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When she finally could stand, Jennifer retrieved a towel from the bathroom to clean up. She pressed it against her pussy, and shivered slightly, still aroused and very sensitive.
She stared at the wet spot on the floor. This was definitely a first. Her orgasm had been extremely intense. She couldn’t help but think that imagining Will fucking her had been the reason.
She quickly wiped up the mess, throwing the towel with the others in a hamper.
The tops of her stockings were damp but that couldn’t be helped.
Jennifer’s fantasy had thrown off her schedule and she had to hurry if she was going to be ready on time. She quickly did her hair, deciding to let it hang loose. Bright red lipstick to match the dress put the final touches on her makeup.
Stepping into the dress she pulled it up, zipping the back. She smoothed out a couple wrinkles, checking herself in the mirror.
At that moment the phone rang.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Bonjour, this is the front desk,” a man said over the line. “Your car is waiting Mademoiselle.”
“Oh, okay thanks. I’ll be right down,” she replied and hung up the phone.
*So, this is what the note meant by nine o’clock*, she thought. “Well, here we go.”
Giving herself a once over in the mirror she smiled and spoke to her reflection, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” and left the room.
When she exited the elevator she was greeted by a tall man in a dark suit and chauffeur’s hat. He was the same driver that had picked them up at the airport when they arrived in France.
“The car is this way, if you would like to follow me,” he said politely.
She followed him through the lobby and outside to a black Town Car parked in front of the hotel. He held the door for her then went around and got behind the wheel. He pulled away from the curb and expertly merged with the busy traffic.
Jennifer tried to make small talk with the driver, and while polite, he wasn’t overly talkative.
Eventually she gave up and sat back staring out the window at the city. It had stopped raining but everything was still wet, herself included.
It wasn’t long before they turned off the main road. A few minutes later they passed through iron gates placed in a high stone wall that surrounded a large estate. Jennifer recognized it immediately as one of the properties she had helped her company sell that afternoon and her curiosity grew.
The car stopped near the entrance behind another vehicle. She waited for the couple ahead of them to make their way toward the house. They were both dressed very well. He wore a tuxedo, she a lovely blue dress.
“Thank you,” she said to the driver, who acknowledged her with a nod.
Her door was opened and she was helped out of the car by a rather tall, thin man in a dark suit. One of the staff for tonight’s party she assumed.
Jennifer started toward the entrance, lit by bright lamps when he said, “Don’t forget your mask Mademoiselle.”
“Excuse me, my what?”
“Your mask. For the party,” he said, presenting her with a feathery mask.
“Thank you,” she said, somewhat confused. Taking it from him she turned and walked up the path, following the couple. At the entrance, two doormen ushered guests inside making sure they had donned their masks.
Jennifer played along and was greeted when she entered. She had absolutely no idea who it was she was speaking with as the woman herself wore a similar mask. She was young, about Jennifer’s age and slightly shorter with blond hair.
“Welcome,” the woman greeted her, “I’m glad you could make it. Please enjoy yourself.” Her voice seemed familiar but Jennifer couldn’t place it at the moment.
The blonde showed Jennifer into an adjacent room filled with other party goers before returning to her post near the entrance. The greeting, she discovered was a generic one as she heard the woman say the same to man that arrived just after her. Maybe she was mistaken about the voice.
She was feeling a little confused and out of place, and was about to ask what was going on when someone at the end of the room spoke loudly, asking for everyone’s attention.
“I would like to thank everyone for coming this evening. We have a very special night planned so please enjoy yourselves,” announced a large man Jennifer would guess was in his sixties.
As he spoke, several women entered carrying trays filled with glasses of champagne and circulated through the guests.
Jennifer’s mouth hung open as she gawked at the servers. The host continued to speak and people listened, but she tuned him out and just stared.
It was their ‘uniform’, if you could call it that, that struck Jennifer as odd. They wore high heels, stockings and a tiny apron that covered almost nothing. That was it.
“Champagne?” offered one of the women.
“Ahhh….yes thank you,” she stammered, taking a glass.
As the girl went passed, Jennifer saw that the server was naked under the apron, her ass swaying as she walked away.
“A toast,” their host was saying. “To old friends and new.”
The crowd toasted their host, but Jennifer ignored this and watched as one of the other guests waved a server over. As he took a glass from the tray he placed his hand on the girl’s bare ass. She stood there while he groped her as if this was perfectly normal. His female companion exchanged her glass while she reaching under the front of the apron. Jennifer saw her hand moving, clearly fingering the serving girl who stood stiff as a statue. When they had had their fun they thanked her and moved on.
*What the hell was this*? Jennifer thought.
People around her were socializing, chatting and laughing while they sipped their champagne. No one seemed to think that several mostly naked women passing out drinks was at all, out if the ordinary. They must have attended this sort of party before.
Still stunned, Jennifer drifted into an adjoining room. Here, in the centre of the room other women lay on tables, hors d’oeuvres covering them, their naked bodies like human serving trays. One had an array of cheeses fanned out across her torso, another puffed pastries. One was covered in sliced vegetables, several dips in bowls placed between her legs.
Guests caressed the women, fingers brushing nipples as they filled small plates.
Six men standing along one wall and looking like Chippendale dancers, wearing only a bow tie and cuffs, served wine. Jennifer noticed they were in various states of arousal, one of them was fully erect. A woman gripped his cock firmly, stroking it slowly while he poured her drink, nearly making him spill.
Jennifer heard the woman’s friend say, “Lucy, leave the poor man alone. If you keep that up he’s going to make a mess.”
“Fine,” said he woman named Lucy, her lower lip stuck out in an exaggerated pout. As they turned to leave she said, “I’ll be back,” and blew him a kiss. The women walked away arm in arm, giggling.
Jennifer was now having second thoughts about her decision to attend this party. She could get kinky from time to time but this was bordering on downright weird. She needed some fresh air to clear her head.
She soon found her way back to the entrance. There was a commotion up ahead, something was happening but she couldn’t see what it was and had to squeeze past several people.
The foyer was dominated by a large marble staircase that curved up to the second floor. About a third of the way up, a man – one of the guests she presumed- lay on the stairs, his pants undone. A woman sat a step below him, leaning over, her head in his lap, eagerly sucking his cock.
Other guests were congregating to watch the show. Some just looked on while others voiced encouraging words.
An Asian woman pushed gently past Jennifer walking straight for the stairs and climbed them until she was standing beside the couple. She stood there watching as the other woman continued, then in one fluid motion she straddled the man’s head, lifted her skirt and lowered herself onto his face. She pressed her pussy against him, grinding into his face, fucking his mouth. The man reaching up to grasp her thighs, and began eagerly sucking and licking. A cheer arose from someone in the back.
Jennifer found that she was getting caught up in the crowd‘s excitement. She had to admit, as strange as this party was, it aroused something deep in her as she watched this erotic scene. She could tell she was wet again, her pussy yearning to be touched like that, and for a moment she secretly wished it was her on those stairs.
Someone near her in the crowd was watching just as intently, but his gaze in a different direction than everyone else. It was Jennifer that held his attention. He had been watching her from the moment she arrived. He was the reason she was here. As Jennifer took in the spectacle he watched as her cheeks took on a slightly pinker hue and her chest rose and fell, quicker with each passing minute.
*So, she likes to watch*, he thought. This revelation gave him an idea. He had been wondering how he would proceed with Jennifer and this was the perfect opportunity. The man moved through the spectators until his was directly behind her. She had been lost in her imagination, in her mind it was her on the stairs grinding on that man’s mouth as others watched and cheered, so she did not notice how close he had gotten.
He startled her when he spoke, his warm breath on her ear. She couldn’t make out what he said over the moans coming from the stairs and the onlookers voices. The man drifted away from her, walking down the hall to her left, away from the crowd. He turned briefly to look at her and she saw his eyes flash gold.
“Will?” she called out, but he had already turned away. With a last look at the trio on the stairs she tore herself away and went after him. Jennifer pushed her way through the people, apologizing as she went, trying to keep him in sight. She caught a glimpse of him as he entered an open doorway on the right, further down the hall. Hurrying after him she stepped through the entrance into an almost completely dark room.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ajc2ah/hidden_pleasures_chapter_3_fmffmastoral
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