From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Party (FF, lesbian) Date: 25 Oct 1996 20:45:44 GMT The Party Surprise by Miss Lucy Hurricane season on the East Coast means at least a few blackouts. Everyone knows to keep the flashlights and candles handy. A few of my friends were having a "hurricane party". We were far enough inland to feel fairly safe, and it was just a good way to spend time we'd all be cooped up inside anyway. The party was full swing, when the inevitable happened. The lights and music came to a screeching halt. First, predictably, everyone cheered. Then, once we quieted down, our hosts told us to all stay where we were until he could find the candles and matches. I was wishing I had found a place to sit before this happened, but I was pretty sure it wouldn't be a long wait. Outside, the wind wailed and made us all a little nervous. Lame jokes sent giggles scattering across the room. Where I was (around a corner in the hall), not even the lightning penetrated. I leaned against the wall and waited. When I first felt it, my impulse was to grab it. Someone's hand was on my breast! But the protest caught in my throat. What was the worst this person could do? We were in a crowded apartment, and the lights could come on at any moment. Besides; whoever it was, they were doing a really nice job. Firm but gentle fingers swirled around my breast, making my nipple strain against my bra and shirt. Then the whole hand began to knead my breast. Another hand worked at my other breast, and I could feel my groper's breath on my face. Then, the hands began to yank up my shirt. Reaching underneath, they slipped my bra straps off my shoulders, then scooped my breasts out of my bra. If the lights came on now, I was really in trouble! Fingers pinched my nipples, then there was the sudden shock of a cool wet tongue. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning, as the mystery mouth tickled and licked and sucked. One hand snaked down and popped the snap of my fly. As the hand wormed its way down into my crotch, I thought my heart was going to pound right out of my chest. The last inch or so, I thrust my pelvis up; unable to stand the torture of waiting. I was rewarded by a rude and sudden finger-fucking, without prelude. Fingers jammed deep inside my pussy, as the mouth continued to work my breasts. Teeth nipped and pulled my nipples. Then, slowly, the hand pulled out of my pants; giving my clit a quick jiggle on the way by. My clothes were re-arranged back in order, and my breasts were given a final affectionate squeeze. A few seconds after the groper withdrew, the lights flickered back on. I looked around to see if I could figure out who it was, but it was impossible to pick one person out of the crowd. When it was time to go, no one offered to escort me home or give me their number. The mystery was complete. But I had no idea how complete the mystery was! All my theories on suspects were blown away, when one solitary bit of evidence came to light. When I changed for bed that night, there was lipstick smeared on my breasts!