FabSwingers.com forum: Your Christmas Party

By *igjay2584 OP Man
over a year ago

Basingstoke

It's another one of those endless neighbourhood Christmas parties, an awkward mix of; family, friends and people you can only assume live nearby. It's one you'd rather miss but would never here the end of it, so, here you are. Promising yourself it's just one drink a few hellos and then away to literally anything better. You walk into the kitchen to get a drink having smiled and nodded to a few vaguely familiar faces and you're greeted by the hostess who appears to be a little flustered.

As you squeeze past a few guests to reach a slim selection of drinks, the hostess comes to say hello properly and starts the seasonal pleasantries. Before she gets to far she's interrupted by a beeping from the oven. "OH! Must get those, but we should catch up..." feeling awkward about leaving you alone she hurriedly says "Oh you know James don't you." Before pulling you together for conversation.

You don't know James; he knows it, she knows it and you most certainly know it. But he does have nice eyes and a mischievous grin so perhaps he can be entertaining for a few moments.

You cast idle chit chat back and forth but it's not long before you realise his gaze is being pulled away from polite eye contact. Yes, you're sure of it, he's stealing glances at your breasts and he's not too subtle about it.

Your mind races as you realise this young man has the temerity to be perving on you in full sight of a room full of people. You rationalise to yourself maybe he doesn't know he's so obvious, maybe he can't help himself, maybe... maybe I don't mind if he is.

He's a nice enough boy but enough is enough as you finish your drink you think to break off without hurting his feelings a trip to the bathroom is the most sensitive way. To make it clear you ask him if he knows where it is.

"Ah yeah, there's the downstairs but it will be busy im sure, theres the en suite through the back bedroom I'll show you."

He isn't taking the hint that the conversation might be over but oh well soon enough you think, so you accept his offer of directions. As he walks up the stairs you catch yourself thinking he does have a rather nice backside. Just as you think this he turns and you realise he has a moment to look directly down your blouse. He is naughty isn't he.

He leads you through the back bedroom, which is purely for guests and like an obedient servant stands in the bathroom doorway arm outstretched "Here we are..."

You brush passed him thinking to give him a little Christmas treat by pressing your breasts against him. Quite by accident your hand also brushes over his trousers and you can unmistakably feel him starting to get hard.

His cheeks reddened you now both very clearly understand he's been getting turned on just in your presence, one hand on the door handle you must decide quickly if he is coming in or not...