There's a Party in My Pants and Five are Invited - Sex Stories

There's a Party in My Pants and Five are Invited

... a gathering of people around some food. I stopped and grabbed a plate and headed for a chair that was unoccupied in the corner. I few people I didn’t know joined me and we started a conversation about a video game that had just been released. The talk was light and my sexual need slowly started to ebb. I think it is at moments like that that fate decides to step in and mix things up. As I was bringing a carrot to my lips, variation number five made a comeback in my pants, and I knew who had the remote now. I scanned the room but since the range on the thing is twenty feet or so, he could be anywhere and didn’t need to be in the immediate vicinity of me, but I had a feeling that he would be watching my reaction. I tried to ignore the toy that was increasing at a snail’s pace in intensity, and continued to eat my food. I felt the flush of my skin creep up my neck and settle into my cheeks and I tried to not squirm. I took a sip of my drink and moaned, trying to mask the sexual sound with one of enjoying my beverage. A few of the people around the table gave me a quizzical look, but I ignored them. Every few seconds the he would push the “up” button and the toy would respond and so would my body. I frantically looked around the room again and finally spotted him in the game room, standing in a group around the pool table, pretending to be in a conversation when in actuality he was watching me. I stared daggers at him and when he stopped looking at my body and glanced at my ...

... face, that blush reappeared on his domed head and he turned off the toy and walked out of view. I excused myself from the people at the table and took up the chase. It was 11:13pm. The game room was packed. Darts, pool, video games, air hockey, you name it and they had it. I hadn’t realized how many people were at this party because it seems most of them were in here. I found him at the back of the room watching a game of air hockey and trying to ignore me. I sidled up to him. “Enjoying the game? And I don’t mean the one you are watching right now.” “Yes, immensely. Thank you. And yourself?” “The same. Want to play another game with me?” He raised his eyebrows in question, but said nothing. “Let’s play strip air hockey. Each goal made on the other person equals an article of clothing. If I win, I want information. If you win, you want….” I drop the sentence and gestured to him for an answer. “To tit fuck you.” “Deal. But first, you won’t mind if I search you first for the remote, right? Because if you have it, which I know you did before I came in here, then we need not play this little game of tease.” I reached forward and started slowly patting him down. First his jacket pockets, then his back jean pockets, giving his ass a squeeze, and finally I took my time putting my hands down into his front pockets. “Is that my remote in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” He laughed, it was not meant to be a serious question and we both knew it. We waited together, watching the ...