I was tired from the moment I got up on Saturday. I had to go meet Davey at the mall and then we were going to have lunch with an ex of mine who has recently re-surfaced. Well we get to the restaurant, the ex isn’t there. I call his cell phone and he’s a good hour away. What the —-? This is so typical of said ex. But I looked at it as an opportunity to “re-schedule” (meaning to say I’d reschedule and then never do so) as I’ve been feeling ambivalent at best about seeing this ex. After he canceled at the last minute (yet again!) I pretty much decided I don’t want to see him. There’s nothing to be gotten from hanging out with him. And so Davey and I had lunch together.
We ran to the store after as just that morning N. told me that he was going to a different party than the one he was originally planning on going to and this party required being dressed in all white. Oooh the goths inside Davey and me were crying. We had to buy clothes because we sure as hell didn’t have any white pants. I only owned two white shirts and neither was really suitable (in retrospect I wished that I had bought some men’s undershirts and cut one up to make a sexy top. Doh. Instead I wore a nice white tee.) We both felt so awkward (me especially!) dressed all in white. We’re pale people and white just doesn’t look good on us. But we made the best of it and got to the party.
While we got there an hour after the party was slated to start, in typical New York fashion no one was there yet. We tried to not feel awkward and shy and tried to work ourselves up to talking to strangers. We chatted with one nice (and hot!) woman we had met at the last of these parties. Ultimately we felt like tools. An hour and a half later, N. and his date weren’t there yet and I got antsy and called him. They were just getting on their way. *sigh* When I’m feeling shy I like the crutch of having friends around.
The place started filling up and I was feeling frustrated at our inability to talk to people. Now, if Davey was more outgoing and gave me a push I’d probably have broke down earlier, but eventually I said, dammit, I’m going to be friendly if it kills me! So I decided that we should go say hello to a couple who, like us, weren’t talking to anyone. “Lead the way,” said Davey and so I did. We ended up chatting with a very nice couple from the next town over from where we live. We would go back to talking to them more later in the evening and they must’ve had the same conversation as we did (i.e., “I’d swap with them”) as the woman started getting flirty while dancing with me. Result!
Eventually N. showed up and I met his friend. I was excited to meet her as he thought we would get along, although I have to confess that in my current premenstrual state I’m feeling jealous of her. When I started seeing N. I got to see him every weekend. Over the past month I’ve seen him exactly once (not counting this party). Can we say I think he’s getting bored with me already? Or maybe it’s just that she’s new and exciting and so he finds the time to see her. Hey, I’m all for sharing my partners but I want to get my time with them. I’m feeling frustrated right now with how infrequently I’ve been seeing him. I’ve spoken up about it so we’ll see what happens. The infrequency came after I had sent him that emotional email about a month ago (when I was premenstrual last). I’m despairing that things are far more casual for him than they are for me. I’m not super-serious about him, but I feel affection for him and really want this to be a poly thing, not just a fuck buddy situation.
But, I digress. Well N. didn’t spend much time talking with me - he was too busy with his date and meeting people. I got warm and decided that I was tired of this swing party that had no swinging and so I took my shirt off. I danced and wandered around in my bra and pants. I ended up on the terrace by N. and his friend and a couple of women they were talking to. By this time I was starting to flash my tits from the front hook bra I was wearing. This got one of the women to mention her exhibitionistic tendencies and soon she was showing us her new clit piercing. I was topless before long and I stayed that way.
There was a strip show planned and everyone went inside to watch. There was more nudity and sexiness in the show than most of the party. I stood behind N. and he reached behind to fondle a nipple every now and then. After the strip show the mood was more randy about the place but still people didn’t get down. I ended up hanging out on the terrace, still topless and I got to talking with N.’s date and a couple they were trying to hook up with. I got to grope some pierced nipples and to suck on them. I got my nipples sucked on by a few different people. At some point Davey helped me out of my pants and I was there on the terrace in only a lace thong. Oh yes, I am an exhibitionist. It’s funny too because I hardly have a perfect body. But I think confidence is extremely sexy and when I’m in that mood I get by on my confidence. Davey tells me that following in my wake that night was a lot of fun as people’s jaws dropped when they saw me and both men and women looked at me appreciatively.
Back on the terrace with my pants off, N’s date slid a finger between my lips and declared that I was wet. (Was I! I was so freakin’ horny!) Davey started fingering me at one point. It felt good but I guess I wasn’t in the headspace to cum even though I really wanted to. This other guy played with my nipples as Davey fingered me. I had Davey stop after a bit and soon after the other guy took over. Alas, he wasn’t great at fingering so I wasn’t going to get off on it. I was uncomfortable on the terrace furniture and suggested going inside, but the guy didn’t follow. (Later we saw a woman, presumably his woman, chew him out and so I’m not sure if everything he did was kosher, or if she was mad about something else.)
I spent time dancing in my thong although I was getting tired of standing by this point. Somewhere among all this there was dancing, groping, caressing going on - with me and various other people. I got tired and sat down for a bit. I ended up licking frosting off a woman’s inner thigh. At this point I can’t keep track of what happened although I’ve summed it up here.
I was tired enough to decide to head home and Davey was fine with that. The lights had come up and the party was winding down. I’m disappointed that this group isn’t more overtly sexual - I’m used to sex parties where people actually spend their time having sex (what a novel idea!) But the people are nice and you never know who we might hook up with some day.
Of course when we got home Davey and I had sex - hot passionate sex. After an entire evening of frustration Davey was more aggressive than he’s ever been. And that gets me hot.
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