[MF] Hooked up with an older, married woman at a house party last Saturday…

One of my best friends was celebrating his 30th last weekend, so I drove a few hours to celebrate. He’s inherited a huge family house with land, and had set up a marquee with a DJ, and was giving up the spare bedrooms for guests to crash. When I got there, he broke the news that I was sharing a room with him, on his floor – not my first choice, but at least it didn’t mean I had to leave and travel to a hotel.

It’s an old place, with one shower, and as I was walking up the stairs to his room after cleaning up, I passed another bedroom with the door open. A pretty blonde woman, kneeling just inside the doorway, doing her make-up in the mirror. ‘Annabel,’ she reminded me with a smile, and we shook hands briefly, kissing on the cheek. I’d met her at another party, a couple of years ago. She was married now, I discovered during our quick, friendly chat, but her husband was staying at home to finish some work project. She asked me if I thought she should change into a dress and heels, as it looked muddy outside.

‘Sure,’ I told her. ‘It’s a party, an excuse to dress up.’

She liked my encouragement and headed to the bathroom to change, telling me to help myself to her champagne. I took the bottle from the dressing table and was halfway through a glass when she came back, wearing a sleek, silky yellow dress, her feet bare. It was long, but it really clung to her slim figure and pert little boobs. I didn’t hide the fact that I was looking her up and down.

‘Wow,’ I said. ‘Definitely.’

‘Thanks! See you later, then…’

I left her to finish getting ready, and caught up with her later at the party, when things were really underway – dancing, lots and lots of drinking, and a few couples already sneaking off into the trees around the house for some privacy. This time she was a lot more affectionate, reaching up to me as we talked – I’m 6’2 and she was petite, even with heels – and pulling me down so we could hear each other above the music. It almost felt like we were about to kiss as our faces came close, and my mouth was next to her ear. I could tell she was enjoying the flirting, though it was still officially innocent – she wasn’t doing anything wrong. We even talked about work, and her new business. She said I should be a trial client – some bullshit, I’m sure, but I didn’t care, and took her number.

I began flaking out at around 2am, after my long trip, and knowing I’d have to get up early for the journey back. I went up to my friend’s room, stripped to boxers and tried to get warm under flimsy covers, on top of a mattress. The music was still thumping outside, I was shivering, slightly drunk and feeling frustrated after all that flirtation with her – she was the only girl I’d really focused on all evening.

I heard movement in the house – doors closing, water running – and decided to reach for my phone and text her.

‘Hi, you still outside?’

‘…’

While I waited for the reply I started to regret it, wondering if I was coming across as desperate or creepy.

‘…’

I knew she was writing. I lay back and stared at my phone until her message popped up.

‘Just got into bed.’ A pause. ‘You?’

I typed, my fingers trembling a little. ‘Same here, I’m in Dave’s room. Cold!’

‘…’ I was starting to breathe fast from the anticipation. Maybe something could happen – anyway, it was kind of hot just talking to her while we were both in bed, with her immediately downstairs, one floor below me. I wondered what she was wearing, and imagined her lying there, looking at her phone, thinking about me.

‘It’s warm here,’ was her reply.

‘Lucky,’ I typed. There was a long pause. I lay back down, resigned to the fact that maybe that was the end of the conversation. Then my phone lit up again.

‘Want to join me? I don’t want you to be cold.’

I was up immediately, heading softly down the stairs in the dark, wearing just my boxers. I knocked at her door then pushed it open. Her face was lit by her phone screen, and she was smiling.

‘I take it that’s a yes,’ she said quietly, lifting the covers. I slid in. She was right, her bed was warm, and so was her body. Smooth legs against mine. I was careful not to go too far or too fast, and kept my hands to myself, just resting one on her waist. Bare skin there, between panties with a cotton tank top.

She wriggled around so we were spooning, her back to me, and snuggled in. ‘Hope you’re warmer.’

‘Really warm. Much better,’ I whispered against her neck, giving her a kiss there.

‘Mm,’ she murmured. ‘Nice.’ I was keeping my body away from hers, but she moved back a little so her ass was just brushing against me. I’d been semi-hard even when I came downstairs, and I knew she could feel my thick bulge stiffening against her. We both knew it, but we didn’t say anything about it. She just breathed deeply, and swallowed, staying there rather than moving away.

I was breathing slowly and deeply too, the scent of her hair and the closeness of her body turning me on more by the second. I could feel myself growing, my shaft thickening against her ass through the thin layers of our underwear. Her breathing grew a little faster, but we still didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to be the one who made the next move.

Then she wriggled, and pushed back a little more, rocking her hips so her ass cheeks brushed firmly against my cock. It was jutting directly upward, the head at my boxers waistband, so it fit exactly between her soft cheeks, and the pressure was intense. I let out a long, uneven gasp, right in her ear, letting her know how much of an effect she was having – as if she couldn’t tell.

‘Yeah?’ she whispered.

I bit my lip. ‘Uh-huh.’

She moved her hips again, so her ass cheeks slid down my length and back up. ‘Yeah?’ This time her voice was a gasp.

I moved my hand to her hip, holding her there as I moved against her to the same rhythm, letting her feel every inch slide between her cheeks. She pushed back again, keeping us firmly together, and made a low, sexy sound that just turned me on more.

‘Yeah, that’s it.’ I used my other hand to lift her hair from her neck and kissed her there again.

‘Mmm…’ I could hear the arousal in her voice. She was no doubt trying to control herself, and telling herself that if we only kept grinding through clothes, she could write it off in her mind as an innocent cuddle, pressed tightly together.

I slid my hand up from her waist, over her top and slowly up her side, until my fingers were brushing the small curve of her breast, then when she didn’t stop me, went further and cupped it, feeling her hard nipple through the cotton.

‘Ohh,’ she gasped, and pushed hard back against me.

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**OK more later – should I start a new post, or continue this one? Which is the best etiquette?**

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