By Thelonius

The party had been a success. I didn't know the people well and the invitation had come through a colleague, but everything had seemed to gel from quite early in the evening. There were enough people to create a good atmosphere and allow plenty of mixing, without ever being too crowded. Everyone seemed to have achieved a pleasant level of intoxication, by whatever means they preferred, without any dramas. There seemed to be just the right mix of alcoholic stimulus and marijuana cool. The music had been good and now had settled down to the late night smoochy stuff - I thought I recognised Miles Davis - although not many people were dancing now. Earlier in the evening my only complaint was that, although there seemed to be plenty of girls on their own, and I danced with quite a few, each had moved on to someone or something else and it had begun to look as though I would be going home alone.

But things were looking up! At this late stage in the evening, when quite a few people had already left and the room was looking considerably more empty than it had half an hour ago, a woman - an attractive woman - had come back into the room from the direction of the bar, and wandered in a leisurely fashion over to where I was sitting. I recognised her as someone I had danced with earlier, a girl I knew vaguely as a friend of a friend. The only thing I knew about her was that she was called Lillie, and she had been at one or two lunchtime drinks sessions at one of the pubs I sometimes used. She raised her wine glass in my direction.

"Still here? Mind if I join you? I've got to sit down before I fall down!" I took the latter to mean she was tired, rather than drunk, as she seemed quite in control of herself.

"Sure - help yourself". I made as if to make space for her on the low sofa, but she ignored my gesture and sank gracefully onto the floor at my feet. She leaned back, and I parted my legs a little to let her lean against the sofa, her head between my thighs.

We chatted in a desultory fashion for a few minutes, about the party, the music, the people, but both of us were content to sit quietly and enjoy the music and the atmosphere. I looked down at Lillie's head, realising again just how pretty she was. I casually ran my fingers through her hair, which was dark brown and a mass of bushy curls. It was pleasant, playing with her hair, and she seemed to be enjoying it, giving a little "Mmmm." of pleasure and shifting her head slightly so that I could run my fingers down the back of her head and her neck. I stroked her hair, and used the tips of my fingers to start to massage the back of her neck and she let her head hang forward, exposing the white skin at the nape, and the slope of her shoulders disappearing under the neckline of her dress. I grew more adventurous in my massage, my fingers tracing the line of her spine a little way below her neckline, exploring her throat and the little dips behind her collar bones.

Lillie remained through all this a passive recipient, her eyes closed, lips slightly parted, a dreamy expression on her face. I could almost have thought she was asleep, had it not been for the occasional little moans of pleasure, the slight changes in her breathing. I leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead, nuzzled her hair, then traced the neckline of her dress until I found the catch and zip. I undid the hook and slid the zip down. Lillie's breathing became deeper and I felt her lift slightly as I moved my hands round, over her shoulders and down to her breasts. The dress was falling forward as my hands and wrists vanished inside it and I glanced around the room, to see if we were being watched. But most of the lights were off, the couple in the armchair across the room were wrapped up in each other, two people dancing appeared to have their eyes closed and weren't moving very much at all - no-one was paying any attention to anyone else. Lillie gasped as my fingers found her nipples and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts up into my hands and bending her head back so I could kiss her upturned face. Holding both breasts firmly in my cupped hands I bent forward and kissed her, teasing at first, my lips gently playing with hers, the tip of my tongue flicking in and out between her lips, my hands still grasping her breasts as fingers and thumbs rubbed her hard nipples. She reached up to put her arms behind my head, holding me more firmly and kissing me hard, her tongue deep inside my mouth. In my bent-double position I was in danger of breaking my neck or suffocating, so I went with the pull of her arms and slid off the sofa, wriggling round to lie beside Lillie on the rug.. She turned on to her side and wrapped arms and one leg around me, digging her fingers into my back, running her hands over my neck and the back of my head, kissing me hard.

The heat from Lillie's crutch against mine as she pressed against me, her gasps and moans as we kissed and I fondled her breasts, her neck, her shoulders, the feeling of my erect penis pressing equally eagerly against her, had rapidly taken us on from a kiss and a cuddle at a party to an urgent need to do more. Could I really have sex with her, here on the floor, seemingly in full view of everyone in the room? This did not seem the moment to suggest we went to try and find an empty bedroom and Lillie seemed untroubled by such anxieties, moaning as she rubbed against me, urging me on. The top of her dress had slipped down her arms exposing a pair of creamy breasts and brown nipples standing up hard and proud. I moved my head down to take one in my mouth, playing with it, drawing it out with my tongue and lips, holding it gently between my teeth. My arms were now free to move down her body, digging my fingers into her back, then sliding further down, over hips and buttocks, then to her thighs. Her skirt, which was split from hem almost to her hips, had worked its way quite high around her thighs and my hands quickly found the bare skin of her legs and then her buttocks. She held me tightly as I cupped her buttocks in my hands and then, finding the flimsy fabric of her knickers, I grasped them and pulled them firmly up, so that the lacy material vanished like a thread between her cheeks, pulling them up hard against her pussy. She gave a little cry as I lifted her on the crutch of the knickers, making the fabric sink deep between her cheeks.

Now I moved my hands down from her buttocks to explore between her thighs, sliding my fingers from back to front, from the hard tight ring of her anus to plunge into the hot wetness of her pussy, parting the lips and sliding further forward to find her erect clitoris. Turning my hands inwards and using my thumbs I worked at her clit, feeling her wonderfully wet, getting constant encouragement from her muffled gasps and groans. She worked her hips to and fro, seeming to build towards a climax, so I adjusted my hands so that first one, then both thumbs entered her. She continued to drive her self up and down on my thumbs so that they repeatedly found her clit before being enveloped once more deep in her cunt. Even with her head buried in my neck and Miles Davis hitting a high note I thought not just the others in the room but people all over the house would hear her cry of ecstasy as her whole body convulsed and shuddered through her orgasm.

We lay there for a moment, me gently continuing to spread her wetness around between pussy and anus while she gave me a long, probing kiss. Then her hand slid down between us to find my trousers, undoing my belt and my flies, burrowing inside my clothes to find my cock. She took it, stiff and large, and pulled it out and stroked it with her fingers, reaching in to find my scrotum, stroking and pulling, then pushing herself closer and sliding my cock into the wet pool of her pussy. By now I was so aroused I was afraid I was going to come there and then, so I desperately tried to concentrate on other things. Failing dismally but wanting to buy some time I gently disengaged her hand and drew back. I kissed her again, then gently turned her shoulders and rolled her over, so that we were both lying on our sides, Lillie with her back to me. I nuzzled the back of her neck, her ears, reached around to kiss her mouth, and with my arms around her my hands began again to explore breasts, belly, hips thighs and, finally to plunge once again into the heat and wet between her legs. Lillie responded to my touch, groaning and gasping, giving a cry as first one finger, then two, slid deep inside her. And now I finally allowed my cock to approach her from behind, sliding along the wet and slippery channel between her cheeks, feeling the sudden change of sensation as the head of my penis moved from wet skin to wet vagina. I toyed gently at the entrance, rubbing between her lips, finding her clit, but both of us were now eager and the head of my cock found the start of her passage. We both moved at the same moment and my cock was deep inside her, my hands on her breasts. She gasped as I entered her and my cock felt huge as she gripped it with her pelvic muscles. I froze for a second as her movements nearly caught me unawares, but then I regained some degree of control and started to slide in and out of her, withdrawing till just the head was in her, then plunging deep into her, burying myself in her cunt, feeling her fingers on my balls most too much to bear.

And now I could hold back no longer. I held her hips as my thrusts became quicker and harder, the strokes becoming shorter, both of us breathing hard and Lillie saying, just audibly, "Yes, yes.". We could feel each other approaching a climax and as I thrust for the last few times, feeling the exquisite sensation of my ejaculation, the spurting of hot fluid deep inside her I knew from her cry and the thrust of her hips back against me that she too had come.

We lay there for what seemed like forever, drifting in a kind of hypnotic state, lost in the sensations of our bodies and the jazz playing in the background.