A Late Summer Dinner Party
It was getting to that point of the dinner party where cross-table talk had been neglected, and people were leaning into their neighbours to exchange red-wine fuelled philosophical musings and recycled anecdotes.
Twisting the stem of her wine glass between her fingers, red-painted nails glistening, Samantha surveyed the room, a smile on her lip. There were eleven guests there that evening, and as an old school friend of the host, she didn’t know a single one. Despite that, she’d enjoyed the evening. The food had been excellent, the conversations interesting, and the wine had flowed freely.
Sat opposite her, was a man she’d learned to be called Tom. He was a broad chap, with a chiselled chin, covered by a 5 o’clock shadow. Handsome in a rugged sort of way. As she looked around at the other guests, she caught his eye. Smiling back at her, he made a gesture to suggest they escape for a cigarette.
“I don’t smoke”, she mouthed.
“Me neither”, he mouthed back, tilting his head to the side, coyly, and began to stand up, hinting at her to follow.
Intrigued, she stood up to follow him. As she left, the host had turned the music up, and the other guests were stumbling to their feet, eager to dance. Samantha was sure they wouldn’t notice their absence.
Tom led them out onto the roof terrace. Although it was late in the evening in mid-September, the air was still warm. Samantha turned to Tom to ask him why he’d led her out here. Before she could say a word, he leant in and kissed her slowly on the mouth.
“I haven’t been able to stop watching you all evening”, he whispered into her ear, his breath hot on her cheek.
Samantha quivered. She’d noticed him as soon as she’d walked in, and had felt his gaze on her several times throughout the evening.
He placed his hand on the small of her back and pulled her closer towards him, before leaning in for another kiss. This time it was faster, his tongue exploring her lips, edging its way into her mouth. Samantha still hadn’t said a word. She didn’t need to. Instead, she entwined her fingers in his hair, and pressed her pelvis towards him, feeling as his dick began to grow. As the kiss became more frantic, Tom moved his hand from the small of her back, and slowly slid it up her thigh, to stroke her pussy through her knickers. He moaned gently as he felt how wet she was, how ready for him.
“I can’t”, she said reluctantly.
“But you want to?” he replied, as more of a statement than a question.
“I think that’s obvious”, she smiled, between kisses.
Slowly, she led him over to a chair, hidden from the door to the rood, and sat him down, before climbing on top, to straddle him. Still both fully clothed, she kissed him more, while slowly rubbing herself against him. His hard dick rubbed against her clitoris, making it more and more difficult for her to resist. Placing his hand on her waist, he held her above him, using his other hand to undo his trousers to free himself. Looking her in the eyes, he moved her pants to the side, and giving in, she lowered herself onto him.
“Fuck”, he groaned, “you feel amazing”.
As pushed herself against him, she gasped, as she felt him deep inside her. He held her ass and guided the motion, as she began to reach climax.
“You can’t cum in me”, she managed to say, before her orgasm made her speechless. After a minute of recovering with him still inside her, she stood up and kneeled in front of him. Softly caressing his balls, she took him in her mouth, her tongue playing with the tip of his cock.
“Oh fuck”, he moaned, his hands in her hair, pushing gently on her head, “I’m close”.
As his breath quickened and he became closer and closer, the door of the roof terrace opened and they could hear the sound of voices and laughter flowing up from the guests below. Surprised, Samantha pulled away. Just as she did so, Tom came, his load exploding all over her face. They heard one of the other guests' voices, “they’re not here!”, before the door closed and the noise dimmed again. Samantha, her face dripping with cum, turned back around to look at a very shocked Tom, before breaking down into a fit of giggles.
“You’ve ruined my make-up”, she smiled, “but it was more than worth it”.
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