Summer Party

They met through a seemingly innocent vendor relationship. A few conversations materialized a variety of mutual friends. Despite the business opportunity dissolving, their contact never quite diminished.

They had been flirting at their own pace for months now. It wouldn’t be uncommon to see them smiling to themselves late in the evening after seeing a text come through. He didn’t lack charm, nor did she forget how to subtlety tease a man. He loved watching her bait him over the line week after week. Provocative but explainable snaps were exchanged frequently, one for one, as each played their cards close. Neither were guilty, but they certainly didn’t want to be innocent with one another.

The first week in June was the hottest of the year, the beginning of summer had arrived. It had been a little over a day since they last chatted when her text came through…

“I’m going to be at Murphy’s BBQ on Saturday. Should be a bunch of industry people and VCs, are you going?”

“I’ll have a casually late entrance, but yes I should be there before it gets too out of hand.”

She left that message on Read for awhile, smiling to herself before responding…

“:)”

He always felt he could feel her smiling through the phone.

As the days led up to the party, their flirtations became amplified. Innocent photos, with illicit intentions flew back and forth. They had crossed the line a few times, but acknowledged to themselves as only bending the rules. They didn’t seem to stop messaging, and when they did… they manufactured a business reason for her to visit his office. She fluffed her ego, and promoted her prowess with subtlety…while he watched, analyzed, and displayed an undisputed interest.

He was traveling the day prior to the party, his absence made her thirst. She knew he was busy, most likely dinner with clients, but she wanted his attention. It was late, she was needy, she was feeling bold…

“Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

She kept checking her phone for “Read”. An hour passed by, perhaps he was in a different time zone. Maybe he was out for late drinks with a sales team. She laid in bed wondering what he would think if he saw that in message in the morning. 11:15 PM her phone vibrated on the nightstand…

“Looking forward to seeing you. Dress accordingly.”

(Fuck) she said to herself. (Dress accordingly for what?)

He had never talked to her like that. She couldn’t respond, she was speechless…but she was thinking about what to wear while she fell asleep.

She slipped on a black summer dress, with a deep V, and long thin straps. She waddled and swayed in the mirror, getting it to hug her body just right. Her husband walked in just as she was adjusting her strapless bra…

“Honey! Wear something else, you’re going to be terribly overdressed. This is a jeans and t-shirt kind of barbecue.”

She brushed it off with a smile, “It’s too hot to wear jeans! Plus, a lot of people from work will be there”

“I’m just saying, you’re going to be overdressed” He muttered on his way out the door.

She could care less about his opinion at his moment. She dug through her panty drawer and found just what she needed. They were gorgeous, black lace, with a strappy back that left her rear nearly completely exposed. She remembered when she bought them years ago; practically spent a fortune on them at the time. Needless to say, the night she worn them for her husband, he didn’t make them memorable. She wanted to feel the way she felt when she bought them, something to be desired, presented, and enjoyed.

The party had started by the time his plane landed. The uncertainty of his arrival made her anxious. She sipped her first cocktail faster than she knew, as she chatted up as many people as she could. Meanwhile, he was rushing into the shower, moving quickly but soaping himself down twice. He was in disarray on what to wear for a few minutes, before deciding on his most confident option… his favorite leather soled cowboy boots, worn but fitted jeans, and a crisp white oxford with the sleeves rolled up before the elbows. Unlike him, he sprayed a touch of cologne on before putting on one of his oldest and most beautiful watches and heading out the door.

The backyard party was well underway by the time he arrived. The house itself was quite spectacular, open floor plan, spectacular ceiling beams, beautiful hardwood flooring, and practically a fortune in plantation shutters with great views. He had been here before, the owner was CFO, and partner of one of the most structurally sound firms in the area. The backyard didn’t disappoint, there were at least fifty people on the deck. Two massive trees, twice as old as the house itself, shaded the backyard. Craft beers on tap and dirty mojitos were keeping everyone well lubricated. He grabbed a tall pint and spotted her in the corn-hole tournament. He grabbed a partner and called next game on her board.

“God damn” she thought when she saw him. He looked so tall in boots, and so fucking handsome running his hands through his air. She was flush from her first drink going down quickly, and tossing bean bags in the summer sun. She couldn’t keep her smile away from him, she only stopped to smirk when she watched him look her up and down. Her team lost, so she grabbed another drink and sidl next to him as an encouraging spectator for his round. He was intentionally more flirtatious, but professionally so, as if it was their first time. They were almost playing a role play of their first interaction, in front of a crowd. It had a secret voyeur like appeal for them both. She touched his arm when asking if she could get him another beer, he said yes, then grabbed her arm before she turned away.

“Upstairs bathroom, left hallway.” Licked his lips smoothly, and didn’t break a smile. Here eyes widened, and then he let her go.

She practically scampered to the beer tap.

After months of tension between them, her mind was racing in a way that she didn’t care what was going to happen, just beating with excitement that something was going to happen. She pushed her way through the crowds, giving short greetings to acquaintances, and carried two fresh drinks up to the bathroom.

He threw the final beanbag short, shook hands and took his time making it upstairs. He sought out a few key people to greet, ask the typical questions, and then moseyed inside. Carefully, he made each step count up the stairs. She could hear the creaks from the bathroom down the hall, where she waited silently. Each step he made closer to her felt like forever. He opened the door, closed it and locked it behind him. She stood there, nervous but excited to see his handsome self in front of her; alone. He just stared for a second, admiring how well she was put together. She had spent a lot of time to look good for him, and he wanted to recognize her for it.

“Come here” he stated, just above the sound of a whisper; even though she was merely two steps away from him.

She stepped forward one and a half steps. He ran his hand down her neckline, down her cleavage, and then back up to her chin. She looked straight ahead, trying to breath normal. Ever so slowly, he leaned in…his breath grazing her ear, his lips brushing past, placing the softest kiss on a spot in between her neck and should. He felt her body move, and grabbed her hip and pulled her close.

Their hunger consumed one another. Frustrated, primal, but beautifully poetic kisses. Lips on top of lips on top of lips. Then spun around and he shoved her against the door. His hands groped her body with pure need, they wanted to know every inch of her. She grabbed his head and pulled him closer, burying his face in her neck. His hand slid down her legs and up her dress, he slapped her thighs apart.

“Pull up your dress, let me see what you wore for me”

With her legs spread, she pulled up her dress with both hands, exposing her elegant panties. He. looked down, bit his lip, and admired them.

(Fuck, she looked hot as hell)

His hand gently rubbed over her panties, while he stared mercilessly at her…watching her chest beat, her legs sway, her hips pulse outward. She whimpered, and his sexual temper elevated right then and there.

He held her by her neck, not quite choking her, but pinning her to the door. His grip right below her chin, preventing her head from moving downward. Her eyes darted downwards as she heard his buckled unclasp…then unzip. He was so fucking hard, pulsing. He stroked himself a few times, then rubbed his warm fingers across her lips. Desperate for him, she made the smallest sniff, an attempt to smell his cock off his fingers. It fueled him, and his hand went down again to tease her stroke by stroke. When the precum started to pour out, he could see her lips tremble. His grip had become tighter than intended. He released, she gasped, and nearly put him through the wall behind him as she jumped on him. She could feel her kisses were so sloppy; she was practically force feeding him her breath…and he swallowed her hunger with easy. His tongue swiveled almost as if it was whispering “come get some more, I’ve got what you need”.

He pulled her panties with the intention of ripping them off her cunt, but instead they made a dramatic tearing sound, and he threw them down to her knees. He turned her around, and faced her to the mirror. Her hands hurried to find support on the counter before he thrust himself into her. She was soaked, as if she had been edging all day, it encouraged him to plow his full depth and coat his sweaty cock. She pushed herself up, and pressed her ass back into him. He watched her face in the mirror wince with pleasure. One hand on her hip, holding her tight, the other around her neck, pulling her upright. They stared at one another in the mirror, as he pounded tightly, making sure her ass cheeks didn’t leave his thighs for very long. He had lost track of time, obsessed with their moment. Her hand reached back, grabbed his ass and pulled him into her… encouraging him to mark her. Both his hands gripped her hips, and he let himself go, ignoring the slapping sounds their bodies were making. He realized in this moment, he hadn’t cum in days, possibly a week. He watched her lips encourage him in the mirror, and he let go…

A deep breath and the first shot went deep inside her. He watched her mouth open wide, feeling his warmth, before he closed his eyes, muffled his groans and splattered the second shot insider her. He bit His thrusts bucked like a horse, and he continued to fill her, almost painfully unloading his seed inside. He opened his eyes…

(Fuck) He thought, panting. (She looked so gorgeous, flush red, that black dress, and filled with him)

He pulled himself out, still throbbing and absolutely drenched; and spun her around. Holding her cheek in one hand, he leaned down and grabbed her shredded panties and pulled them up. His hands moved slowly and deliberately, pulling the end of the black straps over her hip bone. He looked at her, closed his eyes and kissed her…gently feeling his cum being soaked up by the feathered lace wrapping her dripping slit. There’s nothing quite like the kiss of two freshly fucked lovers. His eyes were soft and big, just absorbing every part of her, talking to her, being there with her. She was his, and he was hers, even just for that moment.

They both tidied her up, and she snuck downstairs after one last good bye kiss. He leaned back against the door and absorbed what happened. They enjoyed the rest of the party together with coworkers and other industry, keeping a distance as to not be obvious but found each other drifting closer whenever possible. As it got dark they sat in their separate ubers. She leaked of him down the seats. He readjusting himself constantly from the wet mess in his jeans, frequently re-arousing himself with the memory of her.

A few days later, a package arrived at her door. White textured box, with a big black bow. She hid it until she could open it privately. Inside, she found the most beautiful pair of black panties.