The three of them stood in a tight circle for a few moments feeling their way into things. There were lots of nude people walking around and sounds of moaning from a dark corner at the far end of the pool, perhaps closer… Mike was visibly getting excited. Janey felt a pounding in her blood, too.
A tall nude redhead with striking dark nippled boobs and a widespread growth of curly pubic hair passed by them wearing heels and recognised Mike. 'Hello, darling,' she said delightedly, putting her hand on his ass instead of his arm for back, and he smiled at her, too, as they exchanged pleasantries.
Janey and Maureen looked at each other quizzically. The burst of surprise, and perhaps jealousy, passed quickly, though. Everything seemed too free to get hung-up on, at least for now.
The other woman kissed Mike goodbye and walked into the house. All three of them watched her move away — she had a great ass and fine legs.
They grinned together with flushed faces. 'This is a bit beyond,' muttered Janey.
'Beyond what?' asked Maureen.
'Beyond my expectations.'
'Make you glad or what?' asked Mike.
'Well, I'm not sure!' she laughed in reply. 'But I think it's good. Take me a little while to get that loose, however,' she concluded, jerking her head in the direction of the friend of Mike's had taken.
'Oh, she's nice,' said Mike, going on then to explain.
They made their way slowly to the kitchen, having to squeeze past knots of people in the corridors, often congested in tete-a-tetes of people fully dressed talking to people fully undressed. It struck Janey as ludicrous at times — mainly when it was a nude man talking to a dressed woman — but she liked to look at the men, gauge what they might be like, physically.
She and Maureen and Mike had cocktails mixed for them by the bartenders. They stood around sipping and talking and gradually got into conversation with other people, especially as the crowd grew larger and larger until, as the clock down the hall chimed nine, the whole floor seemed to be buzzing with excited social drinkers looking for a partner.
Mike was talking to a tall busty blonde in a white dress that was cut low and exposed most of her uplifted breasts. There was so much noise, Janey never did catch a single word they said to each other, but she saw when Mike put his hand on her cleavage, left it there and even stroked her tits openly for a good long minute. Maureen was also talking to the tall blonde. The three of them became a very tight animated group Janey noticed how Maureen and the other woman shook hands and looked at each other when Mike introduced them. They were all red-faced from drinking, the heat, the crowd, and the obviously sexual excitement they inspired in each other. It appeared that the three of them were about to retire somewhere else. Janey made a 'see you later' signal at Maureen and, watched them move away, the tall blonde's ass rolling alluringly inside her dress. Mike's hand patting and stroking it just before they got sucked into the crowd in the hallway.
Soon Janey put down her empty glass and went toward the stairs. She walked up slowly, intent on where she was going, though was nowhere special, and aware but uninterested by the men who stared up her dress as she went upstairs.
Here there was almost as much conversation in the halls, though she was drawn mainly to the music coming loudly from a big room nearby. She walked in and gazed up at the vaulted ceiling, then down the finely decorated walls to the professional pop group at the far end of the room that was providing the dancers with music.
The people dancing were really into it, twisting, grinding, moving and stepping generally with grace and involvement. Janey enjoyed just standing there and watching them for a while.
A guy came up to her and asked her to dance. She smiled and agreed immediately.
They got into a loud, vibrating, shaking piece, and while stepping carefully in those shoes, Janey began to feel the music get into her as she moved, and before long she was really moving with it. The guy was a good dancer and led the way, always keeping up with her when she suddenly up-tempoed. She was enjoying herself, moving with abandon and sensuousness. He liked the way her body twisted and flowed; he watched her tits shake and vibrate against her top, too, and she smiled back at him when he saw him staring longer and longer at her. Soon it was obvious that he had hard-on; it was causing a swelling in his tight trousers. He was a slim well-built man. As he danced, he often swung close to her, brushing her body as he went past in an arc. They had plenty of room to move like this, and when he brushed against her, it was generally with his stiff penis touching her leg or her ass. Or even her hand as she moved her arms to the tune. Normally this kind of forward behaviour would have been so overt as to strike her as perverted, but this was obviously a crazy party and she was in its mood already. Nothing could surprise her now, she thought. Not even the guy propositioning her at the end of the dance, whispering hotly into her ear as she listened wide-eyed, let him squeeze her hand, and felt his erection throbbing against her body. She said nothing, and as the group moved into a slow dance, he took her and began dancing closely. She moved in time with him, letting her body move against his firmly. His hands were not exactly running all over her, but they moved sensuously and firmly, caressingly, where they did touch, which was her sides, her back, and her hips. His cheek was hot and flushed against hers, which grew equally warm. His cock was standing up high and hard in his pants and twitched occasionally against her. At times he embraced her hard and just rubbed himself against her. She let him do all this without protest, in fact she began encouraging him, and soon she was as eager as he was.
When the music stopped, they unclinched slowly and held hands for a while. His cock was still bulging and throbbing in his trousers. But this hardly deterred them from walking past dozens of people to get out of the room, down the hall, and into a bedroom upstairs.
He closed the door behind him and threw the slide bolt that gave them private. Janey was enthusiastic about, but she didn't exactly feel like fucking right now and told him so. He said he didn't mind; 'Just do me.' She agreed, glad that he didn't insist.
He sat down on the bed next to her and they began making out. He caressed her stiff-nippled tits and stroked sensuously down her side and over her belly and thighs. His hot hand moved sensuously on her bare legs and pushed between them with his fingers stretched out long and probing. Soon his fingertips met her panties and stroked her pussy through them, feeling how mildly damp and warm the fabric felt.
Janey meanwhile was playing with his swollen trousers, rubbing his erect cock through the cloth, and soon going after the trouser button and the top of his zipper. Swiftly she pulled the fly down and released his straining shorts to the air. Her hand quickly covered his cloth-covered organ and tremblingly began to stroke it up and down with hot fingers, sometimes stopping to squeeze it firmly or hold it while her thumb rubbed hard back and forth the sensitive head to the even more sensitive patch underneath it.
He was breathing hotly and heavily, kissing her ear with his tongue like he wanted to absorb it.
'Stand up,' said Janey.
He did so immediately, and he quickly pulled trousers and shorts down to his knees. The man's penis was average, somewhat slender, and very handsome-looking. She stroked it carefully with her whole hand. He found her touch was very exciting. At first he was disappointed that he didn't want to kiss it, but after a few minutes of being stroked expertly by her, he pulled out his fresh handkerchief without a word and handed it to her.
'Lie down on the bed!' said Janey excitedly. He did as he was bid. Gazing at her while on his back, his trousers and pants down past his knees, his cock arching toward her at a forty-five degree angle.
She bent over him and gripped his throbbing organ at the base. With the other hand, she held the handkerchief ready. Slowly she moved her hand up his penis, all the way off the top, which gave him a nice thrill and the his cock twitch visibly as her grip slid off the sensitive swollen head. Then she brought her hollow hand back down onto the head, slid over it again going down, and stroked the way to the bottom of the shaft. She licked her lips. Her other hand still holding the handkerchief, went to his tight excited scrotum and caressed the balls gently with flesh and cloth while her other hand stroked his excited shaft. Soon he was groaning with desire to be off and starting to push his pelvis at her hand. She picked up her rhythm, jacking him faster and faster with a gentle grip that slid from top to bottom of his member over and over again. Her other hand and the handkerchief caressed his halls with a fast light circular motion. When the first drops appeared at the mouth of his penis, she swiftly brought the handkerchief up, pressed it gently against the top of the organ, and masturbated him with the same quick light rhythm, touching as much of his penis as she could with the hand that was jacking him off.
He groaned and sighed loudly as the orgasm seized his penis. She could feel great surges of come pumping through his tube, making his penis vibrate with all kinds of exciting explosions. The ultimate stiffness and jerking
