X is for Xenia

"Tell me about it! The only hint I've had of a pull all night is that guy over there, in the blue shirt."

I looked in the direction she was indicating and just had to laugh. He was smiling at us, especially at Yolanda, he actually looked quite nice but he was about 5' 2.

"Him and a ladder!" I joked, and Yolanda and I just hugged and laughed.

She's lovely, Yolanda is. Gorgeous hair, brilliant at her make-up and so on, very into p.v.c. micro-skirts and long, long, long sexy legs. Basically an extremely fuck-able body, she'd be really convincing if she hadn't been 6' 4 in her stocking feet.

I remembered her at the T-party the previous Christmas - an oddly innocent sounding name for the event of extended debauchery which had started on New Year's Eve and gone on until about the fourth, I think. Yolanda in six-inch stilettos, a sight to behold, nearly 7' high and surrounded by extremely rampant guys desperate to slide their cocks into that lighthouse of a slut.

I downed most of my g-and-t in one, then turned to my friend.

"I really thought I was finally going to get James tonight but I guess it just wasn't meant to happen. It's time to give up and go home, I think."

When we went out in the chilly night, I fumbled inside my handbag for my phone to call a taxi . I was standing there ready to put the phone to my ear when I realised I was next to James's car. He hadn't gone! I heard a brief shuffling sound as someone came up behind me.

"Well, Xenia? Do you want me?"

Two hands were creeping round my waist, one of them immediately and expertly beginning to caress a boob.

"Yes, oh yes." I murmured, feeling his crotch pressing on my arse as my own libido rapidly went through the roof again.

"Then get in."

He leant over towards his car, and opened the door. He pushed me into the back seat. I managed to glance out at Yolanda, still on the path, she'd witnessed my 'abduction'. She broke into a huge grin and winked at me. She'd probably have done more if the small guy from inside bar hadn't, at that moment, appeared from nowhere and thrust a hand up her skirt. I never did see what happened to him. Or her.