A New Year's Eve Party - Sex Stories

A New Year's Eve Party

I met her at a New Year’s Eve party. I can remember it clearly, even after more than fifty years. I had been invited to the party by two girls from work. They were punch-card operators and I’d been trying to get into their pants for ages but without success. Anyway, they shared an apartment and had decided to throw a New Year’s Eve party, inviting a number of people from work as well as other friends. The party was on a Tuesday night.

I arrived quite late to find the party in full swing. There was lots of drinking and some dancing. Several couples were getting quite amorous. After a while, I decided to have a break and wandered into the kitchen where a number of people were gathered. We were all standing around chatting and drinking when in walked this girl, an unlit cigarette between her fingers.

“Would one of you dragons please breathe on my cigarette,” she said.

I looked at her. She was about 5’ 6” with longish brown hair and was wearing glasses. She had a nice-sized bust and an attractive body, and she oozed sex. It just poured out of her, that ‘come and fuck me, you’ll have the time of your life’ look. My cock stirred just looking at her.

I fumbled in my pocket and found a lighter, holding it to her cigarette while I steadied her hand.

“Thanks,” she said, blowing smoke at me, “I don’t know you. What’s your name?”

“Alan,” I replied, “and yours?”

“It’s Ilse.”

“Is that German?”

“Yes.”

She didn’t sound German to me, more South African. Anyway, ...

... it was the start of a conversation when suddenly we heard the countdown for the new year on the radio, culminating in the clock strike. We all joined arms and sang Auld Lang Syne, then she and I turned to each other and kissed as one does on New Year’s Eve.

But it didn’t stop there. We drew back and looked at each other then kissed again, this time more erotically, with passion. I enjoyed that, she was a good kisser with soft lips and an exploring tongue, and it wasn’t long before we were in a close embrace, feeling our bodies against each other, our hands roaming and touching.

After a while we stopped for a rest and started to talk to each other, finding out who we were, what we did, where we lived, why we were here. I learned that she was indeed of German background, was a few years older than I was, had been married and recently divorced and was staying with a friend.

She was clearly very bright with a broad range of knowledge and, like me, was a programmer. She was quite a provocative and challenging person which I like, and had an infectious if somewhat dirty laugh. She was also damn sexy and was giving me a permanent erection. I told her about myself, how old I was, what interests I had, that I shared an apartment with a friend, was a programmer, and was unattached.

The more time I spent with her, the more I thought how lucky I was to have met her. She was just the sort of person I like and want to be with. I also found her extremely desirable and very much ...