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!