My girlfriend and I work private parties to pick up extra cash from time to time.

One Saturday night we were doing an adult-couples thing. Our duties were to move around the room in various stages of undress, serve drinks, and attend to whatever else the hostess required. The unspoken deal was that Vera and I were to do everything short of having actual sex with the guests.

It was kind of cool, because our job was, I assumed, to loosen them up so they could have a party of their own after Vera and I left. As the night progressed, we were asked to do things like give lap dances both to the men and the women—a request usually made by the other’s spouse. Everyone was having a great time and laughing themselves silly.

You can always tell who the first-timers are at these things; they’re the couples where the husband is having a great time and the wife is the conservative one. She just stays in the background hoping nothing comes her way to embarrass her.

I spotted one couple like that from the very beginning. She was a tall, attractive blonde wearing a mini and sleeveless blouse. Her legs were bare and tanned to perfection. Her breasts were big for a woman so slight, which only made her that much more attractive.

From time to time I caught her watching me. She seemed curious. I’m short, about five five, with dark hair and a great ass, especially since I put on a few pounds. My breasts are firm, a little smaller than I would like, but my nipples have a life of their own. They grow at the drop of a hat, or, in this case, the drop of a piece of clothing.

The party started at eight, and by ten my blonde seemed to be a little more comfortable with her surroundings. She was openly watching Vera and me give lap dances. By 11, Vera and I were down to just our panties, and even though it was a hands-off thing, we felt a few fingers brush us from time to time, not to mention the touching that was going on between the guests.

I was taking a break in the kitchen, making myself a screwdriver, when my tall blonde came in. She looked startled when she saw me, and started to leave. “Wait. I’ll only be a second,” I said. She stopped and came back into the kitchen. She smiled and said, “I’m sorry, my name’s Diana. Could you please make me one of those?” I took her empty glass from her and made her a fresh drink. On the strong side. When

I handed the glass back to her, we both felt a spark. Our fingers touched. I smiled and said, “My name’s Sheryl. Are you having a good time?”

She took a sip and said, “I’m not sure. It’s fun watching everyone, but it’s obvious where this is leading, and although I’m no prude, I’m not sure I’m ready for it. Can I ask you something?”

I could tell the vodka had loosened her up. She was a lot more forward than earlier. I took a chance. I moved closer and put my hand on her hip. She didn’t flinch or step back, so I squeezed her a bit. “Sure, Diana, whatever you want to know. I’ll be glad to answer if I can.”

“How long do you and your friend stay at these things? And how far do they go?”

“We have no set time. Vera and I just play it by ear. If we like the people, we might just stay for the entire party. Once we’re off the clock, we’re on our own.” I saw her eyes moving up and down my near-nude body. Only now she wasn’t being coy about it. I moved close again. Taking another chance, I put my hand back on her hip, only this time I slid it around until it was resting on her firm ass. “Would you like me to stay?” I asked. She put her hand on my bare hip, just above where my bikini panties clung to me like a second skin. Then she slid her hand down and around until her fingers were touching my derriere.

The tension filled our little space as we looked into each other’s eyes. “Yes, Sheryl. I’d like very much for you to stay,” she whispered. I slid my fingers lower until they went under her short skirt and cupped her silk-covered ass. She shuddered when I let my hand slide down and slip between her long legs. When I touched her crotch, she said, “Oh, shit, that feels good!”

She slid her fingers around to my mound. My panties were getting wet. The rest of the guests would see it when we returned to the living room, but at the moment, I just didn’t give a fuck. This beautiful blonde was making my blood boil with desire. My fingers were getting wet too. She was ready, and I was panicked. Where were we going to go? We sure as hell couldn’t stay in the kitchen much longer. It was a miracle no one had come in yet.

We spotted a back door. I grabbed her hand and we made a mad dash to the back yard. We made our way in the dark to one of the parked cars. As soon as we reached it, she leaned back on the fender and I moved against her, pressing my hungry lips to hers. Our tongues melted into one.

One quick look told us we were reasonably safe here, so I unbuttoned her blouse and freed her breasts from her silk bra. I pulled my lips from hers. She guided my mouth to an already stiff nipple; it grew even stiffer under my lips and tongue. “Oh, yes, Sheryl, suck my tits, baby. Feel how hard you’ve made my nipples.” Her fingers were in my hair, pulling me hard to her. I took away my lips and hugged her, grinding myself against her. Her hands were full of my round ass. She began telling me how hot she was, bucking into me harder until I was afraid she was going to come. That was the last thing I wanted just then. I pushed back, looked her in the eyes, and hiked up her skirt, revealing her white silk panties.

The look on her face told me she was almost there. All I did was hook my fingers in the top of her panties and look down. She got the message and answered it with a nod of her head. I tugged off her panties and threw them on the hood of the car. She hiked up until she was sitting on the edge of the hood. The sweet odor of sex was everywhere as I lowered my head between her outstretched legs. I nuzzled her little bush with my chin, but I had overdone it. She was too far gone to play around. She grabbed my head and pulled me hard to her twat. “Come on, Sheryl, eat me, make me come, baby. I’m so ready for you to send me over the edge!”

My fingers spread her open, giving me full access to her little button. I slipped my lips around it and softly sucked. Then I ran my tongue around the tip. Her knees closed and held me tight as she gave a loud gasp. Oh, no, not this quick, I thought, but when she yelled, “Now, Sheryl, eat me, I’m coming!” I took her, savoring how sweet she tasted. It was over too quickly. My pussy was screaming for attention. She pushed me up on the hood and lowered her mouth, and was kissing my silk-covered pussy when the porch light came on.