Sex Party with B

That morning, I made a mad dash for my dentists office in Queens. It was a nightmare of a trip, since I was carrying a large bag full of winter jackets, it was hot and I was aggravated, and I accidentally got on the wrong train, realized my mistake, transferred to the right one, and finally came out at the wrong train station. Twice. The second time was because I got off at the right station, didn’t recognize it, and got on the train again thinking it’s the next stop. It was a nightmare, and I ended up being late. After the dentist, I texted B to see if we’re hanging out tonight. He said we might get a job.

Back home, I showered, shaved, and scrunched some curling cream in my hair. B wanted to meet at 9:30, then texted me to come at 10. We were not working after all, but his friends have offered us discount passes on a sex party: normally it would be $125 per couple, but with these tickets it’s only $50, and we decided to go and check it out. I was curious and really wanted to go, since B told me it was quite an experience.

The party turned out to be a great experience. It was hosted at a very posh space downtown, and the crowd was upscale but chilled out. The converted warehouse-type building had a huge patio, a roof deck, a lounge, and a dance space. The theme was “Summer of Love”, and everyone’s 60’s-style wigs and headbands prevented even the snobby people from looking pretentious. There were a couple of extremely hot strippers as entertainment, and lots of action going on in corners and on couches all around the room. We chilled out with B’s friends- an older couple and a younger girl they brought with them. They offered to smoke us up on the roof deck, and after sharing a pipe and making small talk, suddenly the older woman and I started making out with B, and then I turned to the younger girl and made out with her. She turned out to be a giddy and excited sweetie, and I immediately felt that despite the posh atmosphere, these are very cool people.

We went to a section with couches and lounged around, making out and talking. Next to us was a couple, and whereas the boy was average-looking, the girl was an impossibly hot, racially-mixed vixen, with curly hair and a gorgeous, tight body. After we’ve been next to each other for a few minutes- me on top of B, and her on top of her guy- B suggested that I start touching her, and after I worked up some courage, I reached out a hand, and stroked her lovely backside. She turned out to be incredibly responsive, and a great playmate. None of us went “all the way”, but we all made out and groped each other for a good 20 minutes, which was insanely hot. At one point, I was surprised when the male stripper who had been entertaining the crowd earlier, stepped off the stage and started playing with my ass. Although I was not interested in going any further with him, merely the fact that he was willing to do it was sexy and fun.

Afterwards, B drove me to the subway. Before I went in, he asked if I’m available for a job the next day, and told me to be at his place by noon. It was extremely late and I was more than ready to go home, but apparently transportation was not my forte that day. I got on the wrong train and immediately fell asleep, sending myself into the deep recesses of the Bronx. After getting out, backtracking, and getting on the right train, I couldn’t sleep anymore. Dawn was breaking as I walked home from the station to the sound of chirping birds, and when I put my key to the keyhole, I could see it clearly by the new daylight.