Each year Carla will send out the invites and include the rules of the year. Last year everyone had to wear red undies. The year before it was fishnet stockings. This year it was a pearl thong. At this point I probably should mention that this is a girls only event.
Carla works in PR and lives in a warehouse conversion. It’s huge with high ceilings and expanses of glass giving a great view of the London skyline. There’s lots of room for dancing and chatting and as the event winds down you can crash around the edges.
Tonight it was really buzzing with good natured energy. There must have be 30 plus girls all dancing and chatting, everyone a tight bodied looker and dressed in a sexy outfit. Nurses, policewomen, angels, fairies and me as an elf in a tight green tee shirt with maroon shorts cut high on the cheeks, heavy knit green thigh socks with black knee boots and a silly little elf hat. Oh and the pearl thong was teasing my lips apart as I walked. I’m 5’8 slim with 34d boobs and long runners legs and if I say so myself, I looked hot!
Carla was greeting everyone with a glass of champagne, her long fiery red hair pinned up and her slim toned body encased in a wet look PVC cat suit, the shiny black material making her red hair stand out all the more.
Two hours into the party and it was warm, the air fragrant with a heady mix of perfumes. Everyone was either dancing or sampling the snacks laid out around the room, small tasty treats easily eaten without juggling glasses and plates. I have to say that I was now extremely horny. It had been a while since I’d had a good fuck and dancing with those pearls rubbing against my lips had made me wet and eager to cum.
I reached for the last of my favourite snacks, small filo parcels with a tangy Feta filling, but as my hand reached out so did another, long slender fingers tipped in a coral pink varnish, little metallic flakes glinting in the lights. Our fingers brushed and I look up into the most amazing bright blue eyes, long blonde hair and tanned skin beneath a silver tinsel crown.
“Share it,” she said smiling at me, and without further delay she pulled the parcel apart offering me the larger half.
“I’m Debbie,” I smiled back. “Pleased to meet you.”
“Christine,” she said stepping around the buffet table.
At this point I’m sure I flooded my shorts. She was beautiful, a tall dancers body with perky firm boobs and she was wearing the tightest, sexiest outfit ever; a pink leotard with matching leggings, perspex platform shoes and little silver wings
“I’m an angel,” she laughed as I stood there looking vacant, my mind overtaken by lust.
“You’ve sure come from heaven,” I stuttered back. “I’m an elf”, I offered, trying like mad to tear my eyes from her pussy region. Everything was on show, her full lips and oh god yes, the pearls of her thong parting them. I love a full swollen pussy.
“You like my outfit then?”
I nodded yes and struggled to get a word out, conscious that I was blushing beet red.
Smiling at my obvious embarrassment she continued, “Well I have a thing for thigh highs and you have great legs.”
“Thanks,” I said, although my voice sounded much higher than usual.
At this she slipped an arm around me and led me to a large leather couch by the windows. Kicking off her shoes she sat and pulled me down beside her. I instantly loved her feet, long and slim with pink tipped toes that matched her fingers. My other weakness was sexy well kempt feet.
We just chatted for a while. It was like we had known each other for ever, easy conversation but accompanied by lots of touching and smiling. Suddenly the room had emptied and just a few people were left. Looking out the window I could see Big Ben.
“Wow, its One O’clock,” I said. “Everyone is leaving.”
“Not everyone,” Christine replied with a grin. “I’m Carla’s cousin and I’m staying here.”
With that, she raised a hand and cupped my right breast, her thumb grazing my nipple, and squeezed ever so gently.
“Staying?” she purred, and those blue eyes just zapped into me.
I nodded as I swallowed deeply, my insides doing butterflies, my pussy pulsing as my juices flowed.
“I hoped you might.” With that Christine took my hand and placed it against her lycra clad pussy. I could feel her heat through the damp fabric, and with that she stood and led me by the hand. We passed Carla now deeply frenching a topless firefighter and slipped into Christine’s room.
Immediately she pushed me against the wall locking her lips against mine, forcing her tongue between my panting lips.
Then she stepped back and said, “It’s time to lose the elf gear, but keep the thigh highs, okay?”
I smiled at my angel and nodded my assent, not trusting myself to speak. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off each boot, then I stood and turned my back to her as she sat back in a leather recliner. I wanted to draw this out, so I gripped the lower edges of my tee and slowly pulled it up, hearing Christine murmur her approval as my tramp stamp was revealed. It’s an ochre coloured vine that spreads from between my cheeks to cover my lower back. I bent from the waist knowing that the already high cut shorts will rise to show more of my bottom cheeks. I’m rewarded by Christine groaning deeply. I give a little wiggle and start teasing my shorts down. I’m soaked and I can smell my arousal. Slowly I bare my cheeks, urged on by Christine’s groans of approval.
Finally the shorts dropped and I stepped out of them, naked, my wet juices visible on my thighs. I turned to reveal myself to Christine, bare except for my long socks and the red pearl thong. She pulled her leotard off her shoulders, freeing her small firm breasts and pinched and stretched her nipples. Slowly she ran her tongue around her lips, leaving them moist and inviting. “Oh Debbie you are so fucking hot,” she said, pinching her hard nipples again.
Looking down I could see a growing wet patch on her leotard and I stepped forward lifting my leg and rested my foot on the top of her seat back, my sopping pussy just inches from her face. She turned her head and inhaled deeply before running her tongue along my pussy lips, the tip applying pressure to each pearl and I shaked with lust, my knees weakening. I couldn’t wait any longer. I knelt and grabbed the waist of her leggings and pulled them swiftly to her ankles. She shrugged off the leotard and stood before me, again just a pearl thong. Hers is black lace.
Like me she is waxed smooth but her pussy is a real outie, big lips, swollen with desire, strings of juice glinting in the light. I couldn’t even see the pearls, they were tight between her lips.
I leant forward and ran the flat of my tongue along her slit. All I could smell is her desire. All I could taste is her juice and her fingers were in my hair pulling me closer. My arms wrapped around her waist, guiding her into the chair. She hung a leg over either arm and I took my prize!
I licked the length of her wet pussy, the pearls bobbling against my tongue as I massaged her slit with them. I tugged them clear of her pussy with my teeth, then let them snap back.
“Fuck yes!” she shouted as she bucked beneath my face, now totally slick with her juice. This time I slipped a finger under the pearl strand and pull it clear of her slit. I slipped two fingers into her pussy and hooked them toward her hot spot. As they touch I suck her clit in. It’s huge and I pressured it with my tongue as I sucked. Christine groaned and urged me on. I worked my fingers back and forth, scissoring them in and out. I gave her clit a final suck and she exploded, arching high, balanced on her heels and shoulders, screaming in release as her pussy contracted on my fingers and drenched my face in cum.
Slowly she relaxed back into the chair her breathing ragged. “Oh fuck that was deep.” She was flushed deep red from her breasts to her chin, with her tan skin and blond hair she looked stunning. ”Now it’s your turn.”
I turned and lay on the bed, parting my legs and offering her my molten core. I raised my bottom and slipped off the thong. Christine smiled and opened her bedside drawer, revealing a heavy metal butt plug. “I want that cute little bum of yours. May I?”
By way of agreement I rolled over and knelt. Christine moved forward and her long fingers opened my sopping pussy. I dropped my head, swallowing hard as my mouth watered. I was already really close to cumming and with every nudge of her fingers against my clit it got closer.
As her fingers spread my juices from my slit to my ring, I felt her warm breath on my bottom and then her tongue probing and pushing against my anus. I’m no stranger to a full arse and I breathed deeply and forced myself to relax. Christine tongued my arse and spread my juice inside. I knew this would be a quick hard cum.
I was getting noisy, and Christine turned to kiss me deeply on the mouth. I could taste my pussy, my cum and my arse. Then her strong fingers were in my pussy, stretching me and tapping my clit. “Oh fuck yes!” Then she pushed the plug in, cold hard and solid, just shoved in hard and I’m gone, I lost it, my body was on fire.
I woke. The room was dimly lit. Christine was spooned against me, her hand cupping my breast. Oh fuck did I feel good. I could see Big Ben through the window. I held Christine’s hand to my breast and closed my eyes again.
