A Night At the Party Part 2

Sharon and I went back into the main hall of the New Years Ball and mingled with the crowd. We drank more champagne and nibbled on food from the buffet. I could smell the cum that the guy I blew had left on my chest mixed in with the glitter I had on me and every now and then someone would look at me kind of quizzically and I knew that he or she could smell it too.

We got a vacant table and sat for awhile. We were both pretty high and giddy from drink and smoke and sex and guys and girls and couples would come over and talk to us both for a few minutes. This really good looking guy comes over and starts talking to me telling me that he knows what I am and that it makes him really hot knowing that not that many people there do. I ask him what he means and he replies by putting his hand under the table on my pant leg and moving it up to squeeze my cockclit. He says that that’s what he means and I kind of laugh and press his hand there for a minute. He asks if I want to go with him for some playtime and I tell him he has to ask Sharon. She, being the coolest woman in the world, says to go ahead and he and I head off in search of a little used bathroom (fat chance with a few thousand people milling around).

We found a small one with only six stalls and both got into the handicapped one. He starts kissing me and feeling up my breasts and crotch while I unzip his pants and pull out this gorgeous seven inch cock. It was kind of slender and oh so very pretty that I wanted to suck it in the worst way. But he had other ideas. He sat down on the toilet and I stood in front of him as he fished my cockclit out of my panties and slacks. He leaned forward and I pushed forward and his mouth met the head and he slurped on it and swirled his tongue around it while his fingers moved up and down the shaft. This kind of stuff makes me crazy and I was moaning and giving him lots of encouragement while men are going in and out of the place and I’m trying to keep quiet knowing they can hear me.