The only rule was that everyone had to remain fully clothed.

In all honesty it was the hostess’s fetish, but we hardly put up a fight.  She wanted us in suites and ties with long black dresses and perfect stocking.  She wanted to hear zippers, watch straps fall off shoulders, and generally enjoy the pile of well-dressed bodies scattered throughout her apartment.

My date cancelled at the last minute and so I walked in alone with a tie on that I wasn’t quite sure about.  It was still early and mostly people were drinking and talking, unsure of how the evening would go.  In the far corner by the window I saw my dear friend C on her knees with one end of a hard cock in mouth and the other nestled within the folds of Italian linen.  I knew everything was going to be ok.

The first three hours included a lot of hands beneath dresses, kisses on necks and lips, and an occasional breast, freed in the dim lights of the apartment.  I kissed and touched and tasted my fingers along with the hostess, but while some people paired off into well dressed fucking I generally stayed chaste.  I had some strong hands on me and some soft kisses, but no flies opened and only one or two elastic bands were moved to the side to make room for fingers.

And then we recognized each other.

It had been nearly fifteen years since I flirted with her in class and she hinted that I might see more than the top of her thigh highs when she crossed her legs.  We smiled in awe and remembrance, and we kissed long and hard before we even said hello.  We talked and we kissed some more and with every question our hands got bolder.  By the time she told me she where she worked I was hard in her hand and the breasts I had dreamed about for years were pressed against my chest.  Our talking slowed as our touching increased, and when I finally slid two fingers inside her we stopped talking all together.

I went to undo my tie and she stopped me.  She nearly lost her top until I re-buttoned it, and we finally had to hold each other’s hands as we kissed on a chair near the windows. 

“I want you,” I finally said between kisses.

“Good,” was all she said as she handed me a condom.  I slid her dress up, she undid my belt, and the rest of the room dissolved around us.  I tried to tease her for just a moment, but I couldn’t resist.  As soon as I felt her around me I pulled her to me and we kissed so hard that it hurt.  I felt her soft skin beneath her dress and she kneaded my shoulders with her elbows as we kissed.  We whispered silly things about missing each other into ears and we let our emotions swell and explode without pause. 

It wasn’t until I came that I realized we had a crowd.  I don’t know if it was the tears, or the biting, but more than a few friends were standing around us when we opened our eyes.  We either looked bashful or defiant and it didn’t matter which one.

 We said our hellos and goodbyes without consulting one another, and less than a half hour later we were walking out the door hand in hand. 

—Guy New York