From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
ubject: One Night (F+M+, party)[1/4]
Date: 26 Oct 1996 21:48:28 GMT

			      One Night
			       Part One

	"I do not pay more attention to my cats then to you!"

	"You aren't even aware of your own habits!"

	God I was tired of this argument we'd been having in for the
last three weeks. Now sitting inside Harry's Bar, I had had enough.

	"Look I can't talk about this one more time. I'm out of here.
I'll see you in the morning."

	"Where are you going to go? To a hotel? That would be sweet!"

	I left the bar without a backwards glance. My boyfriend could
be such a bitch! He stared after me as I walked out, I'm sure he
thought I would walk back to our apartment. Neither one of us could
have known what would happen.

	It was uncomfortably cold out as I walked along the dimly lit
street. I was pissed and not a little buzzed. Damn him, his life
revolves around himself. If I'm not paying attention to him something
is wrong with me. I stomped on ignoring the bums and the rude cat
calls I got from the seventeen year olds lurking outdoors for the
first times in their lives.

	I was beginning to feel the cold. Shit.

	A gray Cadillac Seville pulled up beside me. I walked quicker.
The driver sounded the horn. It was a slightly gentile sound, even for
11:00 at night.

	"Hey, Kat, wait up!"

	Jesus even the weirdos know my name!

	"Kat, stop, don't you recognize me?"

	I looked closer. I did recognize him. He was a client that
came into the real estate company I worked at as a secretary. We had
spoken a few times and he seemed all right.

	"Brad, hi how are you?" I couldn't force any interest into my
voice.

	"Great, look what are you doing out here?"

	Twenty questions, just what I needed.

	"I'm walking, Brad."

	"Well get in the car for god sake. I'll give you a ride home.
Don't worry, we'll go straight to your house."

	That was all I needed.

	"All right thanks," I said it with less gratitude than eunuch
invited to his first bachelor party.

	"Just a little down tonight?"

	By his tone of voice I couldn't tell if he was being facetious
or what.

	"Look you don't want to go home right now do you?"

	This guy was bright.

	"I know of a party going on close by, casual people, you know,
comfortable. What do you say we stop by for a while."

	I looked at Brad more closely. He was forty if a day. But he
was the well-kept forty of a former athlete who went to the gym four
days a week to convince himself that he wasn't loosing it.

	"Sure, why not."

	We drove past what I considered close by. Finally we pulled up
to a two and half story house set far back from the road. The out side
of the house was lit with soft red and blue Malibu lights.

	There was the sound of jazz music dominated by soulful
saxophones in the night air.

	"This is it," Brad said unnecessarily.

	I was still in a bad mood.

	We went up to the door. Brad opened it, apparently it was not
the type of party that you knocked at. We went in.

	The room was typical party. A light layer of smoke (this was
the nineties after all) and people crowded around each other talking
at once without listening at all. Brad introduced me around then
slipped away. I wondered about that, but not too strenuously after my
third glass of champagne.

	I milled around talking for an hour or so, then it began to
occur to me that the faces were somewhat fluid. I mean they were
familiar, but not entirely so. The people I had spoken to seemed to
disappear for long periods of time no worse for wear. Brad never
rejoined me and I began to get miffed.

	I noticed a girl Brad had introduced me to at the beginning of
the evening sitting alone on a leather couch. She seemed quite
contented to be there, with a vague smile at the corners of her soft
mouth.

	"Eva, have you seen Brad?" I was done with this party and
wanted to say a curt goodbye to him.

	"Yes - don't you know where he is?"

	Her smile was soft, almost fearful as she looked up at me.

	"No, I haven't seen him since I got here. I don't know where
he could be.

	Her smile became stronger. Her attitude seemed to shift.

	"Have you ever been to one of John Barclays' parties before?"

	"No, I've never been in this part of town before."

	It could have been my imagination, but it seemed to me that
her smile became a little bit stronger. I sat down on the couch.

	I'm sure it wasn't her doing, but the leather couch seemed to
fold our bodies closer together. Her hand fluttered around her hair
and came to rest casually, on my thigh. I ignored it.

	"I'm sure Brad's up in one of the rooms. Do you want me to
show you?"

	It must have been my imagination, but I could have swore I
heard a challenge in her voice. I nodded my head. Eva pushed herself
off the couch, her hand still upon my thigh. Her hand slid up,
accidentally, and she gave no notice that she brushed me.

	It made me aware that I was damp there. Eva took two steps and
glanced over her shoulder, with the most natural air she stuck the tip
of her finger in her mouth and sucked on it. I drew my breath but
followed her.

	I followed Eva into a hallway with closed doors. The carpet
was the mundane variety, but the sounds coming from behind the closed
doors were not. A high-pitched female scream that could have been
pleasure or perhaps not, echoed in the hallway. This time, Eva ignored
the obvious.

	I began to feel a little bit nervous, but it was a pleasant
sensation, contrasted as it was with my day-to-day life. I was sure,
in my naivete that I would be able to back out of whatever was in
front of me. I was getting wetter.

	Eva and I approached a stairway. She moved up gracefully as if
in her own home. I began to notice the quality of the carpeting and
the furnishings, and I clutched my fluted champagne glass, the sixth
of the evening, closer to my body.

	We came to a landing larger than most rooms. It was exquisite.
It was a soft ivory complemented by a blue and ivory silk wallpaper.
There was a couch of matching blue silk nestled in the landing and Eva
indicated with a dismissive air that I should wait there.

	She was challenging me! I knew that she was manipulating me,
but my ego still had to respond.

	"I'll follow you up, thanks."

	Eva allowed herself the smile of a slave who's become a
master, to rest on her lips.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: One Night (F+M+, party)[2/4]
Date: 26 Oct 1996 21:49:08 GMT

			      One Night
			       Part Two

	We mounted the rest of the stairs. The light from the wall
fixtures was very subdued, as if adjusted for eyes that would have
come out of a darker light.

	The hallway consisted of closed doors, about five on either
side. We past the first door. No obscene noise greeted us, just the
soft, muted music from below. Eva glanced back to see if I was
following her. I gave her my best impassive smile, which she returned
with what must have been her best "you ain't seen nothin' yet" grin.

	We paused in front of what I took to be a mirror at first.
Reaching for a switch, Eva adjusted the light around us. The "mirror"
resolved into a one way window, behind which was one of the most
beautiful women I have ever seen was pacing. I felt a momentary stab
of sheer female jealousy looking at her.

	Long black hair fell in curls down her back to her waist. Her
face, perfectly oval, needed no make-up or other tricks to look
luminous. She was tall for a woman, and looked even more so because of
the high black heels she was wearing. Oh! And what she was wearing! It
was a black negligee as they were meant to be. Silky lace covered her
body and melted into a sheer black fabric that fell to her feet.

	I looked away, feeling as if I was intruding on another's
privacy.

	"Look," Eva commanded.

	I looked.

	A slender dark-haired man was entering the room. He was
dressed in a leaf brown robe made of shiny material, silk? He didn't
approach the woman and her pacing became more agitated. He walked
instead to a small bar inset to the far wall.

	"Who are these people?" I asked, whispering for no apparent
reason.

	"Other guests like yourself who've come, or been brought here
for fun."

	I was distracted. This kind of voyeurism made me
uncomfortable.

	The man set down his glass and looked at the woman. She
stopped pacing, stopped moving at all, in fact. She watched him as he
crossed the room towards her.

	He stopped within inches of her face. They stood staring at
each other, testing, challenging. Her eyes dropped first.

	She backed way from him, her legs bumping against the large
four poster bed that dominated the room. She shook her head twice, as
if she had just realized what she had lost by dropping her eyes first.

	She tried, in a flurry of black lace, to roll away from him on
the bed. He reached for her, easily grabbing her left ankle and
pulling her back across the satin bed spread. With his left arm he
pushed her body back onto the bed, with his right he exposed her
thigh. He reached down with his mouth and kissed the exposed flesh.

	She tried to squirm away and he grabbed a hand full of black
hair. She relented and he gave all his attention to the thigh that had
become his captive.

	He sank down to his knees and divided his attention between
the two legs now exposed for his pleasure.

	The woman's body relaxed. She began to move in rhythm with the
one his tongue had naturally taken up. She pushed her body towards his
face, eager now to participate.

	With his left arm he pushed her back, teasing her, giving only
as much as he wanted.

	She snarled in frustration and violently pushed herself away
from him. Sitting back on her heels she regarded his amused expression
with malice. She launched herself forward at him, too quick for him to
respond. Helpless he found himself beneath her. She moved quickly,
angled his body to the head of the bed, and snapped his left wrist in
a handcuff that had lay hidden in the covers. While he was recovering
from the shock of this turn around, she took his right wrist and
treated it the same as its brother.

	The black haired women stood away from the bed to survey what
she had done. With two sure moves she secured his legs in straps there
for just that purpose.

	Her smile was exquisite. Slowly she reached for his brown
robe, parting it at the chest.

	Although the man was slender he was by no means small and the
chest she exposed was well muscled and strong. She leaned her head
over enough for her hair to brush his skin. He smiled at her
benevolently as the illusion of control still rested in his brain.

	She smile at him, and reached down to his chest with one
manicured fingernail. Still smiling she twisted one of his chest hairs
around her finger and pulled it out.

	His grunt of surprise was inaudible, but expressed completely
on his face. The change in his position was starting to dawn on him.

	I looked over at Eva for her reaction. Her eyes were trained
on the glass.

	"Watch," she commanded.

	I did as she said.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: One Night (F+M+, party)[3/4]
Date: 26 Oct 1996 21:49:39 GMT

			      One Night
			      Part Three

	The black haired women leaned her head all the way back
enjoying the sensuousness of her hair against her skin. She moved away
from the bed, to the bar, and picked up the man's unfinished drink.
She added ice cubes to it and stirred with her finger. She moved back
to the bed where the slender man lay, watching her with a bemused
expression.

	Withdrawing her finger from the glass, she ran it slowly
around his mouth. He quickly lifted his head and sucked hard on her
finger. She laughed as she pulled away from him. She set the drink
down beside the bed and took out both of the ice cubes. One she placed
in her mouth, the other she gripped in her right hand. The man shook
his head from side to side, silently protesting her intentions. She
placed the ice cube in her hand into the glass and approached the bed.
Slowly she pulled away the rest of his robe, exposing his half hard
penis to our view. She spat the ice cube out of her mouth into her
right hand and leaned forward across the bed. Slowly she tongued his
stomach as her right hand traced a frozen path up his left thigh. He
squirmed under her ministrations, but she paid no attention to him.
She popped the ice cube back in her mouth and slowly caressed his now
tight scrotum. His erection grew and she nuzzled it closed mouthed.
Changing positions back with the ice cube she attacked him, drawing
him into her frosty mouth. he must have been moaning at these
conflicting feelings, but he arched his back for more just the same.
She drew her head all the way back, almost freeing him from his new
prison, then plunged her head down to engulf him again.

	Her right hand, still holding the ice cube snaked up his
thigh, he was hardly aware of it, until it hit his scrotum. He leaped
away from her, and she easily brought him back into position. Sucking
hard on him she made him endure the ice cube on his most sensitive
parts. Her mouth manipulated him and he moaned with an impending
orgasm. Quickly she withdrew and let him settle back down. He glared
at her and she smiled as she ran the rapidly melting ice cube along
his hard penis. She followed it with her mouth and worked him until he
was just to the brink.

	My mouth was slightly open during this last demonstration.

	My breath was coming in uneven pants as I watched the two
lovers. Eva had moved behind me, when I don't know. Her breath touched
the back of my neck softly and I became aware of my own body. I was
warm, my thighs felt as if they were near a fire. I felt Eva's warmth
and enjoyed it. Her hand moved lightly on my arm, so lightly I was
almost not aware of it, It was just a sensation to be enjoyed. She
caressed my arm and gently traced a path across my neck. I shivered in
response, but held still. Slowly her hand wondered around my shoulders
and down my chest. Gently she pushed her fingers, over my tee shirt,
between my breasts and down my stomach. She drew small patterns there
and eased her way back up.

	I didn't move, I couldn't. I had never been touched by a woman
before. I was shocked, and excited.

	Eva must have sensed my indecision. Her roaming slowed and she
just brushed the tops of my breasts so softly I could almost pretend
it wasn't happening. But it was and the rest of my body knew it.

	She whispered in my ear... "Kat... do you like what you've
seen so far?"

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: One Night (F+M+, party)[4/4]
Date: 26 Oct 1996 21:50:07 GMT

			      One Night
			      Part Four

	I didn't answer, but continued to stare at the lovers in front
of me. The woman's left hand had encircled the top of his rock hard
penis. She tightened her grip and squeezed off his orgasm. He
thrashed on the bed. He wanted satisfaction, he wanted her and he
didn't want to wait.

	Her garments were cleverly made, with a single motion she
undid the crucial part of her outfit. She smiled down on the man.

	With one hand on the bedpost, she raised herself up across his
face and slowly lowered herself down.

	His face leaped forward to caress her now. Where he had been
stingy before he eagerly aimed to please. Her head when slowly back as
his lips and tongue sought out her center. He seemed to move in slow
motion as he slipped his tongue on the outside of her body. Gradually
he moved inwards, lapping at her as she became visibly wet.

	She dominated him. Taking his hair in her left hand she guided
his tongue where she wanted it. She reached behind her with her right
hand, moving the almost gone ice cube along his genitals.

	They were both covered with sweat. She moved down his body and
teased the head of his penis with her wetness. She moved against him,
driving them both crazy.

	Languidly she grasped the head of his penis with the ice cube
still in her hand. She inserted him inside her, frozen flesh meeting
with magma.

	She rode him with excruciating slowness, up and down avoiding
his desperate thrusts.

	His face changed, he was pleading with her, his words so clear
I could read them.

	"Free me, I can give you more pleasure if I have full
movement,... Master."

	She looked down at her slave. Quickly she pushed her body down
full on him, rapidly she repeated the motion. The man's breathing was
ragged.

	Abruptly she pulled off. Moving quickly she freed him, "Show
me what you can do, slave."

	The man drew a deep breath, he had been so close to cumming he
couldn't accept that it wasn't happening.

	He drew his arms and legs together and placed his hands on the
woman's back. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply with his
tongue.

	He continued to kiss her and maneuvered her onto her back.

	Still kissing her he turned her slowly from her side on to her
stomach. She let him do so with without response. But once on her
stomach she started to protest. He held her fast, with one hand on her
neck and the other making trash out of her clothes. He exposed her
back, and below. His tongue started at the base of her spine and moved
down. Licking her softly he reached the crack of her ass.

	Eva's hand was on my breast now, feeling the entire expanse,
caressing the roundness, the fullness that they were. I leaned into
her hand without thought. She touched my nipple, running the flat of
her hand against the rising flesh.

	The man's tongue traced a devastating path. Lashing her with
his tongue, he controlled her. He explored her, violated her, and she
could not resist him.

	Her legs spread beneath him, and I felt my own legs moving. He
spread her ass apart, and she did not resist him. He lowered his head
to her ass and began to claim her. His tongue moved along her, his
teeth nipped at her clitoris and she jumped away. He pushed her back,
and plunged his tongue into her. She bucked beneath him, but he held
her too tightly. With one sure move he shoved his tongue in her ass.
She screamed. The sound made it out of the room.

	Eva was panting into my ear. She bit it quickly and squeezed
my breast hard. I moaned into the air and her hand flew down my
thighs. Her hand moved fluidly up my skirt. She touched me with her
hand on top of the material of my panties.

	I was soaking wet. She moved her hand around the material and
traced a path along the edges. With her fingernail she lifted the seam
of the cloth and touched my wetness. She drew her finger along my
lips, honing in on the clitoris, she caressed it briefly, then began
to explore me.