into a swing party and see people having sex all over the place, and everyone walking around naked. Don’t get me wrong, though; in some establishments it is exactly that way. But normally when you have a private party it’s a little more structured, and although by the end of the night it may be a wild encounter, you have time to warm up.
We walked in, me on one arm, his wife on the other. I greeted a few people that I recognized and peeped out a few men and women that would be great for my team. Most of the people came as couples, but there were a few singles floating around, such as myself. We mixed and mingled and were having a good time. When I saw the Montgomerys walk off to a room with another couple, that was my time to do some investigating.
I must say, I was still curious about the driver. I didn’t immediately rush out to him, and I made a couple of connections while inside. Stuffing the business cards that I collected into my clutch, I snuck out of the front door discreetly and walked down the lit trail to the car.
The driver was watching a small television when I got up to the car. He didn’t notice me until I got right up on the car and tapped on the window. He jumped a little and rolled down the window when he recognized my face.
“Hello, madam. Are you leaving the party so soon? We just got here under an hour ago.”
“Actually,” I said with a devilish grin lighting my face. “I came to see if we could finish what we started earlier. Maybe roll around the back near the garden where no one can see us.”
He turned the television off quickly and was out of the car and in my face before I could change my mind. I didn’t say anything; I just led him around the side of the mansion and toward the gazebo that I had spied from the balcony when I was in the house. This garden looked just like something out of a fairy tale, a lake with swans floating in it and everything.
I had opted to leave my panties at home because I knew I would try to get back with the driver before the night was over. We found a nice, heavily wooded area where we could see if someone was approaching, but they wouldn’t see us until they got up close.
I stood taking in the beauty of the garden, and the driver dropped to his knees in the grass and put my leg up over his shoulder. He didn’t waste any time connecting his tongue with my clit, and I held my gown up with one hand and his head with the other, keeping my balance. I had to stop him and pull the dress off so that I could lie down in the grass and enjoy the tongue bath I was receiving.
He fucked me with his tongue and fingers, and I was just about going crazy. I wanted him inside of me so bad. Before I could ask, he pulled a condom out of his pants pocket and slid it on. For a white boy he was beyond blessed, and soon after I was able to feel that blessing inside of my walls.
He dug in me deep, and it took all of the strength I had to be as quiet as possible so that we wouldn’t get any attention from the house. He sat down in the grass and pulled me on top of him, and I rode him without mercy while I held onto him around his neck. He had it going on like that, and I was thoroughly satisfied with his skills.
We rushed and got dressed when we were done, and I snuck back into the house to check on the Montgomery couple I got in just in time to see them coming out of the room. Mrs. Montgomery’s hair was tussled all over the place, and both wore satisfying smiles on their faces that mirrored the couple opposite of them. I took Mr. Montgomery’s other arm, and we made our exit. We were home in no time.
I enjoyed the stay—and the driver—for the rest of the weekend, and was sad I had to leave when Monday came around. I didn’t count the money they paid me until I was back on the plane, and they paid me more than triple what I charged them for the setup. When I moved the money envelope, to turn my phone off as the stewardess had instructed, the drivers card fell off it and in my
We walked in, me on one arm, his wife on the other. I greeted a few people that I recognized and peeped out a few men and women that would be great for my team. Most of the people came as couples, but there were a few singles floating around, such as myself. We mixed and mingled and were having a good time. When I saw the Montgomerys walk off to a room with another couple, that was my time to do some investigating.
I must say, I was still curious about the driver. I didn’t immediately rush out to him, and I made a couple of connections while inside. Stuffing the business cards that I collected into my clutch, I snuck out of the front door discreetly and walked down the lit trail to the car.
The driver was watching a small television when I got up to the car. He didn’t notice me until I got right up on the car and tapped on the window. He jumped a little and rolled down the window when he recognized my face.
“Hello, madam. Are you leaving the party so soon? We just got here under an hour ago.”
“Actually,” I said with a devilish grin lighting my face. “I came to see if we could finish what we started earlier. Maybe roll around the back near the garden where no one can see us.”
He turned the television off quickly and was out of the car and in my face before I could change my mind. I didn’t say anything; I just led him around the side of the mansion and toward the gazebo that I had spied from the balcony when I was in the house. This garden looked just like something out of a fairy tale, a lake with swans floating in it and everything.
I had opted to leave my panties at home because I knew I would try to get back with the driver before the night was over. We found a nice, heavily wooded area where we could see if someone was approaching, but they wouldn’t see us until they got up close.
I stood taking in the beauty of the garden, and the driver dropped to his knees in the grass and put my leg up over his shoulder. He didn’t waste any time connecting his tongue with my clit, and I held my gown up with one hand and his head with the other, keeping my balance. I had to stop him and pull the dress off so that I could lie down in the grass and enjoy the tongue bath I was receiving.
He fucked me with his tongue and fingers, and I was just about going crazy. I wanted him inside of me so bad. Before I could ask, he pulled a condom out of his pants pocket and slid it on. For a white boy he was beyond blessed, and soon after I was able to feel that blessing inside of my walls.
He dug in me deep, and it took all of the strength I had to be as quiet as possible so that we wouldn’t get any attention from the house. He sat down in the grass and pulled me on top of him, and I rode him without mercy while I held onto him around his neck. He had it going on like that, and I was thoroughly satisfied with his skills.
We rushed and got dressed when we were done, and I snuck back into the house to check on the Montgomery couple I got in just in time to see them coming out of the room. Mrs. Montgomery’s hair was tussled all over the place, and both wore satisfying smiles on their faces that mirrored the couple opposite of them. I took Mr. Montgomery’s other arm, and we made our exit. We were home in no time.
I enjoyed the stay—and the driver—for the rest of the weekend, and was sad I had to leave when Monday came around. I didn’t count the money they paid me until I was back on the plane, and they paid me more than triple what I charged them for the setup. When I moved the money envelope, to turn my phone off as the stewardess had instructed, the drivers card fell off it and in my
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