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He sat down in the chair opposite where she sat, eyeing him over the top of her wine glass. His whole body was weak, quivering with desire, lust and, most of all, anticipation. Still watching him she quickly uncrossed her legs and he glimpsed under her wrap- a-round skirt which parted, not by accident, the tops of her not quite modern but not old-fashioned and oh so sexy hose attached to the garter belt he knew would be sexier still. Seeing this, his heart pounded all the more. Then she shifted in her seat so that her legs spread wider, the light shining brightly down to her glistening cunt hair, not covered by underwear. He involuntarily gasped and his prick stiffened. He knew that she had been watching him for most of the evening, since early after the party began. Now it seemed there were no others in the room instead of the fifty people engaged in cocktail party small talk. They both knew they did not plan a long get acquainted period. The looks said "sex" and nothing else. He wanted her and she wanted him. The looks, the avoiding of speaking to one another simply heightened the desire. Soon it would be time. . . for what he was not sure but it would be impossibly erotic. She got up. She left the room heading toward the bedrooms. He got up to follow, letting her first go out of sight down the hall. He stopped and refilled his drink before following. The door to the guest bedroom where the guests' coats were laid on the bed was open only an inch or two where before, all evening, it had been wide open. He crossed to the door. The other party guests were in the far end of the house, the party in full swing. No one would be coming for their coats for some time yet. But, even so, the thought that someone might come for their coats heightened his excitment. And he knew that was why she chose this room. He paused for a moment at the door. He felt a rush, an anticipation that he had not felt in a long while. He slowly pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit. A small lamp on the dressing table was the only light in the room burning. That lamp was just to the right of the door and hidden by the opening door. But the light shone on the bed, gradually coming into full view as he pushed the door open. He gasped at the sight before him.

She sat on the corner of the bed. Her eyes stared straight into his. He looked at her eyes but his eyes quickly found need to look elsewhere, at what her hand was doing. The wrap-a-round skirt was unfastened from her waist and was fanned out on either side of her hips. She wore only the garter belt and hose that he had glimpsed earlier under her now discarded skirt. She sat close to the edge of the bed, on the corner, with her legs spread wide. Her pussy with its light dusting of pubic hair was clearly moist, the lips glistening with her own juices. As she leaned to the left, reclining slightly on her outstretched left arm, with her right hand she masturbated. Slowly her index and middle fingers massaged her clitoris in even, rhymtic circular strokes. Soon she increased the tempo of the strokes. Still rhymtic, still circular but more quickly, more urgently she masturbated. Her eyes glazed over and an almost inaudiable moan escaped her lips. But still she stared into his eyes. He felt his dick, which had already been turgid, swell the more. He looked into her eyes and saw that she now stared at his now uncomfortably full crotch while licking her lips which glistened as brightly and invitingly as the lips of her vagina. He unzipped his pants, reached into the opening and pulled out his stiff cock. The head oozed clear pre-ejaculate which he spread over the head of his dick with his thumb. He grasped the head of his cock in his fist and gently squeezed while pulling. The head of his cock swelled and the rush of pleasure he felt made him light headed. He continued to squeeze and pull on his cock in time to the rhythm she set as she continued to massage her clitoris. Still with the index and middle fingers of her right hand she stroked further down, parting the outer lips of her cunt, gently rubbing the tender inner lips, again moaning softly as she did so.

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She slid her fingers back up to her clit and on the next stroke down, entered herself with her fingers. She hunched forward on the bed the better to shove her fingers further into her cunt. Quickly inserting and withdrawing her two fingers from her dripping vagina, she massaged her clitoris with her thumb at the same time. She continued these motions with ever more urgency, her eyes closing, her head falling back on her shoulders. Suddenly, her head jerked forward. She stared wildly at his right hand pumping now on his prick as vigorously as her own at her pussy. "Masturbate with me. I want you to cum in my mouth without touching me." she whispered throatily. He was nearing climax. Her words excited and hastened his ejactulation. He moved quickly over to her, standing between her legs, his prick level with her glistening mouth. She licked her lips, plunged her fingers into her cunt and murmured, "I'm cumming, cum with me, jack off into my mouth, masturbate into my mouth, beat off into my mouth, wack off into my mouth." She said it like a chant, an incantation to a god, an idea which fixated her being. She stared hungrily at his cock. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming in your mouth," he gasped. Hot sperm leaped from his prick into her waiting mouth. She hungrily waited, mouth agape, so close to his cock that the head actually entered her mouth without touching her lips. He continued his spasms, ejaculate reaching the back of her throat, coating her tongue, her teeth, the entire inside of her mouth. She waited until he stopped his convulsions then closed her mouth, swallowed, smiled and licked her lips greedily. Looking deeply into his eyes, she leaned forward and pushed her lips against the end, the head, of his prick, forcing her lips apart. Taking the head into her mouth she circled it with her tongue, sucked lustily and pulled back, having drained him and cleaned him of all evidence of his cum. All the while she masturbated. Just as she pulled back, having touched him so briefly, so lightly, she whispered "Jesus", shuttered and clutched, with both hands, her cunt, her eyes now tightly closed. She sat there for neverending seconds, eyes closed, hands tightly gripping her pussy. He looked at her face, her hands on her vagina, his breathing slowly slowing to normal but still so stimulated by the sight of her, what she was doing, had done, that his prick remained hard, now almost painfully so. She opened her eyes. She looked at him, seemed almost surprised that he was there still or ever was so complete was her seeming isolation at this point. She took her right hand from her pussy, raised the gleaming damp fingers to her mouth and started to lick them clean. She licked first the palm then the back of her hand where her juices had dripped as she raised her hand to her mouth. Then she inserted her two fingers into her mounth and sucked quietly, parting the fingers with her tongue as she withdrew them. She then stood up, reached for her skirt, wrapped it around her, tucking and straightening her clothes as she did so. She fastened the skirt, stepped in front of the mirror hanging on the closet door, took stock, made a minor adjustment to her blouse, and turned and left the room without a word or backward glance in his direction.