dinner party number one - Sex Stories

dinner party number one

... her man last time because she had been the star attraction. Meanwhile the woman in black was applying the last touches of smokey, far too heavy slut style make up. She slipped into rather too high black patent pumps that she had picked up cheap at one of those cut price department stores. She checked herself in the mirror, wow. Many men would pay fortunes to have a night with a woman that was a sexy as her.... when she moved the slit in her dress revealed all the leg you could ever hope to see. In the taxi to the dinner her husband could barely keep his hands off her. The taxi with the lady in red was a rather different mood. Her man felt his wife had perhaps gone much too far with such a revealing dress. She thought not and wondered how after the events of last he could think that. And they travelled in silence. But somewhere between her legs she felt a familiar warm dampness. Oh my, she was already simmering. The hosts had arranged for the dinner to start at 8pm prompt, drinks 7.15pm; they had arranged for a cook a waiter and waitress. When coffee was served they staff would be dismissed and the party left to its own device. That meant everyone was meant to behave until dinner was finished. The hostess was in actual fact the senior partner, she was single and her partner for the evening was a long term friend. He was charming and played the role of being by her side beautifully. He looked every inch a millionaire playboy with suave good looks and easy familiar manner. ...

... He could charm any woman and frequently did! The hostess was a little more reserved in her outfit, but nonetheless extremely sexy. Her dress was long and ivory. It was a halter neck affair but not that revealing, but underneath she had no lingerie on at all, no bra, no panties, and no stockings. Her shoes were pumps and high. She was exquisite and even though her dress was less obvious, she was sex on legs and when her partner saw her he just suggested they call off the evening and that she should let him ravish her on the spot. That never happened. The dining room was a picture of classic elegance. Low lights, candles, flowers, beautiful cut glass and napkins.... just as you would picture it. Dinner was relatively civilised although the men were obviously distracted by the see through red dress. The hostess managed to get a moment with the red lady and made a suggestion that was complied with. After the main course the rd lady excused herself and on return caused quite a stir. She had been asked to, and had removed her red bra; her breasts were effectively on full display. Her husband was about to throw a fit at her forwardness and brazen way. But the hostess cut him off before he even started. ‘I am delighted to see that you have agreed to my request to release the delights you were hiding from us. I am sure the gentlemen and my female colleague will all agree that you look so much more appetising....’ The other gentlemen and lady all nodded and grunted approval and made ...