The halloween party was a success. At least I think it was! Granted, I am a little fuzzy on remembering every detail, but I do remember quite a few ass-grabs and hands touching and wandering around my costume. There was flirting, and teasing, and kissing, and touching, and even some sucking... All good things for the night! Some of the things I had hoped would happen, didn't get the chance, but there were a few moments that I thoroughly enjoyed.
The special fun girl did come to the party, but her hubby was there, and made her leave early. Booooo! But in the couple hours she was there, we managed to flirt and tease the boys, touch tongues and feel boobs for a few pics, and she even gave me quite the good night kiss at the door as she was being escorted out! (poor bf totally missed the major tongue kissing that she gave me!) So no success on making out on his lap like I had hoped for, which was disappointing, but he did unzip his costume in the garage and stood in front of me knowing full well I couldn't resist the candy being offered!
Unfortunately, we were cut off by a young guest entering, who shouldn't have been there at all! Neighbor-couple's daughter was there... what the hell are you doing letting your teenage daughter come to an adult only party??? with alot of drunk adults, mind you? That was not cool. She shouldn't have been there, and bf's co-workers should have. Once again, they didn't show. Well, only a few did. But they didn't stay long. Doesn't everyone know that all the action at a party happens after 10pm?? You can't show up at 7:30pm, and then take off by 9:30pm thinking its a dull party. It was dull for a while, I admit. But the second wave of party-goers didn't show up until 10:30, and thats when it took on a different feel. At least it did for me. I was drinking, and dancing, and flashing, and having a ball. There were a couple younger guys there that doted on me and danced with me (I let their hands wander to some degree), and bf seemed to be having a ball watching all of it.
I would've loved to have finished what we started out in the garage, and see where it could have led, but I guess I'll have to wait for another opportunity. If the co-workers had stayed long enough, they may have seen a show. Bf thinks that since we didn't start having sex on the kitchen table within the first hour of the party, they didn't want to wait. Oh well, they just haven't learned proper party sex etiquette yet. "never have party sex until the 3rd hour or later"... come on, everyone knows that!
By the time the last guests left (somewhere around 4:30am, i think)... bf was pretty worked up. I remember only getting to grab one empty beer bottle and dancing my way to the trash bag to start cleaning up, before I was forcefully pulled into the bedroom, to see the awaiting bed, with restraints laid out ever so neatly for me. I was too tipsy to fight him, but I remember giving it my best shot. I think more moaning and whinning happened, then fighting back. He was hungrier than I can remember seeing him in a long time. And he was going to have his way with me. Mostly teasing me, as he felt my costume had teased him for the better part of the night. I recall my fishnet stockings being removed, and my 'dress' being unzipped. I remember being licked and toyed with (literally). I know I was begging for his cock in me, and have actually seen the video on his phone (I don't remember him videoing) of my sad, begging tone, just aching for his hard cock in my pussy. And I remember getting fucked hard for a good hour, before he let me fall asleep in his arms.
Damn, I love fucking that man. And that night, and this past week, have made it more apparent to me that we have more than just amazing, mind-blowing, animalistic, fun-filled, adventurous, completely in-sync sex together. I'm still 'processing' what that is, exactly, but I'm sure I'll write about it as I analyze myself. For now, writing about the sex stuff is so much more fun than the emotional/relationship stuff.
I did learn something that night that I hadn't known... girls can kiss just as bad as some guys. i've only kissed 2 girls, and i'm not sure the first one really counted as a real kiss... but this last one used way too much tongue. (especially since it was supposed to be for 'show' for the fellas, and they couldn't see her tongue and how far down my throat it was going) I need to offer a class on kissing and blow jobs. I am more and more convinced of that all the time!
PS... to finish the weekend off, the day after the hangover I swung by the store and grabbed a french maid costume (1/2 off) and showed up at bf's house to help him clean up the mess. I'm really digging the dress up thing. Always have liked it, but its definitely more fun than it used to be. And I love surprising bf with it. I sure hope he likes it as much as I do... it seems like it, but if not, well, at least i enjoy it!
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