[F]ucking so[M]eone else’s very hot date at a dinner party surrounded by guests

This is a story of how a bit of a tall tale from my teens led me to one very interesting and hot situation involving a stunning girl, her unaware date and surrounded by a group of people. Some I knew, some I didn’t.

Firstly though a little bit of back story when I was in my final years of school, part of our final year two years involved a trial scheme were we had to get work experience for a term to prepare us for employment in the real world. At time I had a weekend and evening part-time job in a hospital so felt I was getting plenty of work experience by actually working and getting paid for it. And the thought of being someones errand boy did not sound very appealing.

I was friendly with the physiotherapy department staff most in the hospital. When I was skiving off work I would hang out down there and chat with them most. I asked the head nurse who was always fond of me, if she would mind if I said I done work experience in their clinic on the days we were allocated. She was happy to oblige. So for the few months of each work experience term. I had nice lazy days while everyone else I knew was partaking in slave labour being gofers. I dared not tell my class mates or friends the truth of my non work experience in fear of spite they may expose me.

Anyways because the head nurse was so fond of me she gave me a glowing report of how great I was and I should really consider physiotherapy as a chosen profession as I have a gift for it and gave me top marks for my work experience and abilities, which resulted in me getting highest in the class. This led to me having to present a end of year presentation to my class on why I would like to do this as a profession and having me read out some of my diaries which I totally made up the day before they were due and mostly involved tales of great improvement of mobility of patients who attened the clinic under my healing hands.

So the tall tale sort of spiraled out of that and I was seen as a physiotherapy prodigy in the making by my friends. Which I found amusing. But most of my adult life they have all believed this was my true calling and I chose to ignore it for whatever crazy reason.

Now that is out of the way, my story. I was at a gathering a friend threw a few years ago. The plan was a seafood platter dinner event, followed by good music and some drinking late in to the night. Over starters we are all talking and I am trying to take my mind off the oncoming sea food which I am not a fan of by staring at a pretty girl at the other end of the table. A cocky well dressed guy I had never met before is talking about how he almost didn’t make it as his date pulled something in her neck and she was apprehensive about attending due to the discomfort she was feeling. He is referring to her as a bit of a baby, a hypochondriac and how she can’t be taken anywhere with out something happening. He had a smarmy way about him I personally didn’t like. His dinner date however turned out to be the girl I have been staring at most of the night. She is in her late 20’s, beautiful, petite, long dark hair, amazing blue eyes, great lips and just a real eye catching stunner.

I had noticed her since she walked in the room and had tried not to make it too obvious I had been staring, but she had me in awe of her beauty. A few of my friends chime in and say how I have healing hands and she should let me see to her neck. So he asks me “if you don’t mind horse would you take a look?” and then his date looks at me and says with a smile she “would really appreciate it” if I could take a look.

I of course can’t say no to a pretty face and not being a seafood fan I am very happy to skip the oncoming dinner all together, so I say “yes sure let me take a look”. I should add before I go any further I may have little physio experience but I have done my fair share of massages in my time and do like to think I am pretty good at them.

She gets up and I ask her to come over to a chair in the living-room as the rest of the group carry on eating. She has an incredible body and is in a short, strapless, floral, summer, dress and she is incredibly difficult not to check out, such is her beauty and draw.

I ask her to sit up on a hard chair that is in living room, to tie her hair up as I stand behind her. I can feel her tension as soon as I place my hand on her shoulders. I start to rub her shoulders very gently at first and being very careful with my touch just in case it is something serious and not wanting to do permanent or further damage.

I am a pretty tall, strong, stocky guy, I also have pretty big hands. I am also aware of my power and strength but I have quite a gentle and tender touch for a guy of my size and strength. I also believe in the effectiveness of touch when it comes to interaction and intimacy. So factoring all that I like to start extra gentle with my touch.

As I start to rub her shoulders and place my hands up her neck I can feel some of the tension already lifting. I tell her she is very knotted up and I think I should get some oil, she responds “whatever you think, I can already feel it easing so you obviously know what you are doing. So keep going and do what you need to do”. I nod at her confidently to give the impression that I got this.

I go to the kitchen and they have coconut oil in a cabinet so I just take the jar, a cloth and a spoon back with me. And rub some oil in my hands and go back to placing my hands on her shoulders letting oil warm up and gently moving my hands up and down her neck. As I work my hands and fingers with with the oil I can feel her relaxing more and more, as the oil does its magic. I can hear small but audible little pleasure sounds just as I find my rhythm and routine. Hands and fingers running up and down her shoulders and now ever so slightly down her neck and back. As I grip her shoulders a little firmer I can hear her moan and she of course embarrassed tries cover it up with a fake embarrassed cough. I carry on moving lower down back and neck and arms.

The tension continuing to melt away from her, as I reach for more oil and make sure the oil and my touch are working their magic on her neck and shoulders. The noises continue from her but her attempts to mask them start to become less and less. Now aware she is finally relaxing and to try not make it seem like I have noticed or am aware of her reactions, I let on to be blissfully unaware as I carry on with the massage.

I can see in the reflection of the giant TV in the living room, all her reactions as I move my hand to certain areas. For instance when I move my hand up the back of her neck just behind her ear, she crosses her legs so tightly. When my hand touches her back especially around her spine she starts to bite on her lower lip. As I touch around her neck she make the most audible of noises and in the reflection I can she her face react and her open her legs wide and try straddle seat. All the while she is breathing heavier and deeper too.

As my hand is on her neck, I am still aware not to over step her personal space and ask does she mind if I can go any lower. Her response is a very sharp and fast response of “yes please just do what you need to do”. So I move my hand lower down her neck and chest. I am teasingly close to her breasts and I can feel her heart pulsating. She is breaking out in tiny goose bumps and I can see the hairs on her neck standing. Her legs are wide open and she is gripping the chair in the reflection on the TV. As I rub finger tips around neck, I move down chest and place hands on her upper breast. She is now breathing so hard and struggling to sit still on the chair. I ask can she pull down dress slightly lower as not to get oil on it. She says nothing but obliges and exposes more of her breasts by pulling down dress more.

They are on the smaller side but they are perky and from what I am touching, they feel so damn good. Part of me wants my hand to just go further down but I am hesitant. As I move back up chest I say. “Can I go a bit lower?” With out hesitation she lowers dress lower so its just above nipples. As I look down I can see her hard nipples. I change my standing position.

I stand in front of her now able to look over to the table of the others, they are all busy eating and talking among each other and not at all interested in what we are doing. I look down at her, the first time our faces have looked at each other since I started the massage and she is looking at me passionately, provocatively and seductively. Her lower lip being bitten harder and her eyes fixed on mine. I say I need to go lower and she just nods, eyes continuing to be focused on mine. I lower her dress for her, exposing her breasts and start to run my hands all over them. I’m caressing them, playing with her nipples and she is trying desperately not to moan loud by biting on her lip even harder. The touch of her skin the feel of her soft tits and hard nipples starting to arouse me.

Her gaze and reaction is such a turn on and I am so aware of the effect my touch is having on her. As my hands are playing with her nipples, her date calls over in a demeaning belittling tone as if his night is being ruined and asks is the patient feeling any better? I don’t even react to the risk of being possibly caught in the act and keep my hands where they are and just carry on. She responds “so much better”. As she says “better” I pinch both her nipples hard and she lets out a wicked smile. Her plump lips indented with teeth marks from how hard she has been biting.

The sounds of plates being gathered stops me going any further, as I fix her dress back above her chest and she stands up and thanks me. The chair below her is left visibly soaked with her being so aroused. She quickly goes to the bathroom and I intend to follow but first I tell the group that I need to use bathroom too, as my hands are covered in oil and it just gets everywhere as I use a cloth to wipe the chair dry.

As I walk to the bathroom she is leaving, but she stops in her tracks as I approach. I say “I am not done with you yet” and she follows me back in to bathroom.

I lift her dress high above her, and she has no underwear on. Her juices are running down her legs and I place my hand between them and say “my hand should have went there too”. She says “I know”.

We step in to the shower and I drop my pants and boxers and begin to fuck her against the shower wall. My cock bulging and so swollen. As I press it deep in to her tight pussy. As I thrust my throbbing hard cock in her she is squirming as she is that tight.

Aware time is limited and we both can’t be gone long. I waste no time in fucking her hard and with real purpose. As her legs wrap around me against wall. I know I need to fuck her harder, faster and deeper. So after a few more hard, forceful hard thrusts of pushing all my might into her. I put her down, bend her over and fuck her doggy style. I can hear sounds of voices and music coming on. And instead of fear or even worry, it only encourages me to fuck her harder. I can feel her pussy throbbing as I push deeper and deeper. She is desperately trying to be quiet but failing as I carry on pounding and pounding. Noises from both of us intensifying. The whole experience is both exhilarating, exciting and a little terrifying. We are both so built up and the risk factor so great. It is a quick primal but monumental fuck.

I pull out just before we both orgasm and cum all over her lower back and between her ass cheeks, my creamy thick sperm covering her. She can barely breathe bent over still as I see her pussy gaping and her juices running down her. All she can say is “wow, fuck that was so good and did that just happen…” trying to regain her surroundings.

I cheekily ask “how is the neck now?” And she even more cheekily responds “just what the doctor ordered” as she puts dress back on. We have barely anytime to talk before we can hear people asking where we got to? We both clean ourselves off with a towel and she leaves, declaring me to be a miracle worker to the group and how good she now feels.

When I get out I make sure the towel and the cloth is placed for the laundry as its covered in ‘coconut oil’ among other things.

The rest of the night is spent listening to good music and me wondering how my tall tale has led to what just happened and how me and this girl potentially have some unfinished business as I catch her looking over at me.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7kdi7c/fucking_someone_elses_very_hot_date_at_a_dinner