As you coast down the long winding driveway, the house comes finally comes into view. It is imposing, but elegant. The brick facade is interrupted by the stone accents around the windows. The gardens Leading to the entrance are neat but unfussy, and the first blooms are just peaking through.
You pull to the entrance and a man in a red coat opens the door and offers you his hand as you exit the car. You are careful as you swing your legs to the stones as the long black dress you are wearing has a slit nearly to your hip, and your are wearing nothing underneath it.
You hand the valet your keys and walk to the large iron front door. An older man in a tuxedos welcomes you and notes the locations of the bar, restrooms, and catering.
Not exactly sure what you are doing there you thank him and find your way to the bar. You knew Jack in high school, but haven’t heard from him in years. You knew he had started his own fund after leaving his firm, but hadn’t heard much else.
No matter what he had done in the years since you knew him, he certainly knew how to throw a party. You wander the house, not knowing a single other person at the party. You look for Jack, even ask about him, but no one has seen him. In fact, you learn that he often doesn’t make an appearance at these parties.
After exhausting every room of the party, your curiosity gets the best of you and you slip under the velvet rope across the stairs and make your way to the second floor.
Down the hall to the right you find an unlit room. There are some couches in the center and statues and paintings lining the wall. As you admire the art you find that it is all vaguely erotic, though none explicit, save for a tasteful nude of Venus in the corner. Nevertheless, you find yourself tracing your finger down the arm of a statue of Apollo, before moving on to the next piece.
Past the couches there is a pair of large doors open to a balcony. You step out onto the terrace. The sky is clear and you can see what seems like every star there has ever been.
You step to the railing, and feel a slight breeze. It cuts through your dress just enough to remind you that beneath the flowing fabric, you are bare to the world. You aren’t quite sure why you chose to leave that little black throng at home, but as you were dressing, thinking about seeing Jack after all these years, it just felt a little exciting.
You lose yourself in thought until you hear a gentle “Hello Scarlet.”
The words startle you so much you jump. Jack is sitting in a chair to your right and slightly behind you. You jump at his words and realize he has been out there the whole time. You also wonder if you had actually been swaying your hips to the feel of the breeze or if you had just felt like you had been.
Jack stands, his black suit perfectly tailored to display his toned body. The black bow tie hanging, untied from his neck.
He stands next to you on the terrace “It’s just beautiful isn’t it.”
Still a bit surprised, you reply “It’s gorgeous.”
Jack stares off into the stars as your eyes, seemingly operating of their own free will, take in his form. He is still the same as the boy you knew, but also completely different. His features harder, his body more defined. His shoulders now frame the figure of a man who controls any room he enters.
Once your eyes have had their fill, you skip the normal pleasantries and skip to the question on your mind, “Jack, what am I doing here?”
Jack turns to you and looks you deep in the eyes, seeing you as no one has ever seen you. “Because I think about you and wanted to see you.”
As he places his hand on the bare skin of your shoulder you are taken with how frank he is.
Your eyes still connected, for now what feels like an eternity, your feel your heart begin to race. The warm hand on you arm, you can feel how much you want him.
“Why did you come?”
“Because I want you.”
Before you can flush with embarrassment Jack’s lips are pressed against yours. He kisses you hard as you melt into the arms he has wrapped around you. You breath in the moment as you feel every hard muscle of his body.
Jack brakes the kiss and locks eyes with you. You regain your composure enough to stand and return his gaze.
“Can I show you the rest of my home?” Jack asks you.
Before you can answer he offers you his arm and you walk back through the gallery to a long hall. He takes you through each room, telling you about select pieces of art and and furniture that are meaningful to him. He asks you about your tastes in art and no matter what you answer he always seems to have a pice of just that style within a couple steps.
As you near the end of the hallway there you hear a strange noise coming from the door next to you. Jack touches his finger to his lips as he opens the door to a private study. Through the crack in the door you can see woman, naked, straddling and riding another of Jack’s guests. Her hair, brown, mostly covers her face as it is tossed with every thrust. She squeezes her small pale breasts and pink nipples as the man is helpless to her whims.
Entranced by the sight, you feel Jack, who is pressed behind you, becoming excited by the sight. You rock your hip subtly as you watch, knowing you are driving him wild.
Jack slides his hands down your arm and up your side. His soft but strong hands begging drawing you in.
You gasp as he moves to your chest, massaging your breasts through your dress. The deep v neck line now allowing his hands inside to fondle them bare. Jack squeezes your breasts and punches your nipple softly as you watch the woman on the couch nears climax.
You press your ass harder into Jack as his pants now can barely contain his arousal. Your bare pussy now wet and hot, begging for anything.
You feel Jack’s hot breath on your neck as he kisses it hard. Then sucking. Then biting. As you near a frenzy you grab Jack’s hand and guide it though the slit in your dress and onto your bare, wet pussy.
Jack wastes no time and begins to massage your clit, firm but slow. The woman panting and mining on the man beneath her, now now more than a body for her pleasure.
Jack’s fingers enter you as you feel him biting lower on your neck near the ridge of your collar bone. As your legs begin to quiver, you slide your hands between you and take a firm grasp of his cock through his pants. It is large and hard and you can feel he is ready for you.
Jack’s fingers deep inside you now work more intensely. You shudder and moan. The woman hears and sees you, but is too deep into her own pleasure to care.
Jack then grabs you and presses your hands against the wall. He lifts your dress up over your ass and slide his hand down it.
Then, he is inside of you. All of him. Big and hard, he press into your from behind. You moan again, now louder, but the couple on the couch is beyond noticing. You can feel Jack’s strong legs as he presses into you, his hands on your hips and his thighs thrusting hard into the back of yours.
Jack thrusts harder as he pulls on your nipple rings, just enough to pinch. The sounds of pleasure mixing in the air. The couple on the couch cumming together as you feel Jack’s thrusts quickening.
Jack slides one finger between your legs as you feel you orgasm approach. The pressure on your clit, the thrusting of his cock, he hand on your breast….sensation overtakes you.
Harder…..
Deeper….
Then, it breaks and you feel you body pulse with pleasure as Jack fills you with his cum.
Jack turns you and kisses you deeply. He hold you up until you are ready to stand. As you catch your breath he turns to you and simply asks. “Shall we return to the party?”
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