A Wild Night

It had started again. I’d been stuck at home all week as my car had broken down and was in the garage, and the cabin fever was kicking in. My whole body itched for adventure. The only thing that kept me going was knowing that this weekend, I would see my best friend in the world. Elise and I were at secondary school together, and then at University. It broke my heart when she moved away to the city to become a London escort. I had to stay in the countryside to help my dad run his business; mum passed away a few years back so he needs me here. By Friday evening, I was on the train to London and anticipation bubbled in the pit of my stomach. I knew that Elise had become a bit of a wild child, and she partied hard. I couldn’t wait to be a part of it. As the train slowly rocked back and forth, I let the motion wash over me as I drifted away into my fantasies. I imagined a hot, crowded party full of muscular bodies, all sweating and writhing together. I wondered how it would feel to be dancing up close to a handsome stranger, and how the sway of my hips would turn him on. He would press up against me from behind, his stiff cock pushing into my lower back. As he kissed the back of my neck, a shiver ran down my body and I shot my eyes open before I got carried away. I was still on public transport, though my panties were now all wet from my excitement. I tried to focus on the view from the window so my mind didn’t drift off again. It was a flurry of squeals, hugs and kisses when Elise picked me up from Kings Cross station. We hadn’t seen each other for 3 months, which for us is a lifetime! Within half an hour we were back in her cosy flat. Being a London escort must really pay off, as she lived alone in the nice end of Angel Islington. Cute pad, she obviously didn’t want for anything. As I admired my surroundings she bought over some sparkling rose, and we toasted to being young, free, single and gorgeous. We got through two bottles while we were getting ready, and by the time we tottered out the door we were quite tipsy. A regular client of Elise’s was throwing a party in a massive townhouse in Mayfair. I expected him to be old, fat or ugly – but I was rudely mistaken. The host that greeted us at the door was in his early thirties with a mop of dark hair, a sharp cut suit and twinkling blue eyes. The clean panties I’d put on almost got ruined again as he kissed my hand and gave me a surreptitious wink. This was going to be a fun night. An hour later and we were well into the swing of things. Elise and I were clearly the most attractive girls there, and had most of the men eating out of our hands. A couple of them knew of Elise being a London escort but were polite enough not to mention it. One gentleman who had caught my eye was James; he was more quiet than the others, but didn’t seem shy. It looked like he was in on an amusing secret – a quiet confidence. I was pouring myself another drink (not that I needed it), when I felt a warm hand on my waist. James was standing so close that his hot breath made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Too late, the panties were ruined. It had been so long since I’d been with a guy (not much selection in the countryside) that a new found confidence overcame me. Without a moment’s hesitation, I turned around and kissed him hard on the mouth. He responded instantly, and started to lead me by the hand into the hallway. He obviously knew his way around, as he took me straight upstairs into a dark, unoccupied room. We collapsed onto a pile of coats, still kissing passionately. He tugged my dress up and tore my underwear off. Feeling how wet I was made him gasp, and pull me towards him with more urgency. I unzipped his trousers and helped him pull them down past his knees. Straddling him and masked from view by several coats, I lowered myself onto his throbbing cock, just as desperate for him as he was for me. I pushed down until my pelvis was grinding into his, and tried not to cry out too loud. The rhythm was fast and persistant – neither of us had the patience to slow it down. The feeling of him sliding in and out of me, pumping hard and deep, made my body tingle and sweat. I started to shake as the orgasm built, and with my climax I tensed around him and squeezed him tight inside me. With a low roar he came too and buried his head in my breasts. I think all of the other guests guessed what we were doing when we emerged looking dishevelled and damp, but nobody took offense. In fact, Elise was already leading her host up the stairs to show him how a London escort likes to party…

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