We Were Making Out
A few days ago I went to a make out party.
Writing that still makes me giggle. A make out party! It's such a great idea. Less pressure than sex (and fewer safer sex concerns). I don't really spend time just making out any more, since I tend to get impatient and want sex. So yeah. Awesome idea.
It was a small party; a mix of people I knew and didn't know. Most importantly, there were many guests that I thought were hot. The hostess provided nibbly food and desserts, while we provided, well, making out energy.
As happens at many sex events I go to, there is a fair bit of socializing which is not overtly sexual. Chatting, catching up with people you know, or maybe talking about sex. It's nice to have that segue from the regular world, to this new sexual space. The only problem is how to get the making out started. Fortunately, the hostess is a terrific instigator and had a boyfriend to help her.
I had my eye on two people at the party. One person who I had already rolled around with, and another who I've flirted with (and placed my boobs on her head), but no kissing. Even with targets in my sights, I often get nervous. It's difficult to put yourself out there and make a clear offer, but that contains the potential of rejection. I know that people do it all the time, and you can't get anywhere without putting yourself out there and making yourself vulnerable. Just... Sometimes I want to fall back into outdated modes of behavior and have people approach me.
Eventually I climbed into Vinnie's lap for making out. I quickly tuned out the conversations around in me in favor of wriggling on his lap. Vinnie commented one advantage of reading someone's sex blog, is you get extra information about what turns them on. Not only did he remember how much I love having my neck bitten, he recalled that there was an area that had been a no bite zone. Very considerate. As tends to happen to me, as I got more aroused my brain turns off and I stop speaking. I still moan and groan, but I pretty much lose coherent words. Although we were sitting in the middle of a party making out, I actually didn't feel very exhibitionistic about it. I was focused on his mouth along my body and his cock rubbing against me.
On an odd side note, we had to take breaks from making out so I could sip hot herbal tea (my allergies were kicking my ass, and I had lost most of my voice). One advantage of this is that since I had to get up and make more tea, we ended up making out in several different locations. When we had more space, he could push my legs open and spank my thighs and I could get access to his chest and cock.
In one of the more spacious spots, I got unexpected kissing from the hostess. She came over to make sure her guests were being properly naughty. We settled her between us and we both made out with her. We kissed her in turns, and stroked her thighs and ass. Since I have been lusting after her for a while, this was an unexpected pleasure. Her kisses were soften and silken. Though that makes them sound tame. They were sensual, decadent and delicious.
Later on in the evening I also got to sit next to two people I don't see enough of. I've seen them together at sex parties and social parties but I've been a bit shy about hitting on either of them. This winter M. had a very difficult day and I helped her feel better by letting her demonstrate her skills at taking a woman's bra off through her clothes, letting her wear my bra and placing my unfettered breasts upon her head (strangely she is not the only person I know who swears direct application of breasts cures all ills). We had plans for dinner later in the week, but when you see someone you've been flirting with in this sort of situation, it's a good time to get closer. When I sat down with her, it was late and she was exhausted from having tossed hay bales all day, and I was zonked by allergy medication. There would have been many valid reasons for having an average kissing experience. However, instead it was lovely. It was kind of introductory making out. When you're still figuring out how your chemistry works, what the other person tastes like, and what gets them to sigh happily. It was a great way to cap the evening off.
Writing that still makes me giggle. A make out party! It's such a great idea. Less pressure than sex (and fewer safer sex concerns). I don't really spend time just making out any more, since I tend to get impatient and want sex. So yeah. Awesome idea.
It was a small party; a mix of people I knew and didn't know. Most importantly, there were many guests that I thought were hot. The hostess provided nibbly food and desserts, while we provided, well, making out energy.
As happens at many sex events I go to, there is a fair bit of socializing which is not overtly sexual. Chatting, catching up with people you know, or maybe talking about sex. It's nice to have that segue from the regular world, to this new sexual space. The only problem is how to get the making out started. Fortunately, the hostess is a terrific instigator and had a boyfriend to help her.
I had my eye on two people at the party. One person who I had already rolled around with, and another who I've flirted with (and placed my boobs on her head), but no kissing. Even with targets in my sights, I often get nervous. It's difficult to put yourself out there and make a clear offer, but that contains the potential of rejection. I know that people do it all the time, and you can't get anywhere without putting yourself out there and making yourself vulnerable. Just... Sometimes I want to fall back into outdated modes of behavior and have people approach me.
Eventually I climbed into Vinnie's lap for making out. I quickly tuned out the conversations around in me in favor of wriggling on his lap. Vinnie commented one advantage of reading someone's sex blog, is you get extra information about what turns them on. Not only did he remember how much I love having my neck bitten, he recalled that there was an area that had been a no bite zone. Very considerate. As tends to happen to me, as I got more aroused my brain turns off and I stop speaking. I still moan and groan, but I pretty much lose coherent words. Although we were sitting in the middle of a party making out, I actually didn't feel very exhibitionistic about it. I was focused on his mouth along my body and his cock rubbing against me.
On an odd side note, we had to take breaks from making out so I could sip hot herbal tea (my allergies were kicking my ass, and I had lost most of my voice). One advantage of this is that since I had to get up and make more tea, we ended up making out in several different locations. When we had more space, he could push my legs open and spank my thighs and I could get access to his chest and cock.
In one of the more spacious spots, I got unexpected kissing from the hostess. She came over to make sure her guests were being properly naughty. We settled her between us and we both made out with her. We kissed her in turns, and stroked her thighs and ass. Since I have been lusting after her for a while, this was an unexpected pleasure. Her kisses were soften and silken. Though that makes them sound tame. They were sensual, decadent and delicious.
Later on in the evening I also got to sit next to two people I don't see enough of. I've seen them together at sex parties and social parties but I've been a bit shy about hitting on either of them. This winter M. had a very difficult day and I helped her feel better by letting her demonstrate her skills at taking a woman's bra off through her clothes, letting her wear my bra and placing my unfettered breasts upon her head (strangely she is not the only person I know who swears direct application of breasts cures all ills). We had plans for dinner later in the week, but when you see someone you've been flirting with in this sort of situation, it's a good time to get closer. When I sat down with her, it was late and she was exhausted from having tossed hay bales all day, and I was zonked by allergy medication. There would have been many valid reasons for having an average kissing experience. However, instead it was lovely. It was kind of introductory making out. When you're still figuring out how your chemistry works, what the other person tastes like, and what gets them to sigh happily. It was a great way to cap the evening off.