Tina pushed me off her body with the belittling words “Come on! We’ll go back to the party. You’ll never manage a third.” Her words rather gave me the impression that she was on the hunt for some more cock from the party. I didn’t mind if that was the case although it would be a matter of really sloppy thirds for someone considering how much jizz I had pumped into her.
We got cleaned up and dressed and were soon walking back to the party. Tina lost me as soon as we were back inside and I spotted her heading for a guy drinking on his own in a corner. I looked around and saw just a sea of new faces. I really didn’t know anyone in the room. I grabbed a drink, making it a strong one after my frollick with Tina, then walked slowly around the party. There were many obvious couples and a few groups of people all talking very animatedly now the drinking had fully kicked in. I found a vantage point to observe quite a lot of the biggest room and settled there to view the proceedings.
After a short while a passing lone female stopped to exchange a rather drunken few words, clearly mistaking me for someone else. It was a pity that she thought I was ‘Tom’ because she was coming on to ‘Tom’ quite heavily, assuring ‘him’ that Stephanie will never know. It made me wonder just how much sex was on offer in this circle of friends. I felt quite buoyed by prospects. Some guy whisked the lady away, apologising to me for something.
As they staggered away, my eyes picked up on a movement on the other side of the room. It was a blur but it was a blur in turquoise, the colour Amy had been wearing earlier. I didn’t manage to follow the sighting and I lost it. Another lady sauntered over and introduced herself as Jenny. To my delight, she had an incredible cleavage on display. My eyes spent more time there than on her rather attractive face but she didn’t object. I thought that perhaps she was one of those women who uses a cleavage to get attention – not that I’m complaining about that tactic. I love to stare into the alluring valley between magnificent breasts.
I held the lady’s attention with some banal conversation piece whilst I drank in the delights of her cleavage, feeling certain that there was a hint of areola about to rise like a new moon. Suddenly a sultry voice whispered into my ear “Be careful, you may fall in, never to be seen again – and that would be a shame.” My head spun in the direction of the voice and there she was – Amy, staring into my eyes with a teasing grin.
Jenny joined in the new conversation with a blunt contribution consisting of “Oh fuck off, Amy! I like showing my tits off. I have great tits!”and then she stared at me as if seeking my thoughts.
Engaging my mouth before my brain, I said “Yes, you do have great tits!” and then I stuttered and stammered and coloured up. The two women laughed at my awkwardness.
Rescuing me but still maintaining the risqué theme, Amy asked “And mine?”
I looked down slightly to view her lovely breasts, braless and sculptured by the clinging fabric of her top, nipples very apparent and I guessed about C cup. “Oh yes!” I drooled, “Yours are lovely too. Definitely lovely!”
Touching my arm gently, Amy softly said “Aw thanks, you sweet man.”
Jenny started to turn away but not before she said “Any time you want to see my ‘great tits’, just let me know.”
Trying to joke, I replied “Rain check?”
Jenny said “You bet. I’m serious! Anytime you want!”
As she walked away, I turned back to Amy and said “Wow! What a tease!”
Amy replied “It wasn’t a tease. She loves to show her tits. She always tries to work it into our plays. She’s succeeded too. They are great tits. You should take her up on it.”
Feeling a bit obliged and rather awkward, I dared to say “Yours really are lovely – I mean – what there is to see of them. Oh gosh, I must sound so daft!”
Amy tried to put me more at ease. “Hey, I don’t mind talking about my tits. Maybe I don’t offer them about quite like Jenny does, but I happy with my tits and I can talk about them.”
