It was a house party, your friends had just moved into a big house and were celebrating with quite the rager. Music was loud, booze was flowing, and the atmosphere was surprisingly clublike. You actually couldn’t believe how well the party turned out. You were wearing your “leave little to the imagination” red dress that was downright tantalizing. Your tits were barely remaining covered and you knew just how far you could bend over before your pussy would peak out. You knew you looked good, and everyone else damn well did as well.
His eyes found you from across the room, hard to miss in that dress. The figure, the absolute carefree aura that was illuminating from you, he knew he had to have you before the night was over. He was the “too cool for anyone” at the party type, maybe a little over dressed in his expensive sport coat, and finely tailored pants. Obviously drinking a glass of whiskey on the rocks and mingling with a few others, but not really showing much interest. Your eyes locked, you knew he was trouble, but you couldnt resist.