V Is for Vicky

"I'm Mike" was all I said as I slid my hand down the bare back.

I just couldn't resist it, I allowed my hand to slide further down into the crack of her bum. She was quite a bit shorter than me, though her high heels lifted her several inches. I was aroused, hell of course I was. I had to risk it - I bent down and planted a kiss on her lips. She responded very willingly indeed by sliding her tongue inside my mouth. She did not stop my hand or my finger even when it slid past the string of her thong. I felt her stir in my arms and moan.

"Oh yes, Mike, more. More."

She was pressing her crotch harder against my leg. There I was making out – in public! - with a gorgeous young blonde and feeling her arse. I broke away to get some air and look around again. Lights were still dim, all the other youngsters were still dancing and screaming and groping and bouncing and no one noticed what I was doing to her. Like I said before, in all our years of marriage I'd never 'strayed', but Vicky seemed to be tempting me so much.

I buried my face in her neck, and inhaled her scent. I recognised the fragrance. 'Seduction'.

That did it! I looked down at her. She was definitely young, long shining blonde hair, pretty face, nicely made up with medium-sized breasts and a smooth silky skin. I held on to her and pushed my way towards a door I saw at the end of the room.

When we reached the door, I opened it and looked to see if anyone was watching, then led her into what I realised was the dining room. Clearly furniture had been moved into there from the lounge for the party, pushed against the dining table was a large leather sofa.

I quickly closed the door behind us. Thoughts of Mary and of Martina had vanished from my mind, all I could think about was Vicky. To my amazement - and delight -and without a warning she dropped down to her knees, put her glass down and started fumbling at my zip. My hard cock bobbed out in front of her young shiny-red lips.