The Party Gift - Sex Stories

The Party Gift

... her face lit up with that gorgeous smile and she winked at me then motioned me to the seat beside her where my drink was waiting for me. I moved as casually as possible over to the table and slid down into the chair next to Deanna and hung my purse over the back of it. I smiled at Deanna. She smiled at me and I took a sip of my first fuzzy navel. Delicious! “So Deanna, how old are you again?” Jeff suddenly blurted over the table. “Jeff!” Mom snapped. “What?” He queried after taking a slug of his beer. “It’s okay,” Deanna told Mom. “I just turned forty-three last month.” "And you make a shitload of money flying planes, right?" Jeff asked. "Jesus Christ Jeff!!!" Mom shouted. "Yeah. Solid six figures a year," Deanna replied very casually as she sipped her drink. “See, now that’s just what he needs; a good, strong and mature woman that makes a lot of money. They’d make a good match, don’t you think?” Jeff said to Mom. “A good match?” Mom clarified, suddenly trying to keep from laughing. “Deanna and Rick? Rick, my son?” Mom and Deanna exchanged a look across the table and now both of them were desperately fighting back laughter. Jeff took a tug off his beer as I took another sip of my fuzzy navel. “He doesn’t know, does he?” Deanna finally asked Mom, still fighting back laughter. “No,” Mom said, shaking her head and losing out to her laughter. “So, do you want to tell him or should I?” Deanna asked. “Oh please....Let me,” Mom managed to say through hysterical laughter. “What’s so ...

... goddamn funny?” Jeff demanded. “Come on babe, why don’t we go grab a bite of birthday cake and I'll explain.” Mom replied as she helped slash forced Jeff to his feet and pushed him away from the table. “But,” Jeff began. "It's all right," Mom told him. And with that, Deanna and I were left alone at the table. Deanna lifted her drink glass to her lips and then gave a contented sigh. “Many a man has tried his best to capture this cougar. But never a one has succeeded; and thankfully so, for there is not a male alive who could handle her and survive. So I’ve never even let them try.” Deanna recited, almost in verse. Her gaze turned to me and I could again feel those big beautiful doe eyes looking right into the deepest and most sacredly private parts of me. Only this time, I had no urge to want to cover myself. Deanna smiled. I smiled. Then we both burst into hysterical laughter. And through that laughter, all of my uneasiness vanished; and our bond truly began to form. For nearly the next two hours, Deanna and I sat side by side and we talked. We were virtually unmolested by anyone with the exception of the waitress, asking if we'd like another round, which we did. I was astonished at how smoothly and beautifully the conversation flowed. You would think that as uptight as I had been earlier and the fact that Deanna was twenty years my senior that I’d be desperately searching for something to say. But she made me feel so perfectly at ease. Her voice was so soothing, so assured. ...