Long John Party

She invited me,
To a long john party.

Rules were easy.

Wear long johns,
Nothing else.

Long coat,
Snow boots,
Going to and from.

But at the party,
Long johns,
Top and bottom,
Nothing else.

Easy.

The rest of the rules,
She told me,
Silk,
White.

To match her’s.

Easy.

She told me,
She would drive.

Something about - - -
She did the inviting,
So she would do,
The driving.

I had seen her driving,
Sitting next to her,
While she drove,
Would not be easy.

I would keep,
My eyes,
On her,
Not on the road.

Eyes on her,
Now, that would be easy.

Her in silks;
If they were,
As revealing as mine,
Would be easy,
Real easy.

The brand of silk,
I had was called,
Skins.
That’s how they fit.
Like a second skin,
Complete with a,
Male anatomy correct,
Pouch,
In the front.

White,
Would be,
Near enough to,
See through,
That it would be as close,
To nothing,
As it was possible,
To could get - - -
And still,
Be wearing,
Something.

I got dressed,
(Or undressed - - -
It depends on your,
Point-of-view),
Waiting for her,
To arrive.

As I heard her on the porch,
I was just finishing putting on,
My boots,
At her knock,
I stood,
Slipped on my coat,
Answered,
The door.

She stepped in,
And said,
“Take that coat off,
I need to see if we match,
Before,
We are going anywhere.”

My,
“You first.”

Caused her coat to,
Slip,
To the floor.

Mine,
Followed her’s.

Her eyes traveled,
From my face,
Down to my toes,
And back up again,
With a significant pause,
Both going and coming,
Half way in-between.

When her coat had hit the floor,
My eyes had traveled the,
Same path caressing her body,
Although my eyes,
Had paused twice,
Going down,
And twice,
Coming back up.

Her smile told me,
Her eyes’ pausing,
As they perused my body,
Was for the same reason,
My eyes had paused,
Caressing her's.

She turned,
Bent over,
To pick-p her coat,
Creating,
An OMG moment for me.

As she stood,
She said,
“Grab your coat.
I can not wait,
To get to this party.”

As I picked up my own coat,
I was praying,
To not have a,
Wet spot,
Showing when we,
Got to the party,
And maybe,
Please,
Relax,
Down,
Just a bit.

The party was not far.

I actually new the place,
Modern,
Big great room,
Three large bedroom suites,
Very open,
No interior doors.
Everything,
Sort of,
Flowed together.

As we walked in the door,
I immediately realized,
That everyone,
Was in similarly,
Revealing,
Silks;
White,
Pink,
Beige,
Gray,
Some multi colored,
But all,
All,
Betraying,
That not only were,
The men in the same physical,
Condition as I was,
But that the women,
Were showing,
In many cases,
A touch of what I had feared,
I would have had,
Showing.

This was,
Rising up,
To be a very interesting,
Party.

Roaring fire in large rock fireplace,
At one end of the room,
Bar at the other end,
Sofa here and there,
Over-stuffed chairs scattered around,
Floor cushions toss, seemingly, randomly,
Dim lights,
Soft slow music,
Some couples dancing,
And then,
The finishing touch,
Champagne was the,
Beverage of the evening.

In a room just beyond,
We slipped off coats,
Added them to the comfy looking,
Coat nest on the floor,
Boots kicked off into a pile,
Over by the wall.

Drink in hand,
Crossing the room,
My arm around her waist,
Her hand on my butt.

Our host and hostess,
Met us half way,
She greeted  me with a kiss,
He kissed her,
Neither kiss was chaste,
Long,
Slow,
Tongues involve;
Yes,
It was going to be,
Some kind of,
Party.

As we finished crossing the room,
A girl I knew,
With a guy I didn’t know,
Stopped us,
To exchange,
“Hi, how are you’s?”,
And,
What I expected to be,
A quick kiss on the cheek,
But,
Which turned out to be,
An even longer,
Deeper,
Kiss.

One that left me,
On the verge of,
Showing,
Exactly what I had feared,
I would show.

As the kisses broke,
The girl I had just kissed,
Winked and sauntered away.

I felt that hand on my butt,
Give a quick squeeze,
Heard a whisper in my ear,
“Me first,
Me last,
Only me.”

I looked at her,
Saw a flushed face.
Below it,
Showing thorough her Skins,
Two very erect,
Swollen,
Nipples.

She was,
Stepping from foot to foot,
Shaking a bit,
And said,
“Come on.”

Pulling me with her hand,
She went into the nearest,
Bedroom,
Looked around,
Bed was in use,
Pulled me into,
The bathroom,
Pushed her bottoms,
To below her knees,
I pushed mine down,
Until my cock,
Was free.

Her mouth found mine,
Her tongue met mine,
My hands,
Reached around,
Grabbed her butt,
Lifted her up,
Put her back against,
The wall.

Felt the inside of her,
Thighs rubbing against,
The outside of mine.

Felt a hand,
Grab my cock,
Guide it to her cunt,
Use it to part her lips.

I began to push,
Into her.

The angle of my entry into her cunt,
Allowed the top ridge of my cock,
To rub its length against her clit.

Judging by the sounds she was trying to make,
In spite of out mouths being mashed together;

Judging by the writhing of her hips in my hands,
As I held her feet off the floor,
Driving repeatedly into her;

The rubbing of my cock against her clit,
Was having an effect,
She clearly enjoyed,
Which I was soon to also,
Enjoy.

Our mouths were stretched wide,
Allow our tongues to have,
Maximum penetration,
Of each others mouths,
So wide,
That afterward,
Our lips would be cracked,
Slowly bleeding.

My hands were gripping,
Her butt so savagely,
That afterward,
She would have hand prints showing,
Through her silks.

We came with such release,
That afterward,
She would have our liquids,
Running down the inside of her thighs,
Nearly to her knees,
Staining her silks,
For all to see.

So much of our liquids would,
Spill back out of her,
Running down my own legs,
Wetting the inside of my thighs,
Nearly to my knees,
Leaving the crotch of my own silks,
Soaked for all to see.

Her sigh,
The look in her eyes,
The way she held her tongue,
Between her lips,
Biting both,
As I pulled out of her,
Letting her stand,
Sandwiched,
Between me and the wall,
Caused me to,
Begin,
Again,
To rise,
In anticipation.

With a pouty smile,
That finished bringing me to,
Attention,
She reached down,
Pulled her silks up.

I sighed,
Did the same.

Exiting the bathroom,
Crossing past the bed,
Now in used by,
Two fully intertwined,
Couples,
We got fresh drinks,
Sat by the fireplace,
She in my lap,
Glanced around,
At more sexual,
Debauchery,
Than our,
Best dreams,
Could have imagined.

With the sights and sounds around us,
Encouraging us,
She wiggled around,
Pressed her bottom perfectly against me,
Wriggled some more,
Kissed me with her,
Tongue so deeply in my mouth,
I could feel it nearly in,
My throat,
Broke free of me,
Whispered,
“Not here,
With all of this going on.
Your place,
Just the two of us,
Our own party.”

Found our coats,
Boots.

Out the front door.

Do you know how,
Really,
Really,
Cold,
It is,
With a wet,
Crotch,
With the wind blowing?

I swear,
There was ice forming,
There,
On both of us.

All I could think of,
Was the joy of my mouth,
Melting her ice,
While her mouth melted mine;
Once we got to my place.