the celebration is in full swing by the time I arrive, laughing and happy chatter surround me as I take a steadying breathe and step out of my car. I’m so nervous, I’m a terrible actress, and this day will be long. music is floating from the sound system’s large speakers, and the drinks are plentiful. A cluster of tables are nestled under a large oak tree, tiny lights draped from its branches. A voice calls my name, and I hone in on a waving figure at one of the tables. That would be the birthday girl. I wave to her and walk over. After a few minutes of chatting I excuse myself to go to the makeshift bar in one of the outbuildings. I can’t believe how many people are here, family, friends, people I’ve never met, some I have. An older man stands behind the wet bar and asks me what I want …. after requesting a double of whiskey, I gaze around at the lights, the littering of antique signs, and the smiling faces. As I accept my drink, I here a voice that sends a shiver down to my pussy, sending it into an instant throb. My instincts want me to whirl around and throw my arms around your neck, but through sheer will I turn slowly, forcing a bored expression onto my face and busy myself by taking a sip. I meet your gaze over the rim of my tumbler and realize you saw me before I saw you. your moss and gold eyes don’t waver as you hold me captive from 10 feet away, those tingles increasing 10 fold. I smile, offer a casual greeting to you, and make my way back to the picnic tables. I try and force my attention to the conversation flowing around me, but every ounce of my being is focused on you. Standing outside the metal building, hands in your pockets, laughing at something an older man is saying. I pretend to scan the gathering, and find myself watching you. You must feel my eyes on you, because inevitably every time I find you in the crowd you look up, piercing me with a stare that melts panties. Unsettled, I throw myself back into the conversation, desperately trying to distract myself from your presence. At dinner, you decide to torture me by sitting beside me, albeit with your body turned away to face the person to your right, and your scent alone almost sends me into subspace. I inch away, trying to avoid physical touch, when you smoothly turn back to face your plate and brush the entire left side of your body against mine. Forearm pressing directly into my breast. I swallow a moan, and quickly excuse myself from the table, avoiding you. Excruciatingly slowly, the evening fades to night and the drinking increases, and i note you’ve been nursing a glass too. It looks like you are avoiding me as well now, although the looks you give me when no one is looking make me clench. I am careful though, only to taking small sips and pacing myself. I can’t afford to lose control and expose us. “I’m going to lose my mind” , I think to myself, and decide impulsively to down the shot whiskey I’ve been carrying around as a prop. I want you. this is impossible, and I am going to combust or go mad. I march up into the abandoned bar, closing the door behind me. the bottles have long since been deployed amongst the crowd, and find a near empty bottle of bourbon, pour my own shot , down it, then shrug at the remaining contents of the bottle and drink that too. I stand there. Staring at the counter in a daze. Uncertain how to proceed. Dammit. . I could have left if I hadn’t just drank that. Now I have to wait. I lean my head back, and let out a frustrated groan. I turn forwards the door and bump into your chest, I didn’t hear you come in. I jump backwards, but your hands are already around my upper arms, and pulling me back into, forcing me against your chest. “ kitty” you whisper, and one hand shifts into my hair, caressing. I let out a tiny sob, and nuzzle closer, just for a minute. I relax further against you, and speak into your chest, my voice muffled in your shirt, “ this is so hard “. You pull on my hair, tilting my neck back so my face is angled up at yours . Then your hands cup my face and lean down, “ Ive missed you baby “ you say, and I smell the whiskey on your breathe and note your wild eyes right before your lips meet mine. My brain screams abort but my body recognizes the one who owns her and immediately becomes pliable and needy. I moan, letting you taste my mouth and you groan in response , one hand wrapping around my back, the other drifting down to clutch at my breast. The sound you make sends a torrent of liquid to the juncture of my thighs and I instinctively press my pelvis against yours. You press back into me, using both hands to hold my hips to yours and i can feel your hard length through our clothes. I whimper, a small pleading sound, and realize my arms are around your neck. You are devouring my mouth at this point, and your hands reach down to slide up my skirt, moving my panties to the side to feel me. I know you have drank more than I thought, and it will be up to me to stop this, but the touch of your strong fingers against the tender folds of my pussy make me quiver. You spin me around, push me over to sprawl across the bar, and kneel behind me, your face in my folds as you lick my ass and pussy like it’s your last meal. Frantic with want but terrified I try and push against your face , you hold me tight. When I start spasming you stand up, yank down your pants and stuff me full with your big length. We both moan under our breath and you thrust in earnest , me arching into you in time . a moment later I’m fluttering and gasping as I come on your cock. My legs are shaking when you pull me back into you. your hand grips mine on the counter , fingers intertwined with mine , and with a low growl you empty your balls inside me. Your nose is in my hair whispering how good I feel, as we both breathe and soak in the physical touch. . Voices approach and you quickly yank my skirt down, zip up your pants and swipe the empty bourbon off the counter . You turn around with an easy grin on your face, and meet the newcomers. “ We were just looking for more whiskey” . Holding up the empty bottle you shake it and say “ looks like we drank it all “ . The men laugh and as a group we head back onto the lawn . You follow the men towards a game of beer pong, but look over your shoulder first and mouth “ good girl “ .