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By *ubway OP Man
over a year ago
Bath |
Part 4
The day of the party arrived and it was luckily a warm sunny Wednesday evening. I had already driven past the address written on the piece of paper to find out where it was on Tuesday just to make sure I would be able to make it on time. It was a fair old drive into the countryside to a small village, and it was difficult finding a parking spot on the narrow streets. I wanted to find a parking spot that was free or parking meters, inconspicuous and an easy walk away from the address.
Ruth made me dress smartly, jacket and tie, and in preparation, she ensured I had showered and washed everything for a long time, but I was getting nervous sweats just thinking about what I was doing and what might happen. Ruth seemed more excited and turned on, and I thought she was amazing.
I got to the address bang on 7 o’clock. It was a detached house, quite a nice place, the front garden had roses and freshly cut grass and as I walked up the front path, I noticed that the drive way had 3 cars parked in it. Suddenly I was called over by name by a mature conservatively dressed lady who walked up beside the cars and called me over to join her round the back. I swallowed feeling unsure that I was doing the right thing here, but followed her. I was doing this.
“Jim isn’t it?” she asked as she offered her hand to shake.
I nervously nodded and said yes Maam. I winced and thought to myself, ‘OMG, what a dick I am calling her Maam’ as we walked round to the rear of the house,
“I’m Claire.” she said smiling to herself.
I couldn’t help notice, her slim-ish figure, the flowing dress that she wore swayed over her bum and the way she walked so elegantly in her high heels. She looked back at me and smiled agan.
“We are all in the garden.”
“I was told 7 o’clock, so hope I am not late.” I said nervously.
“No, of course not, you are just in time.”
She smiled and pointed out the way with her hand. I walked in front of her to walk into the garden. Wow, I was impressed. The garden like the front of the house, was well kept and looked grandiose. There were two men and a woman sat on patio furniture under a large glass covered veranda. I was happy to recognise one of them. It was Clive, the instructor. He raised his glass to motion a ‘Hi’.
I walked over to them saying my greetings to each, shaking the hands of Clive and the other man, who introduced himself as Bob. I was again introduced to Claire and also to the other lady sat there. Her name was Sally.
Bob welcomed me to his and Claire’s house. I looked at everyone and guessed that Sally was Clive’s partner. Bob offered me a drink, and as he poured me a glass of punch, two more guests walked around the corner of the house to join us. And then almost immediately, two more, one of them a very strikingly and colourfully dressed black woman. I looked at Clive. He just smiled at me and raised his glass again. Claire was welcoming everyone and went into the house and brought out more jugs of punch on a tray.
“Good, everyone made it,” Bob announced, then stood and shook hands with the men and kissed the women on both cheeks.
We all sat down and just got into general chat. I was asked a few questions about where I was from and what I was studying, but all the time I felt that the women were flirting with me. I didn’t know really what to say to everyone, but I did get to remember their names. Bob and Claire, they were the hosts of this party and an early retired couple, both in their middle 50’s. There was Clive of course, my college instructor in his 40’s and Sally who was also a teacher in her late 30s’s. Mike and Jackie, they were another senior couple in their 60’s, retired, apparently enjoying a swinging life with a camper van travelling around southern Europe for sun in the winter, and finally, there was John and his wife Sinsa, both 40ish.
Mike was a college instructor like Clive, and his wife, Sinsa, was a house wife. I couldn’t help look, at Sinsa. Her dark skin was so appealing especially as she had the most amazing breasts. Very big and practically busting out of her outfit. I couldn’t stop glancing at them as she spoke to me. She was obviously very happy with the attention she was getting, always smiling because she obviously liked the compliment of me staring and practically dribbling down my shirt.
Bob then kicked off a conversation to the others about me chatting with Clive, and this was my first party. Apparently, I had asked about swingers and what the score was. This was greeted by laughter and giggles from everyone, but it settled down to them each telling me how they got into the scene. I listened to what they told me, asking one or two polite questions, but as the description continued, the language was getting more and more explicit. My cock twitched in my trousers more than few times, and I was thinking that things would get really embarrassing if I had to stand up right now.
As we were talking, I noticed cardigans and ties were being removed, and shirts were getting unbuttoned. But then all of a sudden, Sinsa uncoupled her top and let those large and gorgeous looking breasts free to the air. WOW. They hung there, naked, full, her dark nipples were hard and pointing, they looked amazing and I was mesmerised. I swallowed nervously and couldn’t stop staring as I took more sips of my punch.
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