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THE AFTER DANCE PARTY
The three of us head to the hospitality suite. It looked like a high school dance or reunion. People lined up against all of the walls, a big empty space in the center. The air was blue with cigarette smoke. I popped my head in the door and spotted one empty chair. I quickly claimed it as my own. Ryan and our new friend stayed in the hall, I could hear them talking with other people, not yet prepared to enter. Ryan is very shy at the outset, whereas I jump in with both feet. Of course, as this was Jordan's first look at a swing party, I was not surprised that he was shy!
My shyness seems to overcome me at the most inopportune moments. I sat there looking out of place. Luckily for me, an older gentleman started some harmless small talk. He introduced himself and his wife. They were lovely people, I immediately felt comfortable, but in an instant decided that they were not going a part of my evening.
Then, to my relief, Jordan appeared and sneakily asked if I would get up for a moment. I did without even thinking. He victoriously claimed my seat, pulling me onto his lap. Was this just a ploy to steal my seat or was it to feel my ass pressing against his cock.
Comparing notes with Ryan the following day, I found out that Jordan and Ryan had a conversation in the hall. To the effect that Jordan said, "if I go in there, she’s going to sit on my lap, are you okay with that?" Ryan said sure go ahead and Jordan took that as permission to "have me." The only thing I knew was, I was sitting on the lap of Jordan and was completely enjoying it! The gentleman I was talking to assumed that Jordan and I were a couple. We straighten that situation out just in time for Ryan to come in and introduce himself as my spouse.
Then a guy, Gerry, whom we'd bumped into several times both at the clubs and at house parties, came into the room. He had previously made several attempts to catch my interest. His style was the aggressive, car salesman style, which does not work well on me. At the dance earlier he had danced with me and attempted some very sophisticated moves on me. I had managed to distract his attention by using some non-sexual conversation on him. He was overbearing at the dance, but unfortunately for me, now he had too much to drink as well. Jordan and I were really enjoying watching him. He was systematically going down the line in the time-honored fashion, and giving every female a blowjob. He is beside me now, the woman, the nice mans wife, is getting a blowjob. She is moaning and thoroughly enjoying the attention. Her husband is sitting next to her with a huge grin on his face. He's enjoying watching her as much as she is enjoying the fun. Her legs are straight up in the air, shoes on, otherwise, completely naked. Oh god, he’s done with her and I’m next. Thank goodness, at this point I’m sitting on Jordan's lap. He knows that I don’t want to have anything to do with this guy. Like a shining knight on a white horse, he comes to my rescue and together we convince this fellow to move on to his next conquest. A huge sigh of relief escapes from me. Jordan sits there, grinning from ear to ear.
