A Wicked time

Have you ever had to sneak out of somewhere?

I arrived at a friend's party, mainly to catch up with the girls, to find a house full of couples. Some talking, some dancing and a few glasses of wine and maybe a shooter or two, it was all very nice. In other words a total fizzer. Bored senseless I decided to tour the house. 

While upstairs passing the bedrooms, and not snooping at all, I had my arm hooked from behind and with a very unladylike yelp, I was yanked into a dark room. My brain caught up with current events after the door closed and my back was pressed up against it. A man's lips smothered any call for help I might have thought to make. I know he was a man because what wan't being pressed up against me was being explored by his hands. Busy hands. My tongue was sucked into his mouth and at the same time our clothing just seemed to dissolve. My back hitting the mattress felt like the most natural thing in the world and being thoroughly banged to a boneshaking orgasm wasn't unwelcome either.

However I had barely caught my breath when he gathered himself and his clothes, and with a quick peck on the cheek he was gone. Just like that. I mean WTF? 

Remember when I said the place was all couples? So who was he and who did he belong to? He could have been a friend's husband for all I knew. It was time to leave and I just had to hope the music had been loud enough because I can be a bit of a screamer. Although when he got home he would have to explain the state of his back as I had my nails done that day. Hah!