A couple observe a nearby garden party while they are otherwise engaged with one another.
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He called her Blue. She wasn’t sad though…she smoldered. He called her Blue because she was like sweet jazz, when she looked at him with those sultry eyes it was like she poured over his soul and covered him.
She was leaning against the railing looking out at the garden; the butler had seen that she had a drink. She sipped a Tom Collins from a frosty glass, as he entered the room; she turned and exhaled a breath of smoke. Smiling at the sight of him she brought the cigarette to her lips and licked it playfully before taking another drag, the smoke curling around her eyes and giving her that look he loved.
He smiled and walked towards her, she looked back at the garden feigning lack of interest. He laughed and took her by the waist and spun her to face him. She gave him a mock look of surprise before melting into his arms and kissing him passionately. She could never resist him, she had no desire too.
The seemed to meld when they kissed, he pulled her against him so hard that they were one for a brief moment. Their mouths hungrily met and their tongues explored each others mouths. He could feel her tight body through her silk dress. Her nipples hardening, her hips pressing into him. She was definitely hungry.
He took her cigarette as they broke the kiss and tossed it out the window . . . She gave him a pouty look and he laughed. Reaching up he brushed the back of his hand against her cheek and then slid it around to the back of her head. Slipping his fingers into her hair he took a huge handful and pulled until her head tilted back and her body stiffened. Pulling her in, he kissed her again, this time only his tongue penetrating her mouth. She was left nearly breathless.
He smiled and motioned for her to place her drink on the window sill, which she did obediently. She felt her knees slightly week just from his kiss; she didn’t want to have glass in her hands if he did anything else. He stepped to the window and looked out at the garden party outside. The proper clothes, the fancy settings. They could not see them standing here, the bushes blocked most of their view and truth be told, the people at the party were far to busy hobnobbing to take notice.
She watched them and smiled and waited. She knew he was having her look at them for a reason. She was trying to figure it out when she felt his hand slide into the top of her dress and grab her right breast. He squeezed her and she grabbed the sill for balance, her knees suddenly week.
She kept watching the party, the gathered crowd walking around like peacocks as he began to pinch her nipple and pull on it. Her breath was coming short and ragged already as he began to bite her neck as well. His kisses and bite went from her ear to her shoulder and then back again and she was worried that she would fall if she lost her grasp on the window sill.
He moved behind her with his normal catlike grace and slid his other hand under her dress as well and began to play with both breasts at once, pinching and squeezing them until she gasped for breath and almost squealed, then releasing and biting her hard. She felt like she was rocking back and forth between sensations and losing her footing in reality.
His hands released her sore breasts and grabbed the silk lace trim of her dress. She tensed and he ripped the beautiful designer gown from her body, shredding the silk and letting it fall away. She was nude except for garters, stockings and heels now as she still stared at the gathered crowd unseen.
His fingers explored her body, quickly sliding down between her legs and feeling how wet her pussy was. One hand violated her, entering her and making her head spin with pleasure. The other grabbed a tit and squeezed so that she had to let out a moan. Clinging desperately to the window he finger fucked her as she watched the people making a toast. They raised their glasses and his thumb rubbed her clit, she shook all over, unable to resist the oncoming orgasm.
She moaned a soft whimper as another finger teased her asshole and she drifted over the edge. He held her tightly but did not stop fingering her as she came, her body quivering and shaking, her knees nearly buckling under her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as she came hard for him.
Still watching the party, she slowly recovered. His hands caressing her now, his kisses reassuring. She was shaking and he handed her, her drink in the tall frosty glass. She took a long sip, the alcohol seeming to soothe her shakes. She nodded that she was Okay and he stepped away. Taking her purse she rummaged until she found her lipstick and reapplied what she had bit off in her passion.
She replaced the lipstick and took out another cigarette. Placing it to her lips she waited, he appeared and lit it for her, she smiled and thanked him and went back to watching the party, feeling her cum dripping down her legs. She heard him leaving the room and did not look back to watch him go.
The butler returned with her fur coat. She set her drink down long enough for him to help her put it on. She took the drink and drained the last of it and gave him the glass.
“I trust the lady had a good time at the party?” He asked escorting her to the front door.
“Yes, it was nice.” She answered.
“Very good, Ma’am. I hope to see you again then, Ma’am.”
She turned to him and smiled. “Oh yes, dear, trust me. If there is another party, you can bet I will be cumming.” She winked and stepped out the door.
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