nightblooming
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Christmas was a nightmare. I know my family mean well, but all anyone seemed to want to talk about was the divorce. Aunts, uncles, cousins, brothers, sisters, my parents, shit, I even had to explain it to my nephew. I try to think I cried my last tear over the whole thing, but people keep bringing it up. It didn't seem to occur to anyone that maybe I'd like to try to just fucking forget about it for a little while.
New Year's Eve is probably the second shittiest day of the year to be single, right after Valentine's Day. My friends are almost as bad as my family. Instead of asking me if I'm OK, if I need to talk, all that shit, they're trying to set me up with all these guys they think would make a good husband. The last thing I want to think about is getting married again. The only one who is any help at all is Elena.
Elena shows up at my house at six on New Year's Eve. She brings wine and five in stilettos. Her husband is a resident and drew ER duty, so she doesn't have a date either. It takes two hours and a whole bottle before she badgers me into getting dressed and going out with her. She puts me in the heels and a tight little strapless minidress that I haven't worn since college, and I'm surprised it still fits. It still looks good.
By nine, we're finishing off the second bottle of wine, and I'm looking at myself in the mirror. I look hot. My blonde hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, I have on dark lipstick that calls attention to my lips, and heavy eyeliner that makes my blue eyes pop. The dress hugs my body like a second skin, and I have to admit it's good. I'm not rail thin like a model, but I have nice curves, a classic hourglass, a little waist, a big, round butt and big, round tits, and the heels make my legs look amazing. You'd never know I was almost thirty. Then we hit the town.
It's past eleven, and I don't know how much I've had to drink. I don't know where we are, or how many bars we've been to before. We're at a party in somebody's house. A big house. Elena's so wasted she can hardly stand, and I'm not much better. I'm dancing when some guy I don't know grabs me around the waist and lifts me off my feet. I kick and scream, but then he's putting me up on a table, I scramble and get my feet under me and stand up.
I start dancing again, looking down at everyone looking up at me, and I feel better than I have since forever. I forgot how much I love the attention. I haven't done much to encourage anyone to look at me the past five years. My ex wanted me to be a good little Mrs, so there was a lot of bland in my closet.
"Take it off!" some guy shouts, and there is a cheer of support, and I feel their eyes turning to me. A few more voices call out, and it starts to turn into a chant. I see Elena giving me the thumbs up, and I grin. Fuck it. I reach back and start to unzip my dress. The shouting all but drowns out the music as I slip it down, baring my double d breasts in a skimpy black bra, and my ass in a matching thong. I step out of the dress and look down at them all.
It's an unbelievable rush, and I stand there, listening to them cheering, screaming, stamping their feet and clapping. I hold my hands up and shimmy. I am shocked by how turned on I am. For a moment, everything is perfect. Then I hear whistles, and they are shouting something else.
"Ten, nine...." New Year's. The moment is lost. In two seconds I go from owning the room, full of power and sexy, to being a wasted girl, dancing on a table in her underwear with nobody to kiss on New Year's. Half the guys that were staring at me are scrambling to find their dates now, the other half are looking at me like I'm a piece of meat. I can't blame them.
"Eight, seven...." Then I look down and I see one guy, holding his hands up to me. He's not pumping his fist or reaching out to grope me, but offering me his hands. He smiles. It's like he understands everything.
"Six, five...." Elena has her arms around a guy, she's laughing, not paying attention.
"Four, three...." I take the guy's hands, and he pulls me down, making me bend, putting my hands on his shoulders and catching me by the waist as I start to fall. He sets my feet on the floor and holds me close as I recover what's left of my balance.
"Two, one...." I look up at him, smiling, a little shy, but thrilled to have found someone to kiss for New Year's. As he leans down to touch his lips to mine, a million thoughts race through my mind, but there is one that overwhelms all the rest.
I am so fucking horny.
((Please PM before replying. I want to get an idea of what you're about and where you want this to go before we get into it.))
New Year's Eve is probably the second shittiest day of the year to be single, right after Valentine's Day. My friends are almost as bad as my family. Instead of asking me if I'm OK, if I need to talk, all that shit, they're trying to set me up with all these guys they think would make a good husband. The last thing I want to think about is getting married again. The only one who is any help at all is Elena.
Elena shows up at my house at six on New Year's Eve. She brings wine and five in stilettos. Her husband is a resident and drew ER duty, so she doesn't have a date either. It takes two hours and a whole bottle before she badgers me into getting dressed and going out with her. She puts me in the heels and a tight little strapless minidress that I haven't worn since college, and I'm surprised it still fits. It still looks good.
By nine, we're finishing off the second bottle of wine, and I'm looking at myself in the mirror. I look hot. My blonde hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, I have on dark lipstick that calls attention to my lips, and heavy eyeliner that makes my blue eyes pop. The dress hugs my body like a second skin, and I have to admit it's good. I'm not rail thin like a model, but I have nice curves, a classic hourglass, a little waist, a big, round butt and big, round tits, and the heels make my legs look amazing. You'd never know I was almost thirty. Then we hit the town.
It's past eleven, and I don't know how much I've had to drink. I don't know where we are, or how many bars we've been to before. We're at a party in somebody's house. A big house. Elena's so wasted she can hardly stand, and I'm not much better. I'm dancing when some guy I don't know grabs me around the waist and lifts me off my feet. I kick and scream, but then he's putting me up on a table, I scramble and get my feet under me and stand up.
I start dancing again, looking down at everyone looking up at me, and I feel better than I have since forever. I forgot how much I love the attention. I haven't done much to encourage anyone to look at me the past five years. My ex wanted me to be a good little Mrs, so there was a lot of bland in my closet.
"Take it off!" some guy shouts, and there is a cheer of support, and I feel their eyes turning to me. A few more voices call out, and it starts to turn into a chant. I see Elena giving me the thumbs up, and I grin. Fuck it. I reach back and start to unzip my dress. The shouting all but drowns out the music as I slip it down, baring my double d breasts in a skimpy black bra, and my ass in a matching thong. I step out of the dress and look down at them all.
It's an unbelievable rush, and I stand there, listening to them cheering, screaming, stamping their feet and clapping. I hold my hands up and shimmy. I am shocked by how turned on I am. For a moment, everything is perfect. Then I hear whistles, and they are shouting something else.
"Ten, nine...." New Year's. The moment is lost. In two seconds I go from owning the room, full of power and sexy, to being a wasted girl, dancing on a table in her underwear with nobody to kiss on New Year's. Half the guys that were staring at me are scrambling to find their dates now, the other half are looking at me like I'm a piece of meat. I can't blame them.
"Eight, seven...." Then I look down and I see one guy, holding his hands up to me. He's not pumping his fist or reaching out to grope me, but offering me his hands. He smiles. It's like he understands everything.
"Six, five...." Elena has her arms around a guy, she's laughing, not paying attention.
"Four, three...." I take the guy's hands, and he pulls me down, making me bend, putting my hands on his shoulders and catching me by the waist as I start to fall. He sets my feet on the floor and holds me close as I recover what's left of my balance.
"Two, one...." I look up at him, smiling, a little shy, but thrilled to have found someone to kiss for New Year's. As he leans down to touch his lips to mine, a million thoughts race through my mind, but there is one that overwhelms all the rest.
I am so fucking horny.
((Please PM before replying. I want to get an idea of what you're about and where you want this to go before we get into it.))
