0 comments/ 1293 views/ 0 favorites Gala By: GforGraham Letting my imagination run a bit. Not my usual story type that pops into my imagination but had to let this run onto paper, err screen. Not even certain what category to put it in. No category for an erotic tale without sex. I will try Humor and Satire as I was feeling satirical when I wrote it. Please don't bother complaining about this short tale. I knew it would be short as it came out of the talk of porn v eroticism on the forum. My brain then continued and thought about a straight scenario of sensual delight. This strange idea evolved from that premise into a silly story that pleaded with me to tell it. They are all adults of or over 18, although no actual sex occurs. YES be warned. No sex in this story, just talk about it. So if you need bump and grind go no further. There is talk of sex, and talk of pain and blood, only talk. Nobody got hurt in the making of this story. My apologies for using American football terminology without expert knowledge, but it seems to be one of the few sports where I could get the blokes I needed. -GfG =========================================== I hung around the lounge bar feeling totally bored with this fund raiser. I was bored with the party not the cause, breast cancer is very serious and needs all the support to help defeat it. It was as I finished my second cocktail that I noticed her nearby with her friend. She looked incredible in a little bundle sort of way. The top of her might just reach my shoulder height, bit short was just one word. She had the sort of figure that screamed 'hold me' to my brain. Slender with just enough curve to enjoy running my hands down her sides. Enough breast to add a couple of kilograms to her weight. I could see enough of her front to see both eyes and as I stared longer I noticed a couple of furtive glances in my direction. After a short time her nipples became obvious in her thin spaghetti dress, pink in keeping with the gala theme. They looked extraordinary as her dress tented over her breasts. It became apparent that her attention was directed toward me even though she talked continually to her girl friend. She was one of those people who needed their whole arms to express themselves. It was during one of these particularly emphatic expressions that the shoulder strap of her dress slipped down onto her upper arm. The dress top was loose enough to slip down to be supported by only those pointed nipples. Too much emphasis on any word could ease the bodice to fall further which would cause a stir. Leaving my glass on a table I made my way to her, keeping my eyes steady on hers. When close enough to talk without shouting I introduced myself as she turned toward me. I watched her eyes take in my entire body before she held out her hand and gave me her full name. Marsha looked me in the eye as we held hands for a moment and I could instantly feel a connection between us. I am, without boasting, the best looking guy here and also the most eligible bachelor available. I can really stand out in a crowd and especially when that included all these overdressed gorilla types who get invited to these affairs. I mean to say, just because the footballers help raise awareness and funds does not mean they should all be invited to a social gathering. All they do is drink beer and tell dirty jokes to each other with absolutely no sophistication. It was obvious to me that she knew about me as she did a small sharp intake of breath. I knew I was on a winner here which changed this party from a loser to something to keep me occupied tonight. She would look excellent naked stretched out on my silk sheets. As we talked further I began to wonder if her eyes had trouble focusing on me as it seemed they wandered from side to side. She was so beautiful I thought she could wear glasses and it would by acceptable to me, provided they were not worn in bed. Her laugh was dignified and delightful as my best lines kept her amused. I could definitely see the signals being given that she too found me agreeable and would say yes to some fun tonight. Seeing those signs of attraction spiked my confidence to the next level and I mentioned her dress malfunction. She glanced down at her chest and made small sounds of it being a nuisance happening at the worst of times. I got bolder at this response knowing this to be another signal to me that she knew where we would be going tonight. "May I help with that errant strap?" I asked without it actually being a question as I reached out with my hand and held the thin strip of material in my fingers. "Perhaps I can return it to you perfect shoulder for you," I continued and noticed her eyes open wider and do their unfocused shift around before the pupils dilated. I then noticed her body giving off a definite sexual odour. It was divine and confirmed I was right and she was attracted to me, of course. Instead of replacing it on her shoulder straightaway I pulled it gently towards me to view her nipples down her front. They were indeed delightful nipples now extending thickly almost a half inch from her areola, all as pink as her lipstick. She was now noticeably breathing harder as it seemed her arousal was building. It was time for me to make my final move, so I moved the strap to her shoulder and released it. "My dear they are so beautiful and you seem to be a very sensual woman who enjoys a man's attention. Perhaps we could leave and find something more exciting to do tonight. I am positive we could have a really enjoyable time together, possibly something we could spend all night doing." Her eyes really did that wobbling about and her breathing was almost like she was hyperventilating. The atmosphere generated by her arousal was getting stronger and obvious that she was she found the idea of time with me to be her wish. For the second time since I approached her, and the first since telling me her name, she spoke to me. It wasn't the first time a beautiful woman found it hard to speak to me. "Ken you really are a handsome guy. I can sense that we can certainly have an erotic time tonight. Are you perhaps into pain, perhaps you like being the submissive? I have a new riding crop that I have not tried yet when I ride." "Marsha, such a delightful name that you have, I am not normally into games but if it would give you enjoyment I could definitely allow some pain. I assume this would enhance any other pursuits that will happen tonight." "Oh yes, I love seeing pain and it does make me horny to the point of sending me into a sexual frenzy where I can never get enough and my orgasms can be monumental. My partner never complains afterward as he always enjoys it more than I do. In fact I think we should find a quiet secluded place right now and get an early start on tonight, and I think I know just the location. Would you like that? Perhaps I could give you an idea on what to expect for the rest of the night that we will be together, I would love that. Do you agree to come and try?" "My darling woman I think that would be fantastic. You look so sexy as I see that blush on you upper body spread. You must be so ready for us to begin." "Oh yes I am really glad I wore a dress instead of slacks tonight as I fear moisture would now be showing through so everyone would see. Just the thought of you gets me so worked up we will have to hurry and get there quickly." She leaned towards me and placed a gentle kiss on my lips, barely touching me. I tasted her lipstick on my mouth, who would have thought petrochemicals could be so sweet. She continued speaking, "Perhaps as we go I can explain a bit further. You see my partner is a football player and he has been standing behind you all night. He plays something called a line backer or such silly name." At this time a hand grabbed the back of my neck and held me in place. As I tried to squirm away I found my feet being lifted off the ground leaving me supported by my neck. I was now officially panicked and darted my eyes around looking for help, only to be met with menacing stares. "Now he is the jealous type and hates asshole rich types parading around like they own everyone. He does have anger control problems, but only towards men who treat women as dirt. Now you see we are compatible together as he enjoys giving pain and I enjoy watching someone in pain. I am so going to enjoy you tonight, just like I said." I managed to whisper some words, "But Marsha if he injures me he will get into big trouble with the league and could lose everything." "Oh don't worry about that. I forgot to also mention that all these men around us who have seen and heard everything between us are his friends and team mates. They make up the lines on his team. In fact you see the guy now standing three feet behind me, he is my brother. Although how he got to be almost three times my weight is amazing. Something so sexy about large muscled men that looks so good. They make me feel so safe when scumbags like you hit on me for no reason other that another bed notch. "Now the three of us can find somewhere nice and private so I can get that orgasm you promised. If you do not satisfy my needs sufficiently tonight then I can always let the cops know how you stalked me and sexually accosted me at this here gala fundraiser. I mean to say it is for breast cancer research for heavens sake, and you only breasts as items for your enjoyment. Looking over my shoulder she continued "Now come on dear, bring him with us. Let's see if this little rich guy has any balls." I then heard a laugh from behind me as I was unceremoniously carried away. He then talked to his partner in a big deep voice, "Perhaps later if he still wants to we could include him in our romp. You don't mind a DP every now and again. If he can stand a little pain that I will enjoy dishing out, and perhaps some bruises, he should be able to get something of what he was after. Of course he needs to be a good boy first." "Oh darling, you are always thinking of me. That's why I love you so much. If he is still conscious at midnight and you try him first, then maybe he can join us. Just remember that your twelve inches tends to turn guys off continuing with me for some reason. Don't know why they try to get away, they want their peckers in me, so what is wrong with your pecker being in them first. Only fair isn't it." I managed to escape when John needed to change the hand he was holding me up by. As his grip loosened I wriggled and managed to get out of reach. I figured that luck would not shine on me twice so I hightailed it out of that place as quickly as I could manage. All I heard was their laughter following me all the way to the exit. I don't know if her threat of calling the police was real or not, I just had to hope they would not bother. Next time I will certainly check first for any significant others, especially if they ask for anything kinky. ======================================== If you comment, please be constructive. If you score, please be kind. -GfG Gala: An Enchanting Evening Author's note: Some of the story content is embellished for the sake of literary expression. It is intended to enhance the experience for the reader's benefit. Thank you. That time of year had come again. My college was having its annual black tie fundraiser, and my invitation arrived in the mail. This year's theme was: "An Enchanting Evening". I was thinking of blowing it off, since I had just broken up with my girlfriend about a month before, and didn't have any plans of going by myself. Then fate lent a hand. I was heading into the office, and a woman was coming down the stairs. I was awe struck by her feline beauty, and just had to talk to her. We chatted for a few minutes, before we had to part company. I was so caught up in the moment of watching her leave; I didn't have a chance to ask her out. After I got home from work that evening, I came across my invitation, and thought this would be a good reason to ask Krystal out. I called a co-worker the next day to find out how to get in contact with her, and gave her a call. When she called back, she seemed very interested in going with me, so I gave her the details and the date was set. I showed up at Krystal's apartment to pick her up, with a bouquet of flowers in my hand. When she opened the door, I was speechless. Now in no way is Krystal fat, but she is pleasantly plump, and she carries it evenly about her sultry curves. What I noticed first was her ample cleavage, and long mane of blonde hair. She was very taken with the fact that not only was she going to a formal function, and got flowers, but her date was escorting her in military uniform. At this point I could see the fire in her eyes burn brighter. We headed off to the Gala, and for some reason, we were the only people at our table. This was fine for us, because we talked like we were old friends. The night wore on, filled with wine, (very close) dancing, and good company. Before we left, I gave Krystal a brief tour of the campus building we were in. This gave us a good opportunity to compliment each other on our wardrobe, and do a little petting. I knew she was into it, but we had to play it low key, or else we might get caught an awkward position. I knew that it was only a matter of time, before our passions could wait no longer. Krystal had asked that I not take her home just yet, so I drove around to show her some of the area. As I was driving down the road, she said she was hot, and would I mind if she took her stockings off. I said she could do whatever made her comfortable. What I didn't know was she wasn't wearing any panties under her gown. I pulled over by the park, so we could look out on the river. That was at this moment our passions chose to take over. Krystal climbed into my lap, and bore her ample breasts to me. I planted kisses all over her chest, as she held my head tightly. I looked up into her eyes, and partook of a lustful kiss. She reached down, and unbuttoned my pants. Then she began to fish my erect cock out, and slowly slid down the shaft. Krystal's velvety folds engulfed my manhood, and we started moving in a rhythm that was bringing us to shear ecstasy. I could tell, she wasn't going to last much longer. All of a sudden, she was rocked by a massive orgasm. She held me tightly, as wave after wave of intense pleasure wracked her body. I was close to sending my seed deep into her love canal, but I didn't want to release it just yet. As Krystal was cumming down from her orgasm, I slid out of her, and she sat in her seat. She told me, she had never had an orgasm that strong before. As she was wiping perspiration from her breasts, she noticed that my "soldier" was still at attention. She leaned over, and took me into her mouth, and went down on me a few times. I hauled her up, and we exchanged another lust filled kiss. I could taste her sweet nectar that she had licked off my cock. As Krystal was about to go down on me again, I told her we should go someplace more private. She suggested we take this back to her place. We quickly straightened our clothes, and we headed back to her apartment. As the minutes passed, Krystal started to get hornier and hornier. I looked over to see her kneading her breasts with one hand, and her other hand was under her dress. As we passed a high traffic area, she reached over, and took my hand off the steering wheel. She then placed my hand to her crotch, and I stuck a finger in her pussy. I continued to play with her pussy, as I tried to navigate the road. I could feel how wet she was, so I stuck another finger in, and was giving her a hand job. As we turned down her street, she shuddered with another orgasm. She was just cumming down from it, when I pulled into her driveway. I quickly got out, and ran around to her side of my truck. I opened the door, and Krystal pulled me into a passionate kiss. As she lived in a secluded area of her neighborhood, I knew no one would be watching. I bent down between her legs, and planted my tongue on her clit. She shot straight up, as waves of pleasure cascaded over her body. I started to suck on her clit, and tried to stick my tongue as far up her pussy as I could. Krystal started mashing her groin into my face, and suddenly, she held my head to her loins by locking her thighs around me. I was trying to lick all the cream as the result of her latest orgasm, as she me there. She wanted me to do here right there in her driveway, but I hoisted her in my arms, and made my way to her front door. We finally made it into the apartment, and I carried her into the bedroom. As soon as Krystal's feet touched the ground, our clothes went flying off. She couldn't stand it any more. She wanted me, and it had to be now. I drive my meat into her, and she moaned in shear lust. I positioned her at just the right angle, where my thrusts would rub her clit. In moments she was screaming that she wanted my cum, and that she was cumming. Just as she starting to climax, I blew my load, causing her to have the most intense orgasm I saw this evening. I didn't let myself get soft. I just kept pounding away, until she had several more orgasms. At on point, Krystal was feeling particularly naughty, and wanted my to fuck her ass. So I lined up my tool to her "brown-eye", and dove right in. The pleasure we both felt couldn't be described in words. Krystal and I had one more final love session before the sun rose. As we held each other, exhaustion took a hold of her, and she fell asleep in my arms. I gently got up, and put my clothes on. Before I left, I grabbed a rose from the bouquet in the vase. I placed the flower on the pillow next to her, with a note, "I hope you had An Enchanting Evening. If not, I'd like to try again." Gala Ball The gala ball at the Adam's Mark Hotel for the cancer society was a huge black-tie affair. I hadn't wanted to go in the first place, the idea of spending the evening with a bunch of folks who where there to be seen just grated on me. I didn't mind the tuxedo, I had always enjoyed the dressing up part, I just couldn't stand the type of people generally forced upon me at these affairs. The news that I was going alone due to a sick elder Aunt was the frosting on the cake. I was then reminded how important this was and that we already had the tickets and that with her out of town I had no plans for dinner anyways, and they always did have the lobster bisque. Blah, blah, blah. So there I was, going stag to the Ball. Ho hum. Boring! Dinner was, I admit, a great deal better than I had hoped for. The seating placed me with a lithe and lovely young lady who also ended up there alone. I was old enough to be her father, almost, and we settled into easy conversation and I actually found myself enjoying the company and the conversation. She was ravishing in her shimmering black, sleek and slinky cocktail dress. A black diaphanous affair with one strap over the shoulder, leaving the other bare and a slit up one leg that showed a wonderful line of leg and a damn ed fine thigh. A simple strand of pearls and gold dangling earrings. Her glasses gave her a coquettish librarian look. The fantasy teacher every twelve year old boy prays for throughout puberty. Through cheesecake and coffee we listened to the orchestra start up; Big Band and Swing Jazz. We laughed that we had both dreaded the thought of being here alone and that we were happy that providence had somehow fated us to sit at the same table at the hotel. I asked her to dance, as a number with a moaning saxophone and brushes on the drums was just getting going. A slow dance in a darkened room, the glittering ball casting a thousand shimmering lights as it twirled ever so slowly overhead. It was as if time had regressed and we were dancing in the 1940's. My right hand holding her left, at shoulder height, my left upon her waist, her upon my arm, our feet shuffling on the floor as we continued to chat while we danced. As a measure of compliment I commented on her wonderful muscle tone, my hand upon the small of her back. She told me she rode her bicycle often and enjoyed the work out she got riding trails. I asked where she rode and she told me she had a preferred trail she rode down in Orange Park at the Westside Park, near the air station. I suddenly felt dizzy and she looked concerned as I stumbled a bit, my equilibrium suddenly lost in the time and space of the ballroom. The song ended and I recovered my grace and asked her to stay out on the dance floor with me for yet another slow dance song. I looked her in the eye, through my glasses and hers and I asked her in a hushed tone if she was very "Literate." She smiled a funny smile and wrinkled her nose a bit and asked what I meant by that. I didn't want to just ASK if she was the one who had shared herself with all her friends on Lit, but I had to know and didn't want to wreck the moment if I was wrong, so I asked her if she preferred the beach in Ponte Vedra and St. Augustine and if she had ever enjoyed the voting booth display at the MOSH... I read every post she had written on Lit, waited anxiously for the photos she sent, all the time wishing she wouldn't mask her face. This wicked little vixen had kept me aroused well into the night on so many occasions. She shyly glanced up and answered "Yes...Sir, it is I." And she giggled the most melodious and gloriously wicked little giggle. I had read every post she had written on Lit, waited anxiously for the photos she sent, all the time wishing she wouldn't mask her face. This wicked little vixen had kept me aroused well into the night on so many occasions. My heart now racing, her arms encircling my neck, and mine finding the wonderfully rounded contours of her hips as we continue to glide the soft strains of muted jazz. I can't help myself, I struggle against it but I feel my arousal growing in my pants. By the licentious wiggle she uses against me, I can tell she knows of my dilemma as well. The moment seemingly ends with the music, but she remains flirty and bright. Grabbing my hand, she leads me outside, on to the patio overlooking the St. Johns river and across is the Landing, all aglow with it's neon lights. We walk and chat like the old friends we sort of are. And that is, of course, an amusingly thread of this live conversation. I ask about her posting and her live in friend that moved on, I ask about the relationship she has with her husband and all the photos she has taken and posted. She asks me about my wife and my life, and before we know it we find ourselves off the edge of the patio, the night air caressed by the scent of jasmine and the crepe myrtles in bloom. There is a bench there, a park bench of sorts, with no back. I sit there, her standing before me, and she tells me that I must know that she would never cheat on her husband. I tell her I couldn't cheat on my wife either, and after all the talk of sex and fantasy that I would be afraid of not living up to the expectation anyway. She hikes up the hem of her dress and sits astride my lap, her arms encircling my neck. Her hand takes mine and places it over her breast, the one with the nipple ring in it. My hardness is obvious to both of us and she whispers to me, and the night around us, "Just one kiss..." and I lean in and our mouths meet. This kiss, this intimacy so much greater than I had expected, so tender and yet so filled with unexplored passion, this kiss so charged with raw sexuality. In my mind's eye it will last an eternity, but in our reality it was over in under a minute. She wiggles in my lap, grinding my manhood with her pelvis., and she looks me in the eye and asks just who will I be thinking of tonight when I pull out my cock and stroke it? I laughed then, and I laugh now, recalling it. Some fantasies come in dreams, other play out in the waking mind. I dream of that which I know I cannot have, and perhaps would not even take if it were offered like a ripened fruit, wet with dew. But then again, given that chance again, I just might.