She says yes (fiction part 4)

Why didn’t I get any slips of paper? Why can’t I play again? Jess was unsure what had happened, and looked up at Rick, confused.

“You were supposed to only remove Margot’s panties. We all saw your with your mouth on her breast. This is your punishment. Your body is available to others now.”

Jess felt her face get hot at the same time as her insides rolled over and then got hot too. She was a mess of excitement, embarrassment and apprehension. She didn’t know where to look, nor what to do about her dress on the floor, nor where to go next. The next step was solved for her, thought, when a man she didn’t know came up to her and softy caressed her bum. The touch was curious, warm, and his hands were slightly rough. Her nipples stood out and her eyes widened when she looked up at him. He smiled and his other hand came up to her breast. Jess inhaled a shakey breath and her nostrils flared as she smelled his thick cologne.

Rick looked approvingly at the scene in front of him, and sat back down. “You’ll remember we follow the slips next time. Or maybe you won’t…”

Jess wasn’t sure if she was allowed to remove herself from this man’s hands, or if she was allowed to speak. She didn’t think it was fair because she didn’t know the rules when Margot came up to her that first time. She also didn’t want to say anything because she didn’t want more punishment, and she didn’t really want to leave.

The man removed his hands and winked at her with promise when another woman approached him with a slip of her own. Jess took a few tentative steps towards the bar area – a drink in hand always makes her feel more secure – and tripped over the tangle of straps at her feet. A woman named Lydia came over to help her up, and groped her damp panties, pressing her clit expertly and rubbing quickly. Jess, excited and surprised, grabbed Lydia’s shoulders for balance. Mark came up behind Lydia and held Jess’s wrists to Lydia while another pair of hands came behind Jess and began to play with her nipples. Mark watched as Jess’s pupils dilated and her breathing became shallow and fast. He liked seeing Jess in this vulnerable position, and the red nails of Lydia rubbing over Jess’s panties, and another pair of hands twisting and squeezing her nipples and breasts.

Jess could barely think with all these people around her, their hands, faces, and smells so close she couldn’t make sense of anything and so let go to the feeling. She was surprised when she came, clutching Lydia’s shoulders with her eyes half closed, unsure whether her heeled shoes would support her. The hands behind her held her up as her body quaked. The room erupted in spontaneous applause and she came back to the present.

Wet, glowing, exhilarated and excited to see what else would happen tonight.

to be continued…

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She says yes (fiction part 3)

With anticipation Jess looks at the letters forming words on her instruction slip, and slowly angles her head to look at Mark. Licking his lips, he raises his eyebrows and lifts the corner of his mouth in question and sets down their glasses to better prepare for whatever was coming.

“It says ‘find someone to give you a hickey on your chest.’ Hmm…” Jess raises one of her eyebrows in question to Mark and he smiles broadly.

“Fuck, yes. Can I? Please? Your breasts and nipples have driven me to distraction all night. I know you’re not wearing a bra,” Mark absentmindedly rubbed his thumb over his bottom lip, and held her eyes.

Jess nodded, feeling a mix of exultation and apprehension. She wants this. She wants his mouth on her. She wants to find out what will be on her next slip. She wants to know who else might approach her with their slip. Jess says yes and takes a step closer to Mark as he takes a step closer to her.

Mark grazes her bottom lip with his thumb and follows the curve of her throat to her collarbone. He gives a little tickle in the shallow hollow and Jess laughs and unwittingly pulls away. Mark reaches for her arm and brings her close again – she smells whisky on his breath and sees her reflection in his eyes. Mark pulls down the skinny straps off both her shoulders, effectively pinning her arms at her side while he eases her low cut dress down to the top of her breasts. She gasps a little at the sudden exposure in front of the others, and looks around nervously.

Jess sees a man kneeling in front of Margot, with only the back of his head peeking out from below her short skirt. With her hands being held behind her by another woman, she is obviously enjoying the experience. Jess distractedly wonders who’s slip of paper is being followed. Two people she recognizes from the party downstairs are kissing and rubbing each other under their clothes. Unsure if they’re following a slip of paper, Jess watches a man come up behind them and take his cock out of his pants right beside them. A woman sits at the bar stools with her hand tucked into her pants, no question about what her fingers are doing. Rick is sitting on the stairs to the loft, watching the whole room with a short stack of papers beside him.

Mark continues to pull down her dress and one nipple is quickly exposed, and her whole breast is ready for Mark. He pinches her nipple, lifting her heavy breast and Jess gasps in the pleasure of the sharp pain. He winks at her and then leans down. His beard crinkles again her soft skin and tickles a little bit. Jess attempts to reach up to touch him, and her dress straps prevent her. She balls her fists in the hem of her dress as Mark nibbles the underside of her breast. He cups her whole breast in his hand and draws her nipple into his mouth and rolls it around against his teeth. Nipping and sucking to the side of her nipple, he sucks hard and squeezes and pinches her breasts in each hand. Jess, thankful for the wall behind her, leans back and stands with her legs apart – willing Mark to pay attention to another part of her body: suck on her pussy, put his hand up her dress, anything! Mark slowly stands up and gently rubs the bruise he just created with his mouth.

Breathing a huge mixed sigh of pleasure and frustration, Jess turns her glassy eyes to Mark and thanks him, telling him she wished it was more. Mark shakes his head sadly, “When we play whisky-slip, we can only do that which is on the slip and nothing more. Otherwise there are penalties,” Mark turned to Rick, who was watching them intently. “You’d better give me the two slips and go see Rick.”

Jess nodded and absently began to adjust her dress back to a semblance of modesty, but Mark stopped her. “No, Jess – you have to go to Rick as you are.”

Walk across the room of people? With her arms pinned at her sides and her breasts fully exposed? Jess looked around and noticed almost everyone was back to chatting and drinking. Everyone is covered. She knew Margot wasn’t wearing any underwear, but she was the only person who was vulnerably exposed.

After handing the wrinkled and smudged slips to Mark, Jess heads over to Rick, sitting on the stairs and watching her approach. Her breasts jiggle a little as she moves, and soon everyone is watching her. Blushing, and wishing she could cover herself back up, Jess finally stands below Rick. Smirking, he stands up and towers over her. He strokes her hair and takes the few steps down to be level with her – he lets his hand drift over her shoulder and down to her nipple (traitorously tightening under his calloused fingers) and he admires Mark’s bruise.

Rick’s hand moves to the top of her dress and gives a little yank. Not too hard. In fact, gazing at his eyes, Jess barely notices when her entire dress drops to the ground. In surprise, she looks down at the black cloth pooled around her shoes and snaps her head back up in alarm.

Rick grins and sends her away – without any slips of paper.

 

…to be continued…

She says yes (fiction part 2)

Mark and Jess chatted quietly among themselves, about the party from downstairs, and their day. Jess was feeling relaxed, comfortable, and electric for what might happen next. She knew the bedroom was upstairs in the loft, and was curious if she and Mark would manage to make their way upstairs for a more quiet space to get to know each other.
If she was honest with herself, she really wanted to know how yummy Mark’s mouth would taste, knowing it had been flavoured with whisky. Jess rubbed her thighs together and blushed. Mark -apparently very attuned to Jess- smiled and his warm eyes glowed brighter.

Quite unexpectedly, the blond came over to them both as if she knew them. A brief conversation about the evening preceded her request for Jess to lean over and gently pull down her yellow panties, the same ones Jess had seen as they walked up the stairs earlier.

What.

Jess, startled and very hot in her own panties, asked the woman to repeat herself.

“I’m Margot, and I would love for you to get close to me and help me wiggle out of my panties.”

Committed to her own decision to try new things tonight, and bolstered by her attraction to Margot and the drinks she’d already enjoyed, Jess said yes. She’d like to help.

Jess gave her short glass to Mark to hold, and stepped close to Margot. So close that their eyes were holding each other and their lips nearly touched. Jess reached up and swept Margot’s long heavy hair off her shoulder and let her hand trail down Margot’s back until she reached the hem of her short, flouncy, skirt. Their breasts were kissing and rubbing which electrified Jess’s bra-less nipples and her pussy began to get wet. Jess lifted Margot’s skirt to better access her panties and hooked her fingers around the top of the yellow lace, grazing Margot’s hips with her knuckles. They both began to smile, it wasn’t a serious thing – they were enjoying this experience – aware that Mark was watching them, and his mate Rick from across the room. Letting her face dip into Margot’s chest, Jess nipped at her breasts as she bent down to slip the panties off Margot’s legs, and over her high heeled sandals. Standing up with the panties in her hand, Jess was unsure about what she should do next.

Margot said thanks to Jess with a warm kiss and handed her three small squares of paper. Confused, Jess looked up at Margot.

“Read the instructions on one of the slips of paper, and then carry out whatever it tells you to do. Then, give the other two away, like I just did to you. In order to get more slips of paper, go see Rick once you’ve finished your activity.” Margot winked and sauntered away, yellow lace in her hand, and occasionally showing her bare bum as her skirt bounced around.

Red faced and unbelieving, Jess turned to Mark. Did he know about this? Is this what he does on the weekend?

“Are you game to play, Jess? This is a whisky-slip party. I hope you want to stay…”

What choice did she have? She was excited, and thrilled to be trying this type of event. Jess nodded and opened her folded square of paper…

to be continued…

She says Yes (fiction 1)

It certainly wasn’t his height. He’s only a few inches taller than she is. And it wasn’t his beautiful thick beard. Although she could imagine how it might tickle the inside of her thighs. It was his eyes.
Trite, she knew.
They were dark brown – kind, mischievous, and deep. His body was well built, but not hard and thick. There was something appealing about his hispter boots and plaid shirt.

They met at a neighbourhood wine and cheese party. She went as an attempt to get out of her normal routine: something new and different and pushing her to the edge of her comfort zone. He was there as a host. Behind the table, he turned to look at her as she came up and their eyes locked.
Trite, she knew.
The connection, the interest, the frisson. No one had caught her eye like this since him and she was excited. She smiled broadly and offered her name. He offered his hand, “Hi Jess, I’m Mark. Glad to meet you,” he kept gazing into her eyes, and when their hands met, the energy was palpable. Jess blushed a little and tucked her hair behind her ear after they finally let go.

Sipping her wine and nibbling on cheese, her eyes frequently drifted back to where he was standing, chatting with others. The other men in the room had several inches on him. And yet. It didn’t matter. He had an energetic presence, and when he glanced over to where she lightly wiggled to the music, they both smiled. Jess blushed again and began to imagine what it might be like to kiss his mouth, nestled among all his facial hair. And how it might tickle as his lips drifted down her neck and into the deep neckline of her dress.

Oh man. She was really blushing now. Mark came up to her and grinned at the heat evident in her face.
“How are you enjoying the wine, Jess?” His lips drew together in a delicious way as his mouth curved around her name, drawing out the ss sound into a smile. She was powerless to stop the smile that also came to her face, crinkling her eyes and lighting them with a different kind of heat.
“It’s really good, Mark, thanks.” He nodded and was interrupted by his colleague. “Heya Jess, we’re going to wrap up here soon, but we’re going to be sampling some whisky upstairs afterwards. Sort of like a private party – wanna join?” How could she say no? Jess said yes, that it sounded great.

The remaining moments of the party passed in a slow throb. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but Jess was keen to find out. The lightweight dress gave the bare suggestion that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and the anticipation of having a private party with Mark warmed her body and sent shivers of excitement across her bare legs and arms. She drank more wine. Ate more cheese. Played with the golden necklace that would often slip into her cleavage. Chatted mindlessly with other neighbours. Until finally there were only a few people left, and Mark’s mate invited the remaining upstairs.

Jess shook out her burgundy hair as she joined the others climbing up the back stairs. The woman in front of her was wearing a very short skirt, and every once in a while the skirt flounced up and Jess could see she was wearing a cute pair of yellow knickers. The woman’s blond hair trailed almost down to her hips – poker straight and streaked with darker shades. Jess became aware of how hot she was becoming between her thighs, and she began to blush again. There was something very sexy about seeing this woman’s fanny, especially because she didn’t know Jess was peeking.

The stairs opened into a wide but shallow loft space – amazingly decorated, with an assortment of carpets, pillows, and wide chairs. There was a small kitchen, a well stocked bar, a kitchen table and chairs, and she assumed, a bedroom on the upper floor. A few people headed straight to the bar and the stools around it, some others lounged on the chairs, and two people began discussing music. Jess looked around. Feeling kind of lost and unsure, Mark had the intuition to come over to her at that moment with a smokey whisky in his hand. She took it gratefully. She had been slightly uncertain as to whether she imagined the connection between them, but when their fingers grazed together, she knew they both felt that thrill. Mark smiled again and she touched his strong forearm with thanks.

…to be continued…

Embarrassing!!

So, in my efforts to push my limits, I had a fairly raunchy exchange with a man at work. I was trying to escalate and maybe embarrass him, and maybe be sexy. He was saying things back about fellatio and going down on a woman, and how satisfied other woman were in his past – totally mutual.

It totally backfired and he broadcast what I said to another co-worker. He conveniently left out all the things he’d said and made it sound like I was a coming on to him and that it was all me. I was crimson.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been so fucking embarrassed. I managed to speak casually and make non-sexual jokes to the co-worker later on in the day, but I could barely look at the man who threw me under the bus. And I haven’t said anything to either of them about the vulgarity and him sharing the details.

I used to find him mildly attractive but now he’s just icky. Ok – still attractive, but I don’t trust him. And that sort of makes him icky.

Part of this learning, I suppose, is that I’m going to make mistakes and do things and say things that I wish I hadn’t. I’m going to chalk this experience up to that board. It’s also helpful for me to realize that some people may not wish to keep things quiet (for whatever reason) and that maybe I should either be more choosy with whom I engage – or ngaf if they broadcast my business.

At least it wasn’t naked photos posted online. Oh wait… maybe I want that…