Dad And Sophie Part 11 - Sex Stories

Dad And Sophie Part 11

... introduced me around. Paul's son was now expected by me, more so than my real name.

I was aware of how it worked from conversations this morning. The society, in which Dad was an officer, used the downstairs at Georgios from 7-9:30 on Saturday and Wednesday evenings. The idea was you all dressed up, had a few drinks and some canapes and made small talk whilst working out where to go later. About eight to ten parties were planned this evening, from twenty or more couples to five or six.

Anyone not getting an invite would try to hook up to go to a hotel room or somewhere else for sex. If she had been here with my father, Paul would have accepted the invite from the biggest party, another of the society officers. Since he wasn't here, I was not going to get invited by proxy, and that allowed us to go to one of the other parties. One that might be a bit more interesting. The difficulty was getting someone to take a chance on me.

Sophie said she had the trump card, Georgio's stretch limousine, which he had agreed she could borrow for a quick trip, there and back later on. I walked around with my mouth a little agape. All of the guys had tuxedos on, although there were a couple of guys in leather ones, which I gather meant something to do with BDSM. The women wore either long dresses with a slit to the waist or underwear posing as clothing.

When we had got all the way around, we bumped into Audrey, the girl who had felt up my cock on my first visit. She quickly ...

... dragged her husband over to meet us and tell us about the party they were going to. This was precisely what Sophie was looking for, and the two of them wandered off to get me an invite. I felt out of place once Sophie left since all the guys were at least ten years older than me.

However, I had better-shaped shoulders than all except a few with my rowing workouts. A few other younger guys with stunning partners, barely dressed, wandered over to say hello. I suppose I looked out of place, but the magic words of Paul's son seemed to do the trick; one of the women even asked the "like father, like son" question. I was pretty impressed with my father even though he wasn't here.

The girl was in her mid-twenties and wearing a black leather mini skirt barely four inches deep that struggled to hide both pussy and clit. She also wore a sheer top to her neck and wrists. It showed off her perky breasts that had a piece of gold chain attached to both nipples. I so wanted to reach out and grab them but forced my eyes upwards. I knew he had fucked her, the way she stared at my crotch.

As I moved around the room I realised that although everyone was here for sex, there wasn't the same intense focus as you would have in the pub before couples might pair off. The vibe was that you knew you would have sex, but there was an element of lucky dip about it. I could see why Dad was uncomfortable with Sophie dancing with a guy and then having sex as they might get attached. Swapping meant the ...