I did it. I wore the open-top dress to the party in Laurel
Canyon. I fit right in with the slightly kinky crowd dressed in latex, leather, and
lace in goth to raver styles.
My arousal was evident as my girls were hard, cherry tipped
all evening, exposed between the deep black of their shelf and my newly straightened
ginger hair.
As it became late, I was ready to be taken, ravished by my
date outside on a small terrace overlooking the canyon. Being held, kissed, touched,
I heard, a whisper in my ear, “Darlin’, I want to watch you with someone else –
would you, please?”
I froze for a second, not sure of what I heard. “A threesome?”
I said, finding my date’s eyes.
“No love, just watch, I know someone, here, now – would you?”
Fantasies of years, stories my friends had told me of such adventures,
flooded into my mind. I couldn’t breathe, my heart was in my throat. I heard
myself say, “Yes.”
My date turned and I saw, standing on the terrace with us, a
young man with short blonde hair and the frame of an athlete. His black jeans and
shirt fit the party, but he seemed awfully young.
What happened next was a thrilling, terrifying, magical, and
shattering half-hour of my wildest fantasies. And it was, oddly, funny too. In
the heat of it, the moment before he penetrated me, he popped a flavored condom
into my mouth.
Finally, he held me, tight, and simply said, “I love you.”
Then he said something softly to my date, before leaving the terrace, disappearing
into the night.
Bright-eyed, flushed, and with an explosive grin, my date
gushed, “Oh My God, Sparks!”
We ran into each other’s arms. And the rest of the night was
just as incredible.
This is really hawt, Sparks! Thanks for sharing :)
ReplyDeletekisses Sparks flushed cheek
ReplyDeleteyou are always so brave sis