DAVID CARLSON
When I opened the invitation, the first image that came to mind was Vicki’s curvaceous body filling out her sexy blue cocktail dress. The second image, which brought a smile to my face, was the vision of her down on her knees in that dress, sucking me off.
Formal affairs can be marvelously erotic. The room is usually full of short and low-cut dresses that expose expansive acreages of silky female skin. Then there are the long slinky numbers that flow gracefully over every luscious curve and give tantalizing glimpses of long, shapely legs. Also, I get to wear my tuxedo, which Vicki says really turns her on. It’s not surprising at all then that these affairs arouse us and often entice us into some form of sexual activity.
Quite often this activity turns out to be wholly, or at least primarily, oral. Fired up by feasting all evening on the visual banquet, Vicki and I sometimes can’t contain our sexual energy until we return home. We’ll slip off to some hidden or secluded place and make love right there. And this erotic spontaneity is perfectly suited to the anywhere, anytime characteristics of oral sex.
The invitation we’d received was for a black-tie reception at the home of a local well-to-do arts patron. Vicki is on several committees, and we sometimes get invited to these sorts of affairs. I’m not too artistically inclined, but I certainly like the scenery. So I was looking forward to the evening.
The day started out normally enough, but it suddenly turned sour. Vicki’s morning tennis match went three grueling sets before she lost to her archrival. Then on the way home, she ran out of gas and had to walk the remaining two blocks in a brief but torrential downpour. By the time she arrived, she was a soaked, dejected mess.
I helped her out of her clothes and into a hot shower before retrieving her car. When I returned she was lying facedown on the bed, a bath towel wrapped around her torso. Her head was half-buried in a pillow, her shoulder-length sandy-brown hair fanned out over it.
I sat on the bed and ran my hand lightly along her shoulders and neck. “Feeling better?”
“Uh-huh.” Her voice was muffled by the pillow.
I started massaging her back, feeling the tension dissolve.
“This feel good?”
“Uh-huh.”
I straddled her, pulled the towel aside and massaged away the remaining kinks. Just looking at her trim body was getting me hard. I leaned over to kiss the smooth skin of her shoulders, my tongue tracing lazy patterns as I worked my way up to her neck. Vicki melted completely and moaned her approval.
I spent a while on the side of her neck, then nibbled at her ear. “Do you want more?” I whispered.
“Uh-huh.”
“Then turn over.” As she did, our lips joined in a long, deep kiss that sent my pulse racing.
I set to work, using my mouth and tongue on her arms, her legs, her knees, the hollow of her ankles. Sometimes full, flat kisses. Sometimes gentle licks and pecks. And where I wasn’t kissing I fondled with gentle fingers. In no time, Vicki was squirming on the bed and moaning.
I slid on top of her, crushing her body against mine. She lifted off my shirt, and our lips mashed together. I felt her breasts pressing against my chest. One of her hands worked its way down to my crotch, and she sensuously massaged my hard bulge. I was so turned on I was afraid that if she let my cock out, I might not be able to resist plunging into her. So I slid down, kissing her neck and chest. I stroked her tits before gently licking her nipples. She grabbed my head and arched her back as the tip of my tongue played over her little nubs.
Vicki’s breasts are perfect handfuls, round and firm, with small nipples that stand quite erect at the slightest provocation. While I kissed one, I rolled the other between my fingers. Vicki gasped for air. I continued teasing her, kissing her flat stomach and rounded hips. I moved between her legs, delighting in her musky scent as I gently licked the tangy juice from her puffy outer lips. I drove my tongue into her pussy, probing and licking the soft, fleshy folds.
Vicki bucked her hips and roughly clutched at my hair. “Oh, that’s so good,” was all she could say amid rhythmic moaning and panting.
I pressed my mouth to her sex as my tongue probed her hot tunnel. By the time I licked her swollen love button, she was close to climaxing. I flicked my tongue lightly over her clit, but also devoted attention to the sensitive area surrounding it. Meanwhile, my hands played over her breasts, ministering to her nipples with a light touch.
“You’re driving me crazy!” she cried, her hips wriggling underneath me. “You’ve got me so hot.” Her hands moved wildly between my head and her sides, clutching alternately at my hair and the rumpled bedsheet. “I think I’m going to explode.”
After a few minutes at this plateau, I drove my tongue as far into her cunt as possible. I withdrew momentarily to suck on her clit before diving back in again. Vicki hurtled over the edge, squealing and gasping, her hips bucking wildly as an intense orgasm washed over her.
I kept my mouth pressed to her sex as her orgasm subsided, then crawled back on top of her. Taking her head in my hands, I gazed into her eyes. She looked like she had just run a marathon—and won. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her neck.
Vicki brought my face to hers, and we kissed deeply. They were long, gentle kisses at first, but soon our tongues got into the action, dancing around each other. Vicki’s hips started writhing again, and her hands went to my pants. I rose up a little so she could undo them and push them down over my ass.
We were still enjoying juicy, wet kisses as she grabbed my stiff rod and brought it to the entrance of her pussy. I’m pretty beefy, but Vicki was so wet that I slid in effortlessly. And I was so stoked up from pleasing her that I immediately started pumping away, stroking into her with long, deep thrusts. Vicki’s cunt muscles grabbed at me, and she pulled her legs up, rubbing her soft thighs along my sides and giving me a different angle of attack.
Burying my cock in Vicki’s warm, wet tunnel, I pulled her up into a sitting position with her legs over my thighs. In this position, her tits were within easy reach of my mouth. I kissed and licked her nipples as she put her arms around my head and humped my cock.
Soon the room was filled with the sounds of grunting, groaning and panting. Vicki was going full speed again, slapping her thighs against mine. I moved my mouth from breast to breast, kissing and licking her womanly flesh, barely able to contain myself until she grabbed my head and held it to her chest. Her hips bucked as she came again. Then I let loose, thrusting into her furiously. I buried my cock in her pussy and my head in her tits as I pumped my load into her quivering tunnel. She held my head in place, muffling my growls in her flesh.
Our arms remained wrapped around each other, but we stopped moving. We were both coated with a sheen of sweat. Soon, my cock started to relax, but I was content to stay awhile in her welcoming warmth.
Eventually, Vicki looked at me and smiled. “Darn it. Now I’ll have to take another shower.” I couldn’t help laughing at her.
Vicki and I relaxed for the rest of the day, enjoying each other’s company, and by the time we started getting ready for the reception, we were already talking about sneaking away for an oral sex interlude.
“How do I look?” I asked, adjusting my bow tie.
Vicki came closer and straightened my tie. “Like a fox.” Then she gave my crotch a squeeze. “Good enough to eat.”
It was no surprise when, later that evening, Vicki started discreetly giving me “that look,” the one that let me know she had trouble on her mind—the best kind of trouble. She was captivating in a short, elegant cocktail dress with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline. Her eyes sparkled, and she shot me a naughty smile as she took two glasses of chardonnay from a server’s tray.
I was engaged in conversation with a small group that included a curvaceous blonde whose bustier top afforded enticing views of her ample breasts. Vicki came up behind me, handing me a glass of wine. She pulled me slightly aside and, after discreetly flicking her tongue against my earlobe, whispered, “You look so hot. I want to suck that big cock of yours.”
It sounded so delightfully nasty, especially the way she said it—with a soft, throaty voice bristling with sexuality. And my cock got the wake-up call. I abruptly excused myself, no longer interested in the conversation or in staring at Miss Cleavage.
She pulled me by the hand. “Feeling a bit feisty?”
I nodded and started looking for a convenient place, but Vicki had apparently already scoped out a secluded spot in the garden. It was perfect—a small gazebo, far enough away from the house and in the shadows of a laurel hedge. At night, you could see anyone approaching long before being seen. There was even a bench around the octagonal interior—a perfect place for a romantic tryst.
When we reached the gazebo, I pulled Vicki close to me. Our lips met, and for the first time that evening, I noticed her jasmine-scented perfume. She must have dabbed on a few extra drops before she’d suggested this rendezvous. As our tongues sought each other out, I cupped the back of her head.
I ran my hands down her neck and along her silky shoulders, then along her sides and over the curves of her hips. I reached the hem of her dress and instinctively started pulling up the garment, running my fingers along her nylons and across the smooth skin of her thighs. She was wearing thigh-high stockings for easy access. “I want to taste you,” I whispered. But her hand was already going down to my fly, undoing it with practiced ease.
“Later,” she said, kissing my cheek. “Right now I want your cock.”
Who was I to argue? I stood before her as she perched on the edge of the bench. My dick was so hard that she had to undo my belt before she could pull my erection out. Vicki spread her legs so I could step between them, and her dress rode higher, exposing her thighs all the way up to the lacy tops of her stockings.
“Yum, yum, yum,” she said, looking up at me with bedroom eyes. Even in the dim light I could see the reflection of her lust. “Good and hard, just the way I like it.”
I was going to enjoy this, but so was she. Sometimes Vicki will play with me, teasing my cock with light kisses before taking me into her mouth. That night she got right down to business, wrapping her lips around the head, suckling it while she rolled her tongue over its surface. My eyes drifted between her long, sexy legs and her mouth working its magic on my manhood.
Her lips rode up and down my shaft, taking in a little more each time. I moaned, and my lids fluttered closed. But watching her is part of the fun, so I opened my eyes and carefully pushed Vicki’s hair back from her face so I could clearly see my cock disappearing into her mouth. Every nerve ending in my body sparked each time her lips rode over the rim of my engorged head. Her loving mouth pumped me eagerly. The muscles in my groin tightened in response, and heat radiated through my entire being.
When she swallowed my entire length, I felt my cock pushing against the back of her throat. I groaned, and she withdrew slowly before giving my cockhead a few pecks as she caught her breath. “I love feeling your fat prick in my throat.” Then she dove in and swallowed me once more.
I groaned again, casting a quick glance around us to make sure no one was within view—or earshot. My feeling of relief that we were still alone was quickly replaced by my rising lust. My knees became wobbly. I let go of Vicki’s head and grasped the gazebo’s railing for support as she swallowed my length again and again. “Oh, baby,” I groaned. “I’m gonna burst!”
She withdrew only to say, “I’m counting on it.” Then she kissed and licked up and down my shaft and my constricting scrotum before devouring me again, not as deeply, but at a faster pace. Perceptive lover that she is, Vicki knew when I was reaching my limit and ready to come. I felt the pressure build in my balls until it was uncontrollable. Her hands grabbed hold of my ass, and her lips surrounded me as I sucked in a deep breath and let go, spurting semen into her mouth.
Vicki held my sated member in her hand as my hardness slowly subsided. She licked off a final pearly drop of my load, then I made myself presentable once more. I pulled her up to me, and we kissed. Her tongue tasted of a mix of chardonnay and my come—a heady elixir. “I love how you suck me,” I murmured against her lips.
“And I love doing it to you,” she replied. She took my hand and guided it under her dress to her pussy. “See what it does to me?” She was soaking wet.
I was ready to drop to my knees right there, tux and all, but just then a group of people came out of the house and started ambling about in the garden. So we sat, side by side, on the bench. All they could see was a couple sitting in the gazebo, enjoying the evening air. What they couldn’t see was that Vicki’s dress was hiked up over her ass and I was slipping my finger in and out of her slick pussy.
By the time the people disappeared, Vicki was moaning softly.
“Your turn,” I said. “But you need to keep watch.”
“Mmm,” was her only reply. I took that as a yes.
When Vicki leaned back against the gazebo wall, she could just see over the railing. Her dress was bunched, but otherwise we were safe. I squatted on my haunches and brought my mouth to her sex. Our position was a little awkward, but I sensed that I wouldn’t be in this spot for very long. When Vicki is that excited, a few licks in the right place usually does the trick.
I lapped up her juices, attending to her swollen outer lips and relishing her taste. My hands found their way to her breasts, and I caressed them through her dress, feeling her hardened nipples. I rolled those tiny nubs between my fingers as I continued to tongue her clitoris.
That sexy combination set her to gasping. “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” she moaned, over and over like a sensual mantra.
I ate her hungrily, fervently, and it wasn’t long before she started flexing her thighs around my head and trying to stifle moans that came from deep within her. When she raised her hips off the seat and started convulsing, I went into maintenance mode, licking and kissing tenderly along the length of her sex. I kept my mouth against her twitching cunt until she let out a long breath of surrender.
When Vicki managed to speak again, it was with a deep, slow-motion voice. “Oh yeah.”
We straightened ourselves up and returned to the party, slithering our way through the unaware throng. At the bar, one of Vicki’s artist friends stood alongside us. “Great party, don’t you think?” he queried.
“Excellent,” I replied with conviction. Vicki and I quietly exchanged conspiratorial smiles. “Most excellent.”