One eventful party [Closed]

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Name: Ariel Gonzales
Age: 21
Height: 5'9

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The smell of cheap and cigarette smoke blew right into the air and I must admit, if I hadn't been inviting by more than five people, I wouldn't have bothered to show up. Honestly, I couldn't help but wonder why people even cared about my presence in this occasion but I suppose that I was just a little bit naive, given that men here would practically all hitting on me. Still, I convinced myself that my foreign accent just made me seem exotic to them or something along those lines.

I did have a good figure though, and I suppose that I knew how to flaunt it. I was a tall 21 year old woman, standing at about 5'9, and about 5'11 with my heels on. A perfectly fit body were always beneath my clothes, given my years of sports. Perky D cup breasts strained my black top, which was a bit too short, leaving bare, tan skin until the waistband of my tight jeans, which encased perfectly my plump, fit backside and long perfect legs. I never let my body get the best of me - I wasn't stuck up or anything.

So here I was, standing about in a corner, sipping through a martini that I was given at the bar. I guess that I was here waiting until a familiar face would show up. Or not. Life can be surprising sometimes, you know.
 
Name: Christian LaFever

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Age: 23

Height: 6' 01"

Weight: 170

Oh for fuck's sake. I really, REALLY hate these stupid fuckin parties. But this week was the first time I had seen my sister in a long time. Her and her shitbag boyfriend had insisted.

I get a beer and try to find a space against a wall so I can avoid these people and their dancing.

Now I want a couple of tylenol. The music with the bass sound is not only annoying but starting to get painful.

I am now scanning the people in the place. Through the flashing strobe lights I can identify all the usual characters.

There are douche bag college guys doing stupid dance moves, in their ridiculous sagging pants and clown colored shirts. Yeah, numbnuts the chicks really dig your moves.

There was drunk girl. She was doing a lap dance for some guido looking dude with a fauxhawk hair cut and gold necklaces.

There is...she looks like she is having about as much fun as I am. I am going out on a limb but I think she was invited by friends and had no idea what this was going to be about.

She is fuckin hott though. I think she is either Latina or maybe Israeli.

I maneuver through the sweaty, dancing clowns slide along the wall until I am a little closer. The good thing, she isn't dancing to the mind numbing music.

I act as though I am scanning the crowd back and forth but I linger on the Latin hottie, hoping to catch her eye.
 
The party was incredibly dull; what with everyone around me being completely drunk out of their minds, and having equally uninteresting personalities. I was contemplating leaving it all until I saw a man looking at me from afar. I'm not sure why exactly, but I couldn't help look at him back and smile, before looking away playfully. I glanced back, only to see him come over my way as I greeted him:

"Boring party huh?" I say with a warm smile.
 
Yeah, she was looking at me. When she smiled I decided to make my way closer to her. What's the worst that could happen, right?

I slide in closer to her.

"Boring party huh?" Her rich, tan skin was flawless. She has a glow about her.

I lean in close to be heard over the music.

"You look like you are having a blast in here. You might not know it, but I hate these things."

I look into her seductive eyes. The slightest of smiles coming out.

"I'm Christian."
 
"I'm Christian."

"I'm Ariel." I say with a smile of my own "And I don't know, this doesn't seem to be my thing. But I'm glad you showed up here, I have no one to talk to." With the music and all, we were pretty close against one another. I wasn't to complain though, he wasn't bad at all.

"So, what should we do? We can't stand around here forever." I then add with a laugh.
 
I am now mesmerized by her breathtaking good looks.

Ariel was wanting out of the party as much as I was. I lean in close, my lips less than an inch from her left ear. The scent of her was intoxicating.

"Ariel, I have an idea. Let's just bail on this scene. I know a little, quiet coffee house. Let's run and get some. At least we can hear each other. We can walk it. It's only 7 blocks away." I say.

I can feel heat radiating from her body.

I stand upright and stare into her eyes.
 
I had to admit - the feeling of his breath just mere inches away from my left ear felt good. There was just something about this man that attracted me, so when he invited me to leave this party with him, I felt no obligation to decline. I nod, saying "That sounds good to me, let's bail." with a playful smile on my face. Maybe tonight wouldn't be a waste of time after all.
 
"Awesome! Let's go" I say indicating with my arm for her to lead the way.

As walks, I stare at her tight ass. I am now trying to imagine her naked. My gaze tracks down shapely legs to her ankle.

I touch her shoulder and say, "Hold on a second."
I tell my sister that I am leaving. She isn't happy but I don't care, knowing that the night just got a little better.

I get with Ariel again, and we continue out of the madness make the short walk to the coffee house.

The place has low light inside, and had pleasant music playing at normal volume.
There is only 2 other people inside. One is a female college student with a laptop sitting cross legged on a couch. The other is a male server behind the counter.

When we have our orders I indicate we should sit in the love seat which is at an angle to the couch with the college student.

The feeling of her body heat next to me is extremely arousing.

I let my free hand touch her thigh.

"So, Ariel. Are you from the city?"
 
It seemed almost easy, going along with this stranger to a location that was completely unknown to me. I couldn't tell what kind of emotions were stirring inside of my head; all I knew is that wherever we were going, that it was going to be far better than this dull party. And soon enough, we found ourselves in a quiet, relaxed setting, where two people could actually talk to each other without yelling.

Quickly, we found ourselves sitting down on a love seat, and with a hand of his on my thigh, he asked

"So, Ariel. Are you from the city?"


I smile and respond "Well...I moved in here about six years ago with my family." as we began to get comfortable "Truth be told, I still feel like it's my first day here. The city can be overwhelming."

"What about you?" I ask, curiously.
 
I am just mezmorized by her eyes. Her face. Her satiny hair. Everything about Ariel is just screaming sexy.

When she asks me about my background, I turn towards the little table where my coffee is sitting. The college student is staring at us but quickly looks back at her school work and laptop.

I take a sip of my coffee.

Then I turn back towards Ariel, at the same time I move my right hand and place it subtly on the inside of her left thigh, just above the knee. I am hoping it will look somewhat accidental considering how close we are together on the love seat.

"My parents divorced, like when I was 4 or 5. My father moved to the city so I spent every other weekend with him here." I say in a normal voice.

My hand slides slightly up her toned, denim clad thigh.

"I graduated last year and have been selected for Navy officer candidate school then flight school. I hope to be a fighter pilot one day." I smile at Ariel

My hand inches a little higher.

I look over my shoulder and the co-ed is watching us intently. I see her bite her bottom lip.

"Ariel, what do you do?" I ask as I feel the heat coming from her thigh.
 
With his hand touching my thigh like that, it was hard to take note of anything that he was saying. At first, I believed that it was an accident. However, that ship had sailed as his hand became just a bit more daring - sliding up slowly, but surely.

"Fighter pilot? That's impressive." I try to say, as I bite my bottom lip in reaction to his hand.

"Well, I'm a financial adviser at a bank."
I manage to speak, trying not to look at his hand "Though I'm hoping to get into management one of these days. Not as impressive as your ambitions, huh?"

I lean more against the seat as his expert hand continued on its course.
 
My hand is getting to her I think. She is leaning back into the seat, as if to open up. She was biting her bottom lip.

"Financial adviser, awesome! I just fired my adviser. I am pretty sure I knew about investing then he did. Maybe you could have me as a client."

Glancing over my shoulder, the co-ed is transfixed with what was going on with us.

"Ariel, " My hand slides up to where her thigh meets her crotch. "If you don't mind, can I ask what your ethnic background is? I need to admit, that to me, you are absolutely gorgeous."

I can feel my cock thicken in my jeans. If she doesn't bail out now, I am going to kiss luscious lips.
 
"Maybe..." I responded softly, as I could feel that the moment was heating up.

"Ariel, If you don't mind, can I ask what your ethnic background is? I need to admit, that to me, you are absolutely gorgeous." he said as his hand went out and reached between my thighs...

"I'm Brazilian, if you were really wondering..." I responded, as he gave me a certain stare. I was dumbfounded, and awestruck. "Thank you...you're not bad yourself." I add playfully.
 
"Well, Ariel, the truth is you are the first person of Brazilian decent that I have ever met."

I now make no pretense to what is going to happen. I put my hand firmly on her crotch and feel the heat.

I move up close to her now. My lips part and I kiss her succulent lips, searching for hers.
 
There I was, lying on a loveseat as a stranger kissed me straight on the lips. It was the oddest thing - for instead of getting up and slapping him for being so daring...I actually melted into the kiss, opening my mouth to him as my right hand went to his own.
 
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