New Year Evening 08-09

I haven’t written anything for a long time, and this is not the beginning of a new productive era. However, I had a very nice and exciting experience this New Year night, which I thought I would share with you.

The wife of the couple we were supposed to be with this New Year got ill just the day before the party. Most of the other of our friends got invited instead by another couple to whom we were too peripheral to be invited as well. Not being able to think of anything else to do we just decided to have a nice evening in by ourselves.

As my regular readers might remember Poul, my husband, likes to buy underwear for me. Normally he will not buy my a bra as he wants me to go without, but he also realizes that my breasts are getting a bit looser and as such wobble a bit too much for comport or decency when worn under lose evening dresses.

Instead he had produced in the Santa stockings a very nice set of half bra and crotchless tights. The half bra was black lace supporting the breasts to just under the nipples, lifting them up so they strutted out really prominently. The tights were the same lace, but totally open at the crotch leaving front and back totally exposed. Seeing we were going to be alone I accepted wearing that under my black dress, even though the top of the dress easily opened enough to expose the breasts and the split up the front on the dress only stopped a hand’s width from the open part.

Poul loved the way I looked, and took several pictures of me with the dress opening up exposing me both when preparing the dinner and as we ate in the candlelight. We both got quite drunk and not a little horny, planning to slip early to bed after the bells for some much needed sex.

However, just before midnight all the friends from the other party arrived at our house. The hosts had heard about us, and felt sorry for us not being invited. They had tried to call us, but our phones were on silent, so instead they had all piled into a couple of taxis, brought bags of booze, cakes, mixers etc. and a good portion of high and drunken spirit.

Probably about 2 AM I found myself at the table nibbling to the bids of food that were left over, joining into a discussion on sexy underwear. Generally the feeling was that New Year and company Christmas Parties were the place to air such garments. I did express agreement – how could I not, seeing what I was wearing. When confronted with a direct question I had to admit I had regularly gone to parties with no underwear. A couple of the other girls also admitted to this, and the guys were getting rather direct and lewd as the discussion progressed.

At one point I felt a tab on my shoulder, and Jens who sat right next to me asked,
“Is this conversation getting you excited”?

Now Jens is a very nice guy. A good deal older than me, probably late fifties, somewhat overweight and diabetic, and in my books not really one of the usual sex hungry guys milling around me at parties. So I was actually a bit surprised with his direct question.

“I guess I have to admit that”, I said, “but why do you ask”?

“Because I can see right down your dress and your nipples got harder as we talked”, he whispered in my ear.

The usual girl reaction was to immediately put a hand on the front of the dress pressing it in to your body so it didn’t hang lose exposing you. That was exactly what I involuntarily did.

“Don’t”, he whispered as he moved my hand away. The dress dropped open again, and I knew he could again look straight at my exposed and, I could feel, now even harder nipples.

When these things happen I go all soft in the knees, my belly does a funny flop and I start getting wet between the legs. Knowing that a guy is looking at me, and I just sit there letting it happen really gets me going.

The conversation was droning in the background as I felt strangely detached, only being able to concentrate on his gaze down my front. When his hand touched my leg and in one swift but hardly noticeable move reached my inner thigh, I gasped, but didn’t stop him. I seemed like he just lingered there for a second to test my reaction, and as he found none he continued all the way up, hitting the exposed skin, the outer labia to quickly and efficiently land right at my clit. I jumped a little and came to my senses.

“Jens, No. Can’t do that here, you naughty boy,” I whispered as I as unnoticeable as possible tried to pry away his hand. But as I lent over towards him to whisper this in his ear, his fingers dug into me. The feeling was so great, I didn’t want to stop him. But I guess he understood that perhaps this was really not the best time or place, because he moved his hand away. I kept looking at him, as he took his glass and moved it to his lips, but in the process managed to put his fingers that has just been inside me into his mouth, licking them, tasting my juices.

“I guess this has got you excited then”, he said in a low voice.

“I am sorry”, I said, not really knowing what it was I was sorry about, but I felt I ought to feel bad about it in one way or another.

“Don’t be sorry. I think it is so lovely when a woman exposes herself like that. Not only exposes part of the body, but also exposes her desires. I am just sorry I can’t any longer take properly part in the act. The diabetes has hit my libido; I can’t seem to get it up these days, not even with the help of Viagra or the likes. But I still love to see women letting go as you just did”.

“I don’t know what went into me there. I should normally have stopped you much earlier”, I said to him.

“Well, what went into you was a need for some attention of the right kind. Perhaps I can offer that at some time”?

I didn’t quite know what he had in mind, so I just politely hummed an acknowledgement. I guess perhaps I did need some attention.

About 20 minutes later, I was coming down the back stairs when I bumped into him again. It was quite dark, with only a couple of candles lighting up the stairways. The back stairs are kind of narrow and steep, so the way down was completely blocked by his larger than normal corpus. I guess he had perhaps come to look for me, heard me come down and just waited for me.

Being alone with him now I felt very conscious of our previous encounter. I didn’t know what to say, and as I stood there I started to feel the excitement grow again. I don’t know what attention he had in mind, but suddenly I didn’t mind finding out.

The way we stood on the steep stairs his head was below my shoulders. I put a hand on his shoulder, maybe subconsciously relaxing and giving him the go ahead. He certainly took it like that. He moved his hands up to my dress front, separated the two sides and pulled them down over my shoulders exposing my breasts. As the colder air hit the nipples they exploded, I shuddered and felt the same whoosh, getting wet and not caring what happened. His fingers found the nipples, squeezed them and rolled them between his fingers. Then he put one in his mouth, sucked it so I started to moan.

What I found so nice about this experience that I wanted to write about it, was the fact that I knew he didn’t have any mutual sex in mind. He was really bent on satisfying me, knowing how aroused I was. That meant I could totally let go and let him concentrate on giving me some “attention”.

I bent over a bit, my mouth close to his ear.

“I think I could do with some of that attention now”, I whispered.

He didn’t reply, but I felt his hand sliding up my leg, again finding the clit in one smooth move. I gasped and leant against him.

“No, move back,” he said. “I want to be able to watch those incredible tits of yours”.

And I wanted him to see me. I put my arms around my back and undid the bra, slipping it over my arms. I could hear his breathing get heavy.

“Oh Jen”, he gasped. “That is so beautiful. Just because I can’t get it up, doesn’t mean I can’t get aroused. I have been dreaming so many dirty dreams about you, but never for a second thought I would get to be with you in this way”.

He had put two fingers into me, rubbing hard at my g-point while the palm of his hand was working my clit. He was rough, hard and fast. In my excited state I would come quickly. Soon I felt the first warm small contractions, making it impossible to stand still. I was writhing in his arms. As I could feel the orgasm approaching I closed my eyes, and leant against him, clinging to his head, pressing it against my naked breasts.

“No”, he said. “Move back, I want to look at you. Don’t close your eyes. Keep looking at me as you come. I want to see the expression in your eyes as you climax”.

With the exhibitionistic sensation of a guy openly watching you climax under his administrations, I reached the explosion in less than 10 seconds. I looked at him throughout the initial spasms, as I started to loose control. I was shaking violently afraid to fall, but he had an arm around my back, the other inside me. There was no risk of me falling so I could just let go. My whole body convulsed in one of the strongest orgasms I had had in a long time. When I stopped shaking, our eyes finally broke contact. I can’t remember any guy looking so intensely at me through an orgasm. That was so arousing. Even now thinking back, I am experiencing the thrill of his eyes on me.

We didn’t say anything. He gave my breasts a small caress, kissed the nipples, like saying goodbye to them, helped me find the bra and made sure the dress was on properly before helping me down the remaining steps. Only then could I speak.

“Thank you. I really needed that. You did that so well”! I said to him.

“No it is me thanking you for letting me do it. I will never forget the look in your eyes as you came. The knowledge that you let me do that, while I was watching you, is just incredible”, he said as he gave my bum a loving pat and let me walk ahead of him so it didn’t look like we entered the living room at the same time.

Poul and I have an agreement that we tell each other about any encounters. In that way at least we don’t have to have a bad conscience about lying to each other. Also we find that talking about the experiences we have arouses the other part. For some reason this situation really turned on Poul. I guess the idea of his wife being exposed like that to Jens, a very old and dear friend of his, was new to him. So the night ended with me having a real hard dick inside me anyway.

Hope you all had some good experiences as well on your New Year evening party.

Jenifer