The Party Gift - Ch. 6 - Sex Stories

The Party Gift - Ch. 6

... delicious Irish coffee while she also sipped on a snifter of Bailey's Irish Cream. Deanna was feeling very, very good and looked so incredibly happy! It made my heart sing. She deserved it. It was around ten when Deanna kissed me softly on the lips and excused herself to go to the ladies room. No sooner had she departed, I quickly glanced around the barroom; it was for the most part deserted and it appeared that Deanna and I were the only two women in the place with the exception of the two waitresses. I swallowed the last of my drink, left a C-note on the table and then slithered out of the booth and toward the ladies room. Now it was time to give Deanna her Christmas present. Using as much stealth as I could, I carefully pushed open the ladies room door just a hair so I could peer inside. Deanna was standing in front of the mirror, fluffing up her hair with her fingers and instantly my heart sank. I was too late. But surely not. My God, she’s only been gone from the table for ten seconds at the most. Then much to my delight, she turned and headed for a stall. I slipped quietly into the small, dimly lit ladies room and tiptoed up behind Deanna as silently as a mouse. I seized her arms and before she could fully process what was happening, I spun her around and we were face to face. “Amanda,” Deanna gasped breathlessly. “What are you doing?” “About to give you your Christmas present my love,” I replied. Instantly, I covered Deanna's mouth with my own and slid my arms ...

... around her, pulling that lean and luscious body against me. My hand snapped up to the back of her head; my fingers digging into her silky soft hair. Probing my tongue against her lips, they soon faltered and she surrendered her body and mouth to me completely. As our tongues battled for dominance deep inside the other's mouth, I gently wrestled Deanna into the nearest stall. Never letting our mouths separate, I closed and locked the stall door and the two of us dropped down on the commode, vehemently pawing at each other's clothing with our wanton and aggressive hands. I straddled Deanna's lap, my tongue exploring the deepest recesses of her warm and silky mouth. Both our chests where heaving; our hearts pounding relentlessly. Deanna's hands slipped up my skirt as I slipped my mouth off hers and lowered it to her neck, suckling and nibbling on her delectably soft, deliciously flavored flesh. Deanna's eyes closed, her head rolled gently back to allow me more access as low, sensual moans of pure ecstasy escaped her lips. Our mouths seared together again as I cradled Deanna’s head in my hands. This kiss was slower now; so much deeper and intimate. Our kiss then broke and I slid my middle finger into Deanna's mouth. Reveling in the intense erotica of Deanna slurping and sucking on my finger with her warm lips and hot tongue, I then planted my feet on the floor. Lifting myself up but still straddling Deanna, I grabbed the hem of her dress and started yanking it upward. Deanna lifted ...