even suck on a few of them. I am still trying to catch my breath. I hear you get off the bed and hear you walking toward the desk. I hear you open the black box again.

You grab my left hand and put on a fabric bracelet of sorts. Oh, restraints. We have done that before. Ok, I am up for that. You tie down on all four of my extremities, nice and tight. I really don’t mind this. It is even kind of comfortable. I hear you take something out of your pocket. Your phone maybe! Oh my God, are you texting? This is not the time or place for texting. Then I hear a knock at the door. Oh crap! I am not in a position to receive any company right now. You come up beside me and tell me that I need to trust you. I take a deep breath. What the hell did I get myself Bostancı Yeni Escort into?

I hear the door open and someone walk in. I hear footstep. They are not heavy steps. Then I hear some kissing. Wait now, what is going on? I hear zippers and clothing dropping to the floor. I hear more kissing and a little heavy breathing. Ok, excuse me, but should I give you two a few minutes? I clear my throat, trying to politely interrupt. You walk over to me and tell me everything is alright. You call me sweetie. I am starting to wonder how I can take these restraints off. Next thing I know, I feel something cool on my nipples…possibly whipped cream. Then I feel lips on my right nipple. They are smaller than yours and more delicate in their sucking. There are also small hands massaging my belly and breasts.

Meanwhile, your hands have made their way to my lady bits again. You put what I am guessing is your thumb on my clit and what feels like two fingers in my vagina. You are pushing in and out with the fingers while squeezing with your thumb. All three digits go in and out in unison and the squeeze together as they come close to the exit. If I wasn’t so nervous, I might enjoy this. I hold my breath a little while processing what is happening right now. It feels good, but what is it. Who is it? I now wish I could see.

I feel a presence in front of my face; skin suddenly rubs on my cheek. I frown. Just as I am about to say something, I feel something in my mouth. Ok, this is definitely a breast and the nipple is now in my mouth. By the amount of skin there, this is definitely a woman. I push my head as far as I can into the mattress. The breast is retracted. I hear you laugh and you tell me to relax. You leave my lady bits and come to my head. You stroke my hair and tell me to just let go of my fears. You bring your head next to mine. You whisper in my ear to please do this for you. You promise I will like it. You run a finger from my forehead, down to my nose and then to my lips. You circle my lips and then gently put your finger in my mouth. My lips close around your finger and I suck on it slowly. You push it in and out of my mouth slowly.

I notice a shift on the bed next to me. She is coming back. Your finger comes out of my mouth but your hand is still touching my face. Your hand seems to grab her breast and you position her nipple at my lips. Come on baby, you tell me. Reluctantly, I close my lips around her nipple. I am not quite sure what to do. I think of how you treat my nipples. I attempt to apply a bit of suction. Suddenly, I feel that this must be how babies nursing feel. I start to suck as if I was trying to get milk out of her. I attempt the tongue action you do, but I don’t think I am doing it quite right, so I concentrate on the sucking. You are still there, telling me I am doing well. Your hands leave my face and start rubbing my chest. You pinch my nipples and stretch the skin up. The breast leaves my mouth only to be replaced by another. Ok, I must be doing something right.

Just as I think I am getting the hang of it, the breast is removed. You have both stopped, but I don’t hear you speak. You must be using sign language or something. I take several deep breathes and let my body tremble for a moment. Next thing I know, you are beside my outstretched right hand and you put your penis in my grip. Ok, this I know how to do. It is restrictive with the restraints, but what I can’t do with my limited range of motion; you improvise by thrusting in and out of my grip.

But where is she? I feel her touch on one knee and then the other. What is she doing down there? She glides her finger nails up my inner thighs until she gets to my vulva. Oh shit! She spreads the outer lips and seems to be exploring down there. Suddenly, she puts one of her fingers on my clitoris and she starts to rub. It surprises me and I take a firmer grasp of your penis. You slow your motion slightly, but as I relax a bit, you increase your pace. Good Lord, she is rubbing with one finger and licking my vagina at the same time. This is not good. I mean, it is good. It is very good. But still, it is not good. I am squirming.

You get out of my grip and climb onto the bed, at my head. You penis is quickly put into my mouth. I grab a hold of it with my lips and I am holding on for dear life. You begin Bostancı Masaj Salonu to thrust in my mouth. You glide very well despite the grip I have on you. My insides are churning. Holy shit, she is really going to town down there. This isn’t her first time. My legs try to come together as I squirm and I squeeze her head a little bit. But it doesn’t slow her down.

Meanwhile, I am tasting you. You taste so good. And you are so hard. You have one hand on my head to hold it still and the other is caressing my breasts. I make a few noises that I am not proud of. I think I am going to explode. Then you slow down you motion and she also is slowing down. Thanks God. I need to breathe. Your penis slides out of my mouth, bouncing on my nose on the way out. Her hands leave my private area.

Neither of you is touching me right now. I am happy, but not completely. I got real close to climaxing, so close. But I sense that we are not done yet. I feel a shift on my mattress again. Are you coming back? There is a weight shift on both sides of my head and I am starting to feel like I am in a confined space. It smells funny. At the same time, I feel someone between my legs. There is a quick stroke of the inner thighs and even a small slap. I then hear the all too familiar sound of you jerking your penis. Ok, so if you are there, than that means…

Just as you enter my vagina, my confined space gets tighter and I feel wet skin on my lips. She is attempting to position herself so I can give her oral sex. You are hitting me hard down there. I let my reflexes take over and I bring my tongue up to meet the wet skin. I feel my way around with my tongue until I find her clit. She lowers her pelvis a bit so I can get better contact. With every thrust you do in me, I apply more suction on her. This is a very awkward position, and I really hope she doesn’t fall on my face. I need to let go of my grasp every once in a while to take in a deep breath, but then I go back to work. You are holding pressure on my pelvis and pounding me with such strength. My chin is now wet with her juice. I am not sure if I like the taste or not. It is just different. Every once in a while, I get a real squirt out of her where a gush of fluid comes out. I hear her moan. Your breathing is heavy. You are working hard.

The music outside the room has stopped. I may not know the language, but I know what is happening. They are doing the countdown for the New Year. You quicken your pace. She is tiling her pelvis a great deal at this point. I lose my grip, but I can still stick out my tongue and I manage to find her vagina. I wiggle my tongue and she does a slight up and down motion. Again, do not fall on my face lady!

As the countdown gets close to the New Year, she quickly springs up like she is contracting her butt muscles and I feel a lot of fluid drain into my mouth. You hold your breath and give one last thrust. My body responds by convulsing around your penis. I pull hard against the restraints. I hear you forcefully exhale and I feel your penis pulsating inside me. I feel your semen gushing out of me. My vagina is still contracting. I find it hard to inhale because of the juice that has just entered my mouth. I turn my head sideway to try and spite some of it out. I then take a huge breath in. My chest is heaving. I hear the noisemakers outside the room. We have reached the New Year.

Your friend has gotten off the bed. You have taken the little guy out of me and you come to lie beside me. We are both winded. You caress my face and even come in for a kiss; despite how wet my face is right now. I hear the bedroom door open and close. Has our guest run off? You sit up and undo my restraints. Gently, you remove my blindfold, and you cradle my face with your hands. You kiss my nose and then my lips again. You take a blanket that was beside the bed and you cover us both up. You turn me so I have my back to you and you spoon me, with one arm under my neck reaching across to the opposite shoulder. You have me nestled in nice and snug.

You ask if I am ok. I say yes. I ask who she was, and you say it doesn’t matter. I turn my head toward you with obvious inquisition. You tell me these people at this party are like you. They enjoy sex a great deal. I don’t need to know who she was and I may never have contact with her again. It is like that here. You then proceed to tell me how many men had asked you tonight if they could “borrow” me, but you were not willing to share. I am surprised, and yet flattered. It is nice that others wanted me, but also better than you wouldn’t share. I lean into your chest. This is a nice place to be.

Happy New Year!

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