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Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2015 06:10:03 -0400
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Chamber of Commerce Gala
 
    The night air feeling good as I walk the  sidewalk in front of the Post 
Office, then cross over to Market  Street.    The four short blocks from 
the Park a good stretch  of my legs.  Long legs at that, nice long ones, 
remembering the whistle  of the men on the corner of Mansion and Garden Street.  
Maybe not the  best of neighborhoods; but fairly safe for a non drug, gang 
involved  woman.  Only have to worry about a stray bullet.  Giggling, but  
sobering as it is a reality around this neighborhood.  The clicking of my  
heels loud and announcing my approach, past the Police Headquarters, and City  
Hall and the Grandview Hotel, my objective for this night. 
    Seeing the festive lights around the trees  and the decorations 
festooning the entrance to the Grandview.  The hassle  of the parking garage and 
the thought that I might have a few drinks at the  party deciding me on not 
driving.    The air really a bit  chilly, but not bad if you keep moving 
briskly.  Snow still visible on  the ground as I walk through the Main Entrance.  
Locating quickly that  the gathering would be in the Starlight Room.  Being 
a newbie member of  the Chamber of Commerce, I figured that this would be a 
great opportunity to  meet new people, business owners.  Checking my coat 
and picking up a name  tag, pressing it onto my top.  Then smoothing my skirt 
as I walk into the  milling crowd. 
    Walking to a couple of women that are in  the Reality field and talking 
with them as I take a glass of champagne from a  passing waiter.  Sipping 
it as I listen to the chit chat and look around  the room.  My eyes spotting 
Alana Hendricks in the middle of group of  suits.  Smiling as I excuse 
myself and walk closer to her, catching her  attention with a little wave of my 
hand.  Seeing her excuse herself and  walk over to me.  Brushing my lips and 
a quick girly hug.  Seeing  the men watch as we greet and exchange hellos.  
Alana is the owner of the  biggest Reality firm in the county.  You want to 
sell a high priced  house, she is the one to get to maximize your profits.  
Being a small fry  in the business and no real threat to her, she has been 
kind enough to help me  along.    Seeing the men appraising me as an unknown 
quantity,  knowing they are wondering who I am.  Alana is one of those 
fairly young  blue eyed blondes.  Fairly tall and willowy at 5'6" and add in her  
heels,   She is a lot like me in build.  Small B chest and long  tall legs. 
 My hips a bit wider then hers, not your perfect form.   Her blonde hair 
natural, as mine is multicolored, blonde and brown and  reddish, a dark brown 
being the root color.  Knowing the men who saw  Alana standing at almost 6' 
tall in her heels, and seeing her a good four  inches shorter then me.  Our 
ages are also a little different, she in her  mid thirties, me in my early 
forties.  Oh and her face is not pretty, it  is downright beautiful.  Pretty 
would be what a man who wanted to do me  would call me.  Plain would be his 
description of me otherwise.
    Circulating with Alana, around the room she  finding me or I her as we 
talk and converse with others of the Chamber.   Finding seats together, I am 
sure has tongues wagging.  I the unknown to  most here at the Awards Gala, 
Alana the shining star of the Reality world and  recipient of an award.  The 
word on Alana, being that she is a "swinger",  that she likes women and the 
men hoping that she will also likes men.   She flirts nicely with them, 
teases them, and I can see by the bulge in the  front of some of their 
trousers, that they would like more then just her  words.  As I mentioned, she is 
that young woman that everyone wants  to meet and know.  Her body is shaped 
just right and her dress shows  it off quite well.  Not your exaggerated large 
breasts, or build up  hips and ass; but the fine lines of a sleek car.  
Build for, well you  tell me what she is built for.
    Sometimes in our friendship, I wonder  why we are close friends.  I am 
not that beauty, that men want to be  seen with, so much as the one that 
they might want to spend a night and then  forget that they know me.  But 
Alana, we are close in our short time  of knowing each other.  Smiling to myself, 
as I am glad that she finds me  special in some way, and that she I share 
some of her secrets.
    At least there is not need for  a formal gowns at this festive event.  
The black dress that I  wear exposes my shoulders and hints at cleavage with 
a low  neckline.  the material clings to my hips and ass; but is loose 
around my  legs.  Falling to about midway on my thighs.  Just low enough to hid  
the tops of my stockings.  Alana as a royal blue dress with a low  front 
and back, shoulders covered.  Her lovely legs exposed from  a about mid thighs 
also.  The glitter of her jewelry, drawing your  eyes to the hint of 
cleavage and her low back, making each man wish it  was just a little lower in 
back.  Her long blonde hair flowing over her  shoulders,  The lush tresses like 
wind blown clouds as she moves her  head  
    The cocktail hour turning into a sit down  dinner; before the awards 
and the D J take over.  Sitting alongside of  Alana, neither of us having 
dates, seeing the men gazing wistfully at our  table.  The soft press of her 
thigh against mine under the table or brush  of shoulders and fingers fueling 
my thoughts with a possibility.  The  speeches leading up to the 
presentations droning on and on.  Finally  hearing Alana's name announced, having her 
turn to me and give me a kiss on  the lips, so soft wet and sudden.  "Wish me 
luck Patrice."  Her  hand fluttering to squeeze mine and then weaving her 
way around the table to  the dais.  The applause loud and lingering as she 
receives  her  award and  give a short speech. 
    You could see the men and many women  hanging on her words, undressing 
her with their eyes.  Oh, she is the  darling of the Chamber.  The men 
making sure they got a chance to hug and  kiss her in congratulations.  Feeling a 
little envious as I watch their  hands and mouths.  Some hugging high, 
others their hands touching the  just at the small of her back.  And one a 
little bit tipsy, touching and  ass cheek.  Her hand quickly pulling his away to 
his embarrassment.   Stopping for more kisses and hugs and well wishes on 
her way back to the  table. 
    Leaning over and kissing her cheek, feeling  her head turn to slide it 
to lips on lips, her chest pressing against mine for  a moment.  Feeling a 
spark of pleasure as my nipples brush against her  under my dress.  Taking my 
hand closest to her as we look to the stage  for the next award.  Her 
fingers squeezing it gently as she lays it on  her thigh under the table.  My 
eyes meeting  hers and slowly moving  the hand over the material of her dress 
to the hem, pushing it back and  feeling the warmth of her smooth thighs.   
Taking a slow deep  breath, and moving the hand back up the hollow formed by 
her inner thighs,  till I just can touch the underside of her thong.  
Feeling the warm  aroused flesh shielded from my finger tips by the thin material. 
   Hearing her intake of breath as my fingers move slowly massaging the 
fullness  more.  Her thighs trapping my hand as she squeezed on it.  "Her warm  
breath tickling my ear, as she whispers,  "you are a naughty girl  Patrice, 
you have me all hot and bothered."  Her lips biting my lobe for  a moment 
and then sitting back to watch the presentations.  My hand still  trapped 
between her legs.  Feeling her working her thighs, squeezing my  fingers.  
Looking down, I can the indentations of my thick nipples  pushing at my dress 
front.
    Feeling my hand released and reluctantly  pulling it back as we stand 
to app laude all the recipients of awards.   The DJ quickly taking over as 
the lights dim and couples move out to the dance  floor.  Alana quickly 
escorted to the floor by a younger man and gliding  so effortlessly past the other 
couples.  As one song move into another,  the men queueing to be next in 
line to dance with her.  A slow dance, a  fast one, a sensuous one, she making 
each look so simple and sensual.  A  few whirls around the floor for me, 
with mostly older men, older then me by a  bit.   Then seeing Alana, tapping 
the man I am dancing with on the  shoulder.  
"My turn."  The man  breaking the hold and Alana moving into my arms.  Her 
hands moving around  my waist, holding me at the hips, as my hands do the 
same.  Leaning  forward, head to shoulder, breasts pressing to each other, as 
are our mounds,  as the hands pull a tighter clinch.  Inhaling the strong 
scent of her  perfume as we move around the floor, the faces around us a 
merry-go-round  people.  The slow song, much too quickly ending as we stop and 
then hand  and hand, Alana, leading me to the Powder Room.  Walking past the  
attendant to the next room, Alana, finding a stall at the end of the  line.  
Pulling me in behind her and bolting the door.
    Her lips finding mine in a long hard  kiss.  Fingers digging into my 
ass cheeks as we stand, mounds grinding  against each other.  Lips glued 
tight, exchanging the sweet taste of each  other.  My hands moving to massaging 
her tight ass cheeks.  Feeling  my face flushing as we stand clenched in an 
almost primal need.  Pressing  Alana down onto the seat of the commode.  And 
kneeling down in front of  her, between her legs.  My head lowering and 
kissing inside her  knee.  Small kisses as my hand slide up the velvety thighs, 
and massage  the already swollen flesh.  My own labia engorged with need, 
feeling full  between my legs as I worship up Alana's legs, teasing her thong 
with my tongue  and lips.  Feeling her beneath my mouth, her fingers 
wrapping in my hair  and pressing my head harder against her now wet thong.  
Licking at the  warm flesh as I wiggle on my knees.
    Feeling Alana, pulling my hand from her  crotch.  looking up at her 
with need in my eyes.  Seeing the smile  on her lips and eyes.  "Patience, dear 
girl.  This isn't the  place."  Kissing her lips hungrily as she stands up, 
pulling me to my  feet also.  Brushing at my knees and nylons.  
Straightening my skirt  and hers as we break our kiss.  Then listening and opening the 
door to  the stall.  Walking to the large mirrors and smiling to each other 
in a  secret exchange as we check out each other.  Then nodding and walking  
back to the party.    Still feeling the heat of our minutes in  the stall, 
clouding my mine and feeling the moisture wetting my own  thong.  Thinking I 
can smell my scent as we walk back to our table.   Sipping my drink as I 
watch Alana, again the belle of the ball, moving from  one man's arms to 
another.
    Finally after a long series of good nights  and good byes, walking with 
Alana to her BMW.  Climbing in the passenger  side, watching her slide into 
the driver's side.  Punching the button and  the car starting, backing out 
of the VIP space and then out onto Market Street  and then down to 
Washington Street and unto Route 9 north.  The care  eating up the miles quickly, as 
we head to Hyde Park.  Laying back, my  left hand lazily resting on Alana's 
leg.  Slowing leaning towards her as  my hand works it way between her legs 
and pushing her skirt up, against  feeling the wetness of her thong, and the 
fullness of her arousal.    Being rewarded with little moans and squeals of 
pleasure as I caress and  massage and tease her as she drives.  Her legs 
spread wide to allow me  access to her needy body.  My fingers finding the 
moisture and  alternating between teasing more from her body and licking it f
rom my  fingers.  Letting her taste my fingers as she drives slowing down as 
we  pass through Hyde Park.  The Vanderbuilt Estate, flying by on the left  
side as we leave town. 
    The car picking up speed, and handling the  windy curves as we head 
north.  Undoing my seat belt and leaning into her  lap, my mouth and tongue 
again working on her arousal.  Peaking it and  then letting it ebb, teasing her 
to a higher state with each renewal of my  oral skills.  The musk so strong 
in the interior of the car.  My  need adding to the strong scent.  Finally 
Alana, pulls my head from her  lap, and settles me against her shoulder, as 
we slow down for the village of  Rhinebeck, taking a side street to the old 
Colonial that is her  residence.  The gates opening as she presses the 
remote and then the  garage door sliding up as she pulls into the roomy facility. 
 Lights  coming on as the door closes behind us.
    "Now you little bitch,"  Alana looking  at me with mischief in her 
eyes.  "Get out, I will teach you to tease me  so."  Sliding out of the 
passenger side and walking around the back to  the entrance to her house.  Alana 
meeting me behind the car and grabbing  me in a strong grip, as she pulls my 
mouth to hers.  The lithe woman,  very athletic and strong.  Holding me 
against her as her mouth takes  mine.  Her tongue warm and sweet as it probes into 
my mouth.  Her  crotch pressing against me as she grinds me back till I am 
laying on the back  of the car. 
    Fingers now teasing my hard nipples through  the material of my dress.  
Pulling and pinching the sensitive tips.   The sweet girl gone now, as she 
takes what she wants from me.  No need to  hide the fact that she likes 
women.  And smiling to myself, that tonight  I am that woman.  Feeling one hand 
kneading my legs breast and nipple,  and her other sliding down to my legs, 
and parting them, pressing between and  up.  Her fingers knowingly touching 
the fat lips of my cunt, swollen with  my need.  Breathing hard as I lay 
back under her.  My chest pumping  and my legs spreading to allow her access to 
my nasty puss.  Groaning  loudly as I feel her fingers, push my thong to 
the side and slip them into the  warm tunnel of my cunt.  My head moving side 
to side as she fingers fucks  me.  Her thumb nail finding and dragging over 
my swollen clit.   Moaning helplessly under her ministrations.  The smaller 
woman using my  body, taking me to the edge.  Sweat beading on my body as I 
feel my upper  body flushing, as my walls collapse around her fingers.  Then 
a groan of  loss as she steps back and her fingers slip from my puss.
    Laying weak with need on the back of her  car.  Looking up at the 
willowy woman, so in control as she always  is.  "Now my dear Patrice, you will 
pay for your teasing me to  distraction while I was driving."  Looking up at 
her as she pulls my  dress down, the thin straps sliding down my arms and 
exposing the thin bra  covering my breasts.  Undoing the snap between my 
breasts and pulling the  small cups away, exposing the small mounds and the two 
hard engorged  nipples.  Her lips pulling on them nipping, twisting pulling 
biting the  sensitive tips.  My moans loud as I writhe on her car. her hands  
pulling my dress up and exposing my wet thong,   Fingers dragging it  down 
over my ass cheeks and then sliding it down my legs.  Undoing the  zipper on 
my dress and then pulling it down, till I lay on her car, just in my  
nylons, garter belt and heels. 
    My hairless pussy exposed in the harsh  light of the garage.  The wet 
walls parted, showing the wetness of my  cunt.  As I breathe I can smell my 
skanky scent.  Seeing the look as  she scans me from face to breasts to 
stomach and then my cunt.  "Needy  little bitch."  Her words making me shiver as 
she slaps her fingers  downward to sting my cunt lips.  Jumping with the 
hard sting, and the wet  sound of my flesh and her hand.  "Turn over baby.  I 
am going to  give you what you been asking for all night."
    Turning over and laying stripped on the  back of her car.  Feeling the 
coolness of the metal under my skin.   My fat cunt lips aching, as are my 
thick nipples, as I lay waiting her  pleasure.  Hearing her behind me, knowing 
that she is stripping her  clothes off, then feeling her warm flesh against 
my ass cheeks.  Grunting  as she pulls me to my feet and I am positioned 
bent over, hands resting on the  car back.  My legs spread apart, as I feel 
her touching my swollen cunt  lips.  Knowing that they are exposed between my 
spread legs.  Then  feeling the touch of her sex against mine as she moves 
forward.  The  engorged cock, long and thick, sliding into my cunt.  Filling 
me quickly  as it slips past my slick pussy lips.  Moaning loudly as I feel 
her mound  push against my ass cheeks.  The cock buried deep now, my walls 
quickly  forming around it like a sheath.  Then feeling Alana pulling back, 
just  leaving the thick head in my pussy, then forward again.  Her pace 
picking  up and now becoming a hard fuck.  Her ball sacking banging on my inner  
thighs, as again and again, she spears my cunt and then pulls back.  My  
breath ragged as I feel her taking me like the bitch I am.  Making me her  
personal cunt.  Hearing her grunting now, as my walls are spasming,  clamping on 
the thick cock shaft.  Mewling as I trail drool on the sheen  of the car.  
The cock smacking wetly against my ass cheeks and then  pulling 
back..............feeling her holding it deep in me and then the  expanding of the fat 
cock head deep in my puss.  The warm blasts of thick  creamy seed, scalding 
my walls and the entrance to my womb.  My body  milking harder now, at the 
shaft, as I feel each spurt of cum deep in my  cunt.  My eyes unfocused, as I 
spasm again in long hard contractions on  the thick shaft.  Feeling cum 
leaking from my cunt, as I press myself  back to Alana.  Long minutes we stand, 
her cock buried in my cunt, then  finally feeling her pulling out of me.  A 
glut of cum oozing from my cunt  as the thick knob pulls free.  Turning to 
look into her eyes, then down  at the long thick cock, still mostly hard, 
waving proudly from her  groin.  So odd and lovely at the same time, to see a 
very virile cock on  the lovely body of the blonde girl.
    Smiling as I fall to my knees to clean the  warm leaking cock.  Tasting 
the cream, as my fingers milk the smooth ball  sack and tease a few more 
drop of pearly white cum from the pee slit.   The taste so lovely, the musk of 
her so strong, as I hug her around the backs  of the legs.  Licking slowly 
as I clean the lovely she-male.    Feeling well fucked and loved at the same 
time.  Seeing the disarray of  clothing strewn around the garage as Alana 
pulls me to my feet and leads me  into the house and more lovely fucking and 
sucking.  Thinking at how  surprised the men would be to see Alana 
naked.............
    
    
    
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