Steam 4 - Lucky Panties

[dplover]

Steam 4 Lucky Panties

A crash of lightning illuminated the steam rising from the hot payment, N'leans is hot and steamy this time of year, the deeply carved door was partly open, there was no need for anyone wait outside in the evening drizzle.

She was right, the house was almost a mansion. They mingled with the other couples in the sitting room, the wine was good, the conversation was interesting but not very relaxed. Their eyes meet as each new couple arrived, silently the ladies established an order. Each was used to being the prettiest girl in the room, not tonight.

Upstairs and never alone for more than a few moments, their host enjoyed a glass of port. In turn each woman made her way up to the room lit only by the single bulb. His robe was loosened, each in her own way proved fellatio is art.

A current of nervousness as strong as the mighty Mississippi flowed with polite conversation. One at a time the couples would separate, she would ascend the grand staircase, he would take his turn as the odd man out.

Some stood quietly, some would pace, but each would be left with his own emotions as the clock slowed in the absence of his girl. She tried to listen, but was very quiet up stairs, her imagination rushed, her turn would come soon enough.

He watched a shapely blonde descend, the handrail steadied her, he wondered if a garter belt held up her lacy stockings. Soon she was back on the sofa next to hubby, casually flipping off her heels she tucked her heels under her bottom, blonde locks rested on hubbies shoulder.

Another cork pooped, heads turned, something from France no doubt. Nervously he surveyed the room, who was next. Her grip on his hand tighten and then relaxed, she pecked his cheek. The invitation had come in the mail, this was their first time together at a gathering like this. Last time she had climbed that staircase she had been the late night entertainment for a group just like this.

She paused at the door, the ottoman was ominous under the bright light, she wondered how many girls had spent time draped over it.

“Glad you come...” the accent was french cut with essence of the south.

He was sitting in the chair that matched the ottoman. A black top hat, probably left over from some Mardi Gras costume rested on the ottoman. His robe was open, a pillow at his feet, her little gasp was involuntary.

“Come where I can see you”, she stepped into the bright spot.

“Panties in the jar please”, she wiggled her skirt up, her lace was pink with white trim, they had picked them together. She had shaved more than her legs this afternoon, he had left her wet before pulling her panties all the way up. There was a tangle of lace in the top hat, mostly black or solid white, her pink one's were the prettiest she thought. The blonde before her had left him aroused, she knelt, the pillow kept her knees off the old wood floor.

He swirled the port in a stemmed glass, it was hard to believe, but there was a perfect red lip stick ring near the bottom of him. She had know idea how a girl could get that much of him in her mouth. But, someone had and left her mark to prove it.

“Just you lips dear...”, her held her hands.

“Did you share my handy work from last time with you husband...what did he think”? She nodded as best she could to the first part...a flicking tongue and the best smile she could manage filled in the details.

With wet and sloppy sounds she attended to him, he throbbed along the length of her taste buds. She had gotten a glimpse of him last time, but that was well before he was ready. After she had counted he was more than ready, from behind he stretched her inside, as she fingered herself to the moment of perfection. Then draped over the ottoman she relaxed , her bottom still burned and he had felt big, but she had know idea it was like this

Foreplay...this was much better, having him in mouth was so personal, so exciting, her nipple were like crystals, she was damp, she had touched herself in the shower dreaming about this. Just as he had with the ones before her, he resisted the most natural of all urges, the night was young.

“ We mustn’t keep them waiting...”. Glancing at the black hat he wished her luck...he meant it.

His expression was serious, her smile was gentle, the kiss was quick and on the lips. They sat on the hearth, no need for a fire this time of year, lighting flashed outside, the thunder was a distant rumbling.

“What happened...what...”, she smiled knowing he had know idea she had left her panties upstairs, all of them had.

“What happened...what too so long...” she looked at her watch, had only been 10 minutes or so.

Collectively the groups head turned, he stood at bannister, overlooking the group.

“Thank you ladies...quite a collection...”, triumphfully he held them up, there was a collective gasp, husbands starred at wives. She could see her pink ones peeking out as he held up the handful of delicates for the crowd below to see.

There eyes meet, her smile was warmth, she pecked him on the cheek.

He descended slowly, every week was different explained to the newcomers, this week it would be the girl with the luckily panties. Standing in the middle of a silent crowd he stirred the contents, closed his eyes and pulled a bright pink pair of panties from the hat.

Her breath left her, she covered her mouth with her hand, the applause the was polite.

Hand in hand, ascended the staircase as a group of three.

Dplover

[weluvtoodoit]

Nice........leaves everyone wanting and waiting.