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Adrian opened my door for me. I listened with rapt attention to his deep, but soft, voice. “I determined you were alone tonight after watching you for a while. You seemed to admire several different men, and weren’t too shy in approaching them. You didn’t seem self-conscious at all, in fact. This party will give you a chance to explore how far that lack of self-consciousness goes. It’s a space in which appearance doesn't mean anything, and someone who is slightly self-conscious might not care for it, because they no longer are using their appearance in the way we all use it: to attract people. Are you still interested?” As I nodded, he walked me to the door.

We were in a dimly lit entryway, surrounded by dark draperies. He removed my coat, then, to my surprise, began unzipping my dress. I glanced up at him, and the look in his eyes was enough to stifle my protests. He removed every article of clothing I had been wearing, and then removed his own. Then he put his hand on my shoulder, and firmly pushed me to my knees, and whispered “It’s best to crawl. We don’t want you to fall. I’ll be right behind you.” I crawled into the next room, hidden behind the drapes. It was pitch dark, and I could hear people moving and soft murmurs. As my eyes adjusted I saw there was a tiny light several feet away. I crawled towards it. The light was some sort of glowing ball, in the bottom of a large clear bowl filled with condoms. At that moment, I felt a hand sliding along my ass, and another along my tits. I whispered "Adrian?" but heard only a quiet chuckle. The hands were cool, and soft, but had a firm grip. A warm finger slid between my legs, and a soft, sticky mouth, tasting of lipstick, attached itself to mine. I had never kissed another woman before, though I had been curious. I slid my own hands down her torso, and grabbed her tits. The finger inside my wet pussy was joined by two more, and they finger fucking in and out of my slick wetness. The feeling was exquisite. I could smell the heavy odor of sex in the air, and the soft murmurs rose and fell, with that primal, unmistakable rhythm. The fingers withdrew, and a mouth took their place. I felt a tongue licking along my clit, then entering me. I felt the orgasm building inside me, my muscles beginning to tighten. As I became tighter and wetter, the mouth disappeared as well, and was replaced by a big hard cock. It slammed into me with enough force to make me gasp, and I could feel the mouth kissing me smile. In just a moment, my mind exploded with that wonderful familiar tingling sensation, and I felt the cock inside me burst as well. Adrian opened my door for me. I listened with rapt attention to his deep, but soft, voice. “I determined you were alone tonight after watching you for a while. You seemed to admire several different men, and weren’t too shy in approaching them. You didn’t seem self-conscious at all, in fact. This party will give you a chance to explore how far that lack of self-consciousness goes. It’s a space in which appearance doesn't mean anything, and someone who is slightly self-conscious might not care for it, because they no longer are using their appearance in the way we all use it: to attract people. Are you still interested?” As I nodded, he walked me to the door.

We were in a dimly lit entryway, surrounded by dark draperies. He removed my coat, then, to my surprise, began unzipping my dress. I glanced up at him, and the look in his eyes was enough to stifle my protests. He removed every article of clothing I had been wearing, and then removed his own. Then he put his hand on my shoulder, and firmly pushed me to my knees, and whispered “It’s best to crawl. We don’t want you to fall. I’ll be right behind you.” I crawled into the next room, hidden behind the drapes. It was pitch dark, and I could hear people moving and soft murmurs. As my eyes adjusted I saw there was a tiny light several feet away. I crawled towards it. The light was some sort of glowing ball, in the bottom of a large clear bowl filled with condoms.

At that moment, I felt a hand sliding along my ass, and another along my tits. I whispered "Adrian?" but heard only a quiet chuckle. The hands were cool, and soft, but had a firm grip. A warm finger slid between my legs, and a soft, sticky mouth, tasting of lipstick, attached itself to mine. I had never kissed another woman before, though I had been curious. I slid my own hands down her torso, and grabbed her tits. The finger inside my wet pussy was joined by two more, and they finger fucking in and out of my slick wetness. The feeling was exquisite. I could smell the heavy odor of sex in the air, and the soft murmurs rose and fell, with that primal, unmistakable rhythm. The fingers withdrew, and a mouth took their place. I felt a tongue licking along my clit, then entering me. I felt the orgasm building inside me, my muscles beginning to tighten. As I became tighter and wetter, the mouth disappeared as well, and was replaced by a big hard cock. It slammed into me with enough force to make me gasp, and I could feel the mouth kissing me smile. In just a moment, my mind exploded with that wonderful familiar tingling sensation, and I felt the cock inside me burst as well. I lay there, utterly relaxed. The soft noises continued on all around me, and the plush carpeting cushioned me well. I found a blanket, and after I wrapped myself in it, I soon fell asleep.

It was still dark outside when I was woken and gently pulled into the entryway. Adrian was there, donning his suit. I put my clothing on, feeling my juices trickling down my legs. He whisked me away in his car, depositing me on my front doorstep without asking directions. As I stepped out of the car, he handed me his card with a slight smile. It had only his first name on it, and a phone number. "Thank you Adrian," I said. "I had the most wonderful evening I've had in a long time.” I stepped inside my door, and as he drove away, I smiled, and lit a cigarette. As the match was burning down, I caught the edge of his card in the flame, and put it in my ashtray.