The party was going strong when I arrived. I was sitting on the couch when he entered the room.

There were plenty of other seats, but he sat next to me. I felt him staring and I turned toward him. He was so close that I felt a spark of excitement. He was the hottest-looking man at the party. All I could think about was how soft his full lips would feel against mine. I boldly asked him if he wanted to kiss me. In response, he leaned in and gave me a kiss so deep, it warmed me all the way through and made me wet. There were so many sparks flying between us that we were out of breath when I finally broke the kiss.

He took my hand and led me out to the porch, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me again. His tongue tasted so sweet, and he felt so good. His hands were all over my body, rubbing my ass, squeezing my boobs, and pinching my nipples. Oh, and his hard cock was rubbing against my mound. I was so turned-on, I wanted him to fuck me right then and there. It was New Year’s Eve in Minneapolis and it was way below freezing, but he made me so hot I felt like it was 90 degrees out.

Someone came out on the porch to smoke, so we broke our embrace and straightened our clothes. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the house, and we snuck into the back bedroom. We picked up right where we’d left off. As we kissed, I rubbed and stroked his dick. He was so hard that I didn’t know how he could stand it, and I wanted to feel that hardness inside me. I unzipped his pants to get my hands around his thick, meaty shaft as he put his hand down my pants. When he rubbed his finger against my clit, it felt so good I wanted to scream.

“Damn, baby. You’re so wet.” With his other hand, he unbuttoned my cardigan and pulled my bra cups down to expose my hard and sensitive nipples. When he sucked one, then the other, it sent shock waves straight to my pussy. He brought me to a tremendous climax, distracting me completely from the handjob I’d been giving him. After I came again, this time with two of his fingers deep in my pussy, I gathered my juices from my wet folds and used them to work on his dripping cock. He shot his load all over my hand a few minutes later.

We cleaned up in the attached bathroom, fixed our outfits, and got ready to return to the party. As he reached for the doorknob, he said, “Do I get your number this time, Heather?”

I giggled and said, “Maybe. Catch up with me again before you leave.”