Just a bit of fun for everyone. All comments welcome.
He sat back in his chair, watching the dinner party go on around him. The Admiral, the host was making his way from guest to guest, thanking them for the birthday dinner. But Peters’s eyes were elsewhere, watching... The red head at the food table. She hadn’t come in uniform, but instead wore a long, fitted skirt and a turtleneck sweater, it was delicious. She turned, and was intercepted by a friend.
He watched her make conversation, watched her half-smiles, knew she was bored. Her eyes strayed as she talked and then found him. He smiled at her. She found a way to excuse herself and then started toward him, eyes lit, hips swaying... She sat beside him and crossed her legs. "Atleast the food looks good," she said.
He slid his arm around the back of her chair, just content to watch her. She picked an olive off her salad and deflty fitted her pinky finger into the cut-out hole. "Want one?" she offered him her olived
finger. He leaned in. She extended her finger toward him. Eyes on her, he closed his mouth around her finger, popping the olive off with his tongue. Her lips curled mischievously, smiling a smile for no one else but him. Pulling her finger from his mouth, she cupped her hand on the side of his face and then kissed him softly.
He sighed as her lips left his, and chewed his olive. It was like magic. She was his...
"How much longer do we have to stay here," she whispered. Atleast another hour," he answered. She pouted, flashing her disappointed gaze in his direction. He shifted the arm around her chair so he could touch her, and caressed her shoulder. "I’d rather be with you..." she murmered, "alone..." And she lifted another olive off her plate, extending it to him. He sucked it into his mouth, running his tongue along her finger, keeping his eyes on her. She shifted, smiling and then slowly pulled her finger from his mouth. They sat a moment in silence and
then she leaned close."Follow me." She rose, and walked calmly toward the back of the room, disappearing into the hall.Peter watched her go and then stood, stretching, nonchalontly. He nodded hello to a few people and then continued casually toward the hall. She was waiting just inside the doorway and took his hand.
"Come," she whispered, and led him further away from the party."Julia," he murmered, "where are you going?" "I don’t know..." she giggled. "How can you-" She pushed open a door to her right and found the master
bedroom. "What do you think?" she asked playfully, "I don’t think so..." and she kept moving, tugging him along after her. She opened the next door and saw it was the bathroom. "Here!" she laughed and then pulled him after her, inside. "What?" She shut the door behind them and then locked it. He faced her, a bit confused. She leaned on the door, smiling that knowing smile. "Julia..." he warned. She crooked her finger at him, gesturing for him to come closer. As he did, she slid her arms up and around his neck, drawing him to her... He leaned in and kissed her lips, loving how she kissed him back, mouth open to his. Her hand travelled down his chest and then began opening his pants, and he stiffened. "Julia," he warned, chuckling.She kissed him again, sighing against him as her hand worked down, inside... to feel him. She giggled, finding him
already... eager, and then kissed him again. Her fingers stroked his length, enjoying the feel of him in her hands, and his kisses intensified. He pressed her against the door, moving his lips to her neck, her ear, holding her hips with his hands, sliding his touch up under her sweater. His fingers closed around her breast and squeezed it gently. He nuzzled his face against her neck, breathing her smell, kissing her
skin... while his other hand gathered her skirt. She helped him, working to lower her stockings and then kick
them off... she took off her shoes and then met his waiting mouth again, kissing him fully.He held her skirt at her waist and felt her slide her leg up onto his hip; he ran his hand down along her bare skin and then slipped it in between, finding her silky wet... He kissed her slowly, as he began
to caress her and then smiled against her lips. He bent down, fitting her leg over his shoulder and then rose up between them. Holding her hips, he buried his face in her, drinking in her smell... he opened his mouth and tasted her, running his tongue along her curves, listening to her sounds above him.He licked her, needing to taste her everywhere, sucking gently on her, feeling her fingers tighten around his head. He brought
his fingers up and pushed them into her, intent on pleasing her, watching as her body closed around his knuckles, covering them with wetness... Her hips moved, pulsing almost... and he brought his mouth back to her, nibbling on her. Her pulsing grew stronger and he retracted, pulling his fingers free, stretching her as he slid them out. She let out a soft moan, coaxing him on. He smiled to himself, and then slid his fingers back through her wetness, and worked them back into her. Her sighs were delicious, as was the feel of her, pulling tight around his fingers. He rose, slowly, his hand still embedded in her, caressing her,
finding that silken spot inside... making her squirm back against the door. He held her leg at his hip and bent to kiss her neck. Her hips pulsed again and he pulled free of her.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him...He kissed her mouth and pressed himself against her, rubbing her with his hardened length. She whispered encouragement to him and he pushed himself into her, loving how she expanded around him.She squirmed back against the door, against the towels that hung there, knocking one loose. He stayed still in her, holding her hips to his, feeling her adjust to him.
She rotated her hips, fitting him inside her... and then she smiled. He pulsed in and out, gently, using short thrusts, and she pulsed with him. He leaned against her and kissed her deeply, feeling
her pulsing grow stronger. He pulled back, easing out of her slowly, watching as she sighed in delight. He took her hands in his and pinned them to the door behind her, and then pushed back in, deliberately, feeling her spread around him all over again. There was a knock on the door behind them. Julia's eyes flew open and she stared at him, smiling. "Just a minute," she called, desperately trying to even her voice.
Peter pulled her from the door and leaned her back over the sink. She grabbed hold of the counter below her as he pushed deep inside her. She put one foot on the toilet cover, spreading wider, giggling as he slid into her again and again, she thrusted with him, holding onto the counter, biting her lip to keep from making noise.
He thrusted harder and deeper, holding her hips, watching her struggle to remain quiet, even as she came, how her head dropped back, her mouth falling open. He worked harder, feeling her tighten again, he came with her throbbing within her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, trapping him inside her, and then sat up straight to kiss him. "I think we should go home," she whispered. He nodded and then pulled back from her. "Clean up," she giggled, searching for her own shoes and stockings. He ran the water in the sink and cupped it to his face.There was another knock on the door. "Be right out!" she called again, struggling to pull on her clothes. He tucked in his shirt, and then studied himself in the mirror. It looked fine. She pushed in next to him. "You had to kiss off all my lipstick," she sighed, and then frowned. "You walk out first, and they’ll never notice me," she laughed and then hid behind him as they opened the door, and returned to the party.