An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: The Cocktail Party by Mina Lamieux 02/21/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words: Februay 2012 Entry

“Fuck this shit,” Craig gulps the last of his whiskey and hisses as the alcohol burns down his throat. He’s had enough of the annual corporate cocktail party. Same boring party, but different year. At least he’s managed to get his fill from the open bar. His decision to come by cab was a smart one. As Craig fiddles in his suit pocket for his cell phone, he is suddenly distracted by a lovely vision of feminine beauty. She’s tall and slender with just the right curves. Her black gown sparkles in the light of the giant chandelier overhead. Craig no longer feels the need to depart the cocktail party so quickly. He waves another whiskey over from the waitress, as he keeps his eyes on the black gowned beauty. He feels a stirring in his pants as he watches her move across the room, searching for someone. Their eyes meet and the blood instantly rushes to his growing erection. Craig shifts his posture and nods a hello at her. She smiles sweetly, sweeping a wisp of dark hair behind her ear. Craig waves her over and as she is about to take a step towards him, another man takes her arm.




“Amy!” says the man. “You’ve made it, finally!” Amy is quickly led away to the other side of the bar, but not without giving another backwards glance at Craig.



“Fuck, just my luck,” he grumbles. “My boss’s date.” He and Steve, though they get along professionally, never get along in more personal settings. The two avoid each other at all costs. Steve always hosts the annual corporate cocktail party. It’s his shining hour to rub elbows with the big wigs. Craig despises his brown nosing and more so, the fact he has such a beautiful date like Amy, on his arm tonight.



Craig’s whiskey arrives and he begins to gulp it down as he watches Steve and Amy make their rounds around the room. No doubt the big wigs appreciate such a lovely trophy on Steve’s arm.



Suddenly, Amy excuses herself from the group of men and makes her way towards the door that will lead her out of the banquet hall. She smiles at Craig as she passes by and instantly his pulse races. He knows the alcohol is coursing through his brains, but he can not deny the scent of her perfume as she passes by. He wants her. He wants to touch her in places that maybe Steve never has and in ways he probably never could.



Craig put his glass down and quickly makes his way out the door in search of Amy. He walks down the corridor, passing by the ladies room. Could she be in there? No. He catches a glimpse of her outside on the balcony behind glass doors. She is smoking a cigarette and to his delight, she is alone.



Craig looks over his shoulder to see if anyone is paying attention. A group of chatty, drunk women make their way to the washroom. Craig decides to make his move. He notices the curtains have been drawn away from the doors. He quickly unlatches the curtains and makes the fabric fall in front of the doors, shielding any outsider’s view.



Quickly, he shuffles through the curtains and opens the door to the balcony, closing it behind him. A startled Amy looks at him, before letting a poof of smoke escape her lungs.



“Jesus, you scared me. I thought you were Steve.” She giggles.



“Why? Does he not approve of you being away from his side?” Craig’s distaste is evident in his voice.



“No, silly,” Amy pats Craig on the arm, causing his cock to throb. “He doesn’t approve of my smoking.”



“You know,” Craig moves in closer to Amy. “I can think of something else he wouldn’t approve of.” He takes her in his arms and begins kissing her. His lips press hard into hers. At first she begins to resist, but then her body begins to relax into his. Amy flicks the cigarette off the balcony and wraps her hands around Craig’s neck. She opens her mouth and their tongues begin to dance. They break their kiss and pant with lust.



“I do believe you are right…. I don’t even know your name?” Craig watches Amy’s chest heave as the words escape her mouth.



“My name is Craig and I want you Amy.”



“How did you….?” Craig kisses her again, only this time, he lets his fingers do the talking. He runs his hands up and down her sides and she moans into his mouth. His hand cups her breast and he finds her nipples fully erect to his touch. He must have them in his mouth.



He moves his hands to the back of her gown and slowly unzips her. The fabric falls to a puddle at her feet.



“You’re crazy, Craig! Right here?”



“Yes, Amy. Right here.” He devours her breasts making her gasp and moan. While one hand cups and squeezes her breast, the other holds it in place for him to suckle. Her nipples are hard in his mouth. His cock is hard and presses against his pants. He stops long enough to shed his suit jacket and dress shirt, before devouring her once more.



He runs his hand down her side, through the black string of her thong and squeezes her ample flesh making her gasp. Amy’s hand finds his and she presses him harder into her thigh, willing him to squeeze her harder till it leaves a mark. Her lips find his ear and she whispers, “Take me. Right here, right now.”



Craig turns her around and Amy’s warm flesh is pressed into the cold cement of the balcony. She holds on as she feels Craig slide her thong down her legs. She steps out with one foot before spreading her legs and arching her back. She wants him. She wants him to take her like this out in the balcony.



Craig unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. They fall to his knees. He doesn’t care how ridiculous this could look to an outsider watching. All he knows is, he’s going to fuck Amy. He’s going to fuck, naked, beautiful Amy under the moonlight out on the balcony.



Craig’s erection is strong. He pushes against Amy’s swollen pussy lips. Her wetness bathes him as he presses forward. His cockhead pushes into her folds and she nearly screams as he stretches her around him. He thrusts deep into her and the air is forced out of her body. Over and over Craig thrusts hard into her.



“Yes, like that,” Amy pants. “Fuck me hard and fast just like that.”



Craig speeds up his pace. He fucks her like an animal. His hand takes hold of her dark hair and he pulls her back into him. She moans loudly as he continues to fuck her tight pussy. He rides her. He takes in every beautiful movement of her body. He listens to every gasp and moan of her pleasure until finally, after she howls her orgasm into the moonlight, Craig pulls out of her, releasing his own orgasm all over her backside.



Amy feels the warmth of each spurt hitting her backside while Craig growls in pleasure. His spunk begins to run down her leg as he smears the last of his sex on her skin. Panting, he steps back, looking at the masterpiece he has just created. Fuck, she’s beautiful. He pulls his pants back up and puts his shirt and jacket back on, adjusting himself as if nothing has happened at all.



Craig helps Amy pull her dress back on and zips her up. She kisses him deeply while placing her thong in his suit pocket.



“Something to remember me by.” She smiles. “Would you like a smoke?”



“I don’t normally smoke,” Craig says. “But tonight, I shall make an exception.”



The two light up and admire the silence of the night and each other’s company before the doors to the balcony open abruptly.



“There you are, Amy!” Steve’s voice bellows. “And you are smoking! You know how much I hate that!”



“Yes,” Amy answers coyly. “I do know how much you don’t approve.” She flicks her cigarette over the edge of the balcony and gives Craig a smile over her shoulder, before joining Steve once more and leaving.



Craig watches her leave and grins to himself. “Fuck, what a night.” He can’t help but chuckle as he thinks about Amy’s skin painted in his spunk underneath her dress. He pats the fabric of her thong within his pocket and looks down on the ground. What’s this? He picks up the small card, a business card. It’s Amy’s. He tucks it away for safekeeping. “Till we meet again,” he smiles.