Thursday, December 07, 2006
A Birthday Orgy (Pt.4)
Dave and I are at a sex party that's not really a full-tilt sex party; tonight we're having trouble getting the ship off the ground. I wonder how E, the birthday host, is feeling about things. Part of why Dave and I thought of staying home was because we knew already from meeting E that neither of us was attracted to him. What expectations though would he have of the guests? We were uncertain.
Well, midway through the evening, we find out what E's hopes and dreams consisted of. His wife B makes an announcement that we all have to pay homage to E on his birthday, and we were all expected to come up one by one and do "something nice" for our host. That's left up to you.
The minute she announced this, I noticed a number of people on my side of the room reacted. And not positively, either. There was a shuffling and moving around of bodies suddenly. As if we all had heard the hostess' request and we were looking for the nearest exit. Good, thought I, we are not alone in wanting to avoid E at all costs.
Have you seen the movie Borat? Then you will remember the gross but hilarious scene where the two guys are rolling around naked on the bed. That's who E reminds us of. Sorry to say. Look, we know this is a freebee, it didn't cost us anything to come here, we're not contributing to the room rental. But still. I am not going to do anything I don't feel for doing.
Dave takes a slightly different view. He tells me he is prepared to go up to E, who is lying on the rollaway bed we inhabited earlier, and take his dick in his mouth for a minute or two. He thinks I should do the same. One woman just went up and gave him a few spankings with her flog. Even belting the guy good won't coax me into battle. No way says I. We move to a discreet corner of the room and hope nobody notices us and calls us out.
We end up near the front door, watching all the birthday greeters approach E, when the doorbell rings. We reach for it, and in comes our perfect couple. Too bad we're in a mood now to cut and run. Dubya can't do that in Iraq, but we're ready and able to do that at this party.
But this couple look great. Vivacious and upbeat. She is named O, a great stage name if ever I heard one. Nearly shaved head, nice earrings, a nice dress showing off a shapely but trim body. Her guy is more problematic. He is absolutely flaming, lean and fit with cowboy chaps open in all the right places. He looks quite manly, until he opens his mouth to introduce himself. His voice is horrifyingly fey.
Dave's comment later is, "So what's the point in dressing up like you're ready to fuck any guy up the ass for miles around, and then you open your mouth and out comes this girlie voice? What kind of advertising is that?" Was he affecting it or was it for real? Unfortunately we conclude the latter.
But the woman, O, is lovely. She says to us, "We saw you two in the lobby earlier tonight, and we said to each other 'I bet we know where THEY are going.'" I quip back, well, what took you guys so long in getting up here? Oh we stopped off for some....fun...along the way (I forget how she put it exactly). When I introduce myself to her she wants to hug me, then runs her hands up my arms. "Oooh, your skin is so soft!" she says with enthusiasm.
Goddamn! Just when I meet a woman who is willing to put her hands all over me in the first few minutes and we're already in a mood to take our leave! We could have stayed, but we realize our time has past. If we played with this couple, it would feel weird given the people who would be hanging around watching us. The party has shaken down too thoroughly at this point, we know what we will get, we know what we have gotten so far. We don't think things will improve. So we are prepared to go.
What's amusing is that this new couple seems to have made a command decision pretty early. In a few minutes they are already down to business, she is on her knees sucking his cock in amongst the chaps. They probably took a quick look around, decided it was going to be the two of them, and away they went. They were playing just a few feet from Dave and I. We were standing, stroking each other against the wall.
But we just didn't want to get embroiled with this couple in the middle of this crowd.
The other guy, R, who I was also hesitant about meeting again, finally walks in. True to form, he gives Dave and I a wide berth. That is fine with us. I was prepared to say hello politely but even that did not have to happen.
I look over and see the hostess, B, is getting a lot of attention from several guys on the floor. But again, it is light play, lots of touchy-feely, a bit of oral play but not really even that. Just quiet adoration. Who's actually going to fuck her, I thought. Who does she WANT to fuck her?
The people again are just, for the most part, overweight and out of shape or just plain unattractive. And the mood is just too low-key for us. Dave has told me so much about his bath house encounters that I am of the opinion that I want that intensity too. When it's not around, I want to pack my bags and leave.
So, we pack our bags and leave. But I cast a hope out there to the universe that this couple will come our way again sometime.
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Well, midway through the evening, we find out what E's hopes and dreams consisted of. His wife B makes an announcement that we all have to pay homage to E on his birthday, and we were all expected to come up one by one and do "something nice" for our host. That's left up to you.
The minute she announced this, I noticed a number of people on my side of the room reacted. And not positively, either. There was a shuffling and moving around of bodies suddenly. As if we all had heard the hostess' request and we were looking for the nearest exit. Good, thought I, we are not alone in wanting to avoid E at all costs.
Have you seen the movie Borat? Then you will remember the gross but hilarious scene where the two guys are rolling around naked on the bed. That's who E reminds us of. Sorry to say. Look, we know this is a freebee, it didn't cost us anything to come here, we're not contributing to the room rental. But still. I am not going to do anything I don't feel for doing.
Dave takes a slightly different view. He tells me he is prepared to go up to E, who is lying on the rollaway bed we inhabited earlier, and take his dick in his mouth for a minute or two. He thinks I should do the same. One woman just went up and gave him a few spankings with her flog. Even belting the guy good won't coax me into battle. No way says I. We move to a discreet corner of the room and hope nobody notices us and calls us out.
We end up near the front door, watching all the birthday greeters approach E, when the doorbell rings. We reach for it, and in comes our perfect couple. Too bad we're in a mood now to cut and run. Dubya can't do that in Iraq, but we're ready and able to do that at this party.
But this couple look great. Vivacious and upbeat. She is named O, a great stage name if ever I heard one. Nearly shaved head, nice earrings, a nice dress showing off a shapely but trim body. Her guy is more problematic. He is absolutely flaming, lean and fit with cowboy chaps open in all the right places. He looks quite manly, until he opens his mouth to introduce himself. His voice is horrifyingly fey.
Dave's comment later is, "So what's the point in dressing up like you're ready to fuck any guy up the ass for miles around, and then you open your mouth and out comes this girlie voice? What kind of advertising is that?" Was he affecting it or was it for real? Unfortunately we conclude the latter.
But the woman, O, is lovely. She says to us, "We saw you two in the lobby earlier tonight, and we said to each other 'I bet we know where THEY are going.'" I quip back, well, what took you guys so long in getting up here? Oh we stopped off for some....fun...along the way (I forget how she put it exactly). When I introduce myself to her she wants to hug me, then runs her hands up my arms. "Oooh, your skin is so soft!" she says with enthusiasm.
Goddamn! Just when I meet a woman who is willing to put her hands all over me in the first few minutes and we're already in a mood to take our leave! We could have stayed, but we realize our time has past. If we played with this couple, it would feel weird given the people who would be hanging around watching us. The party has shaken down too thoroughly at this point, we know what we will get, we know what we have gotten so far. We don't think things will improve. So we are prepared to go.
What's amusing is that this new couple seems to have made a command decision pretty early. In a few minutes they are already down to business, she is on her knees sucking his cock in amongst the chaps. They probably took a quick look around, decided it was going to be the two of them, and away they went. They were playing just a few feet from Dave and I. We were standing, stroking each other against the wall.
But we just didn't want to get embroiled with this couple in the middle of this crowd.
The other guy, R, who I was also hesitant about meeting again, finally walks in. True to form, he gives Dave and I a wide berth. That is fine with us. I was prepared to say hello politely but even that did not have to happen.
I look over and see the hostess, B, is getting a lot of attention from several guys on the floor. But again, it is light play, lots of touchy-feely, a bit of oral play but not really even that. Just quiet adoration. Who's actually going to fuck her, I thought. Who does she WANT to fuck her?
The people again are just, for the most part, overweight and out of shape or just plain unattractive. And the mood is just too low-key for us. Dave has told me so much about his bath house encounters that I am of the opinion that I want that intensity too. When it's not around, I want to pack my bags and leave.
So, we pack our bags and leave. But I cast a hope out there to the universe that this couple will come our way again sometime.
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