Among the admirers on the dancefloor, it was old Carver that made the first move. With his tie tied arounf his head and holding two large drinks he strutted up to Amy with some kind of ancient rumba steps.
"Good evening, my pretty one. I'll trade this old family recipe for a dance," he said and handed her one of the potent looking cocktails
Amy giggled and accepted his offer. Soon she was shaking her hips while sipping greedily on the frosty glass with Carver leering close over her.
That made me a little calmer though. Carver was a creepy old man but I, for some reason, didn't regard him as a serious threat. My erection got demoted to 'al dente' status and I mustered enough courage for a raid to the drink table, but I soon returned with my loot to my post in the armchair.
Amy and Carver were engaged in what looked like a reenactment of a scene out of Dirty Dancing, when Barbara James sashayed over to me. Gracefully she sat down on one of the armrests, crossed a slender long leg over the other and leanded over me. I got a perfect up close view of her cleavage and by now I was way too drunk to look away.
"I must say, Matt, who knew that your wife was such a hot young firecracker. Everybody just adores her!" she chirped.
"If I were you, I'd keep a close eye on her." 'Barbie' added. She noticed how I was staring at her cleavage, but insted of protesting, she just leaned even closer, offering a hint of her dark red areolas.
"Oh my! And I think someone should keep an eye on you too," she laughed.
Then Barbara grabbed me by my tie and pulled me up from the chair and towards the whirling dancefloor.
"... and I think I'm up for the job," she said with a wink.
The alcohol had loosened me up a little and my dancing was going smoother, or at least that's what I imagined as I faced Barbara and did my best not to stare at her tits. But she gave me a hard time, bouncing and jutting her large delightful breasts all over the place, apparently loving the attention she was getting.
After a while I felt a pungent, sweet smell hit my nostrils. It was kind of familiar, but I couldn't place it at first. But soon it dawned upon me that it was pot! I looked around and saw that several joints were being passed around the party.
Soon someone handed me one. I accepted it, but hesitated at first. I hadn't smoked pot since collage, and Karen had a zero tolerence towards all drugs. But on the other side of the floor I saw Tim Tyler, holding up a joint for Amy and she giggled and puffed on it, much to the brothers' amusement. So I brought mine to my mouth and took a deep drag. The joint crackled as I filled my lungs with the coarse smoke.
I thought I would caugh, but I managed to hold the smoke down pretty well. And with a sense of accomplishment I took another hit, deeper this time. Then another.
"Hey, are you going to keep that all to yourself?" Barbara said.
I mumbled an excuse and my hand trembled as I passed the joint over to her. The pot immediately went to my head, and man it felt good! Someone changed the music and 'Doin' it' with LL Cool J came out of the speakers. Even I knew that one, and soon everybody started throbbing and grinding to the slow, sexy tune. Several couples started making out.
'Barbie' turned around in front of me and started rocking her round hips invitingly, with the thin red fabric stretching so tight around her ass, it might as well had been painted on. I looked over at Amy, and there she was, sandwiched right between the Tyler brothers. My two sworn adversaries were practically grinding their dicks up against her and she didn't seem to mind at all. She just kept doing the naughty dance with her lips half parted and her eyes half closed.
"Fuck it!" I thought and bumped into Barbara from behind. I placed my hands on her hips and mashed my once again raging boner against her bulging round ass. "Mmmhh yes, dance with me, Matt," she moaned as she pushed her ass up against me and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer to her neck. Her womanly scent and feeling of her warm and firm buttocks against my crotch was intoxicating, and with one hand I caressed the side of her thigh, pulling her dress up little, while I tugged on her shoulder strap with the other.
I glanced in Amy's direction and she and the Tyler's were still at it. I got a cold shiver down my back when I suddenly saw that the intrusive brothers each had a hand placed on her tits. |