This time of year has prompted memories of last year's New Year's Eve party.
My Wife and I were invited to stay-over with some friends for New Year's. Our friends are the same age as us, mid forties. They have a daughter 19 and a son a year younger. At the party were other friends all in our age group. The daughter, Beth and her boyfriend were there, and the son Steven and his girlfriend, also in her late teens I guessed. The two girls were absolutely stunning. Both had great figures. Large, firm breasts. Great legs. Fantastic fun personalities.
Being at the house, no one had dressed up. It was very much casual.
The girls both wore tight-fitting tops and denim mini skirts. It looked every inch a conspiracy to get all us old ones hot under the collar. Perhaps it just felt that way. Who knows, but it worked on me. Had to try so hard not to be caught staring between the legs of these 2 nubile beauties.
As the evening drifted on, everyone got more and more drunk. I got more and more flashes of panty crotch. I kept positioning myself to get the best view. It was all becoming too much. I desperately needed a wank, but with the bathroom in constant use, I could hardly slip away to do the deed.
By 2am we had all had enough and ready to crash. I went out like a light, but woke at 4am needing the bathroom. As I pulled the flush, I noticed a skirt on the floor. My thoughts of earlier were suddenly reawakened. Was I going to get lucky and find a pair of panties inside the skirt. I picked it up, looked inside. No such luck. By now my cock was rock hard. I sniffed at the skirt in the hope I may get a wiff of pussy. I just got scent, but I was desperate to relieve the pressure in my balls.
I rubbed the skirt against my cock, and wrapped it over the end. Several tugs, and I was pumping cum somewhere. When I had finished I looked down, the skirt still clenched around my prick. What had I just done!
Carefully removing the skirt, the extent of the damage became obvious. The front of it was plastered sticky cum. I sort of panicked. I wiped off what I could with tissues, but a lot had soaked in. If I used water it was just going to look worse. I threw the skirt over the radiator and hoped it would dry off and no one would realise.
Going back to bed, I awoke again at 8am. I rushed to the bathroom. The skirt was gone. I still had no idea who it belonged to. Cautiously, I went downstairs, but no one was up. By mid-day everyone had surfaced apart from the youngsters. When Beth walked in wearing the skirt with this faint stain all over the front. (So thats whose it was.) I went hot and cold for the fear someone would notice. They did. Her mum. Beth just said she must have spilt something on herself last night. I don't know that anyone fell for that. It was so obviously a cum stain.
Anyway I got away with it. Despite the fear of being found out, maybe that helped, it was the best wank I had ever had.
What will this year bring?