Erotic story: the most exciting party that no one talks about
My eye falls again on the invitation on the cabinet in the hallway. Among the usual bills and advertisements, there was one chic envelope this morning. No address, just the elegant black letters with my name. Roos du Chatinier. When I opened the envelope, my breath caught for a moment. It was an invite to the most exciting party in town. An erotic party, that same evening. Should I? I'm curious, but at the same time it seems terrifying.
“Without bluff, life is dull, Roos”. I talk to myself as I let my hands go through the drawer of my wardrobe. I pull out the corset, finished with black lace. I take a deep breath as I put on the ribbons and click the garters onto my stockings. At exactly ten o'clock, I hear a short honk at the door. Thank goodness the party offers a chauffeur service for women. I button my coat around me and walk outside. Next to the car stands a handsome man. His hair falls slightly over his eyes as he leans forward to open the door for me. But when he looks up, it seems as if his bright blue eyes are burning through my long coat. He knows what I'm wearing underneath. ‘Bonsoir’, he says in a soft, low voice. I let myself sink past him onto the black, soft leather of the car. His hand supports my elbow, just firm enough. A little shock runs through my body.
In front of the door of a stately mansion, the car comes to a stop. It is impressive, and from the outside, nothing can be seen. As I walk up the stairs, the door swings open. A woman in a red bodysuit nods at me. I state my name and unbutton my long coat. The lace corset I am wearing receives an approving glance from the hostess. She hands me a glass of champagne, and I carefully walk into the large space. I slowly scan every corner of the large hall. The dance floor is a tangle of beautiful people. The women in lingerie, men in suits. The light is soft, the bodies are bare and beautiful. On the benches at the side, I see men and women entwined, while others watch. It feels like another world.
I mingle among the moving bodies on the dance floor. The music stirs everyone up, but is also sensual. My discomfort disappears as I start to dance. I feel hands stroking my hips, see naughty glances, and occasionally I dodge a kiss. Every man and woman reacts respectfully when I indicate that I do not want to participate. I am here for myself, wanting to see how things go. The atmosphere is free and relaxed. It is a world I do not know, but one I can get used to. It excites me to see people kissing each other. After an hour of dancing and a few glasses of champagne, I walk towards the exit. That has been enough for tonight.
The hostess calls a chauffeur with a click. As I walk outside, I freeze for a moment. It's him again. A small smile appears on his face as he recognizes me. ‘Welcome back, Roos’, he whispers in my ear as I take a seat in the back. His voice stirs something in me, and I bite my lip. When I look at him, I see that his eyes are darker. My coat fell open when I got in, and he has a view of my lingerie. I suppress the urge to quickly close it, instead, I just look at him. He pauses for a moment and then clicks the door shut.
In the rearview mirror, I see his gaze glide over my face. I let my coat slide a little further off my shoulder so he can see my body. He glances over his shoulder, and I see his eyes squint as he notices my garters. I cross one leg over the other. When I close my eyes, I see the dancing crowd from just before me. The hands that roam over bodies. The kissing men and women. I gently stroke my breasts. Suddenly the car stops, pulling me out of my daydream. When I look around, I see that we have left the busy streets of Paris behind us. It is a quiet spot by the river.
My chauffeur opens the door and steps onto the back seat next to me. I scoot over, with my back against the other door. His hands glide up along my ankles. He teasingly strokes the inside of my thighs until I can barely breathe. He drives me crazy with desire. I want to feel him inside me as soon as possible, but he makes me wait until I can no longer control myself. With a half-smile on his lips, he suddenly pulls back and quickly unbuttons his trousers. I slide my lace panties to the side and eagerly lower myself onto him. I feel him deep inside me. He fills me completely, and I move. First slowly, then faster and faster. He pulls the edge of my corset down with his fingers and licks my nipples alternately. I moan as I feel his fingers grip my buttocks. This is by far the best ride of my life.
