Hidden Lust at My House Party

I had finally moved to my new apartment after a long time of sleeping in the same place I worked. It was messy. Waking up, drinking there, eating there, smoking there... it made my life a bit boring.

I wanted to invite people over -- it's something I love doing -- but the conditions were not appropriate to have guests and really enjoy it.

In this new place I was renting, there were plenty of rooms, enough space to invite up to 14 people and really have fun. There was also a fine garden with small bushes and large trees, easily visible from my wide balcony.

Shortly after moving in, my friends kept asking about the house. It had been five years since I last invited them over -- it was about time.

That weekend, something was going to go down.

I was organizing a party: 14 people, singing, drinking, talking, and dancing until the last person dropped.

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The day arrived. I had made preparations to make sure everyone would have fun. I bought plenty of drinks and snacks, pizzas, and plastic cups -- just in case things got wild, and people started breaking glasses.

I also borrowed a large loudspeaker from my buddy Johnson, who couldn't attend since he was out of town. Music would be under the control of my friend Juxhers, who had a real talent for keeping the crowd moving.

There were going to be many girls that day -- nine women and five men.

I was feeling confident, even sexy, hoping to make love to someone that night. But I promised myself to enjoy the night without getting obsessed with my desires.

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People started to arrive.

First came Juxhers, his girlfriend Sascha, and her sister Seya.

I welcomed them in and as they explored my apartment, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander. Seya from behind... her long curly hair cascading over her soft body, the exotic perfume she wore conquering every cubic meter she passed -- she looked absolutely stunning.

I felt a strong, raw physical attraction toward her.

Funny, smart, beautiful, and mature -- she had it all.

We had shared moments of flirting over the past months, but her strong personality always made it hard for me to show her the true depth of my desire.

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We sat talking on the balcony, cigarettes lit, a glass of red wine in hand.

The sun kissed her delicate face as she sipped her wine, her soft lips moving slowly, almost hypnotically.

Behind my sunglasses, I enjoyed the view -- her hair catching the light, the sun making her look like something out of a dream.

Juxhers and Sascha went inside to prepare some snacks, leaving me and Seya alone.

We had both attended Foro dance classes recently, and she had been one of my favorite partners.

"I've missed you at the dance classes," I told her. "It's just not the same without you."

She laughed softly, her eyes meeting mine. "Work at school has kept me busy," she said apologetically.

Feeling bold, I quickly played La Terra Firenza -- a song we both loved -- and asked her gently, "Dance with me?"

She smiled, stood up, and came closer.

I placed my hands on her waist, pulling her body against mine as we started to move slowly to the music.

In class, she had always kept a polite distance... but not today.

Today, she melted into me.

My hands explored the curve of her waist. Her skin brushed against my legs and my growing hardness.

We locked eyes, our breathing syncing, and with every movement, I could feel her -- her heartbeat, her silent gasps, her unspoken hunger.

As I pulled her even closer, my fingers wandering along her waist, her body responded by pressing harder against mine until our mouths finally met in a slow, desperate kiss.

My hand slid hungrily over her ass, squeezing her soft flesh, and still, she said nothing -- just kept dancing, as if nothing had happened.

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When we performed "La Rotation" -- a Foro dance move where the leader spins the partner into a spooning position -- her ass ground shamelessly against my cock.

I pulled her even closer, my mouth grazing her hair.

"I don't want to switch to another position," I whispered. "I just want you to keep rubbing against me until the song ends."

She smiled wickedly, eyes gleaming, and started moving her hips wildly against me.

My hands slid lower, teasing her thighs, while my breath warmed her ear.

She didn't say a word, but her closed eyes and trembling breath said more than words ever could.

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When the song ended, I rotated her back to face me.

Eye to eye, her expression was pure hunger. I leaned in, ready to kiss her again -- but just then, Juxhers and Sascha returned with snacks.

They caught us in a close dancing position, but they didn't think much of it.

The moment was broken, but it was obvious: our bodies weren't finished with each other. Not by a long shot.

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The balcony filled with people. More guests arrived.

The party was on.

It felt incredible seeing my friends enjoying themselves -- laughing, drinking, singing.

And the women... so many beautiful women.

I danced a bit with Stella -- an old flame.

She had changed.

Her ass had grown curvier, and her attitude had shifted -- less needy for attention, more grounded.

We danced and laughed, her positive energy infectious as always.

I remembered briefly how I once thought about having kids with this woman -- but those thoughts faded fast.

Because across the room, Seya was watching.

Nervously. Jealously.

I couldn't get that kiss out of my mind -- the way her body felt against mine, the way her breath quickened, the silent begging in her eyes.

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As Stella talked animatedly, I couldn't focus.

I excused myself and followed Seya to the balcony.

It was empty. Just the two of us.

"Hey there," I said.

"Hey," she replied softly.

I could hear her breathing -- fast, almost trembling.

I stepped behind her, sliding my body against hers, my cock pressing into her ass.

"I wish I could send everyone home," I whispered hotly into her ear, "so it could just be me and you... until dawn."

"Ahhh... please do that," she breathed. "I have so much more I want to show you."

"I can't, you bad girl," I teased, trailing my hand slowly along her thigh. "This is everyone's party, not just ours."

"Ahh... please touch me more," she gasped. "I'm melting... don't stop."

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I started fingering her, feeling how wet she already was.

Her moans grew louder, her ass grinding against my hardness, her body shivering under my touch.

I whispered filthy things in her ear, and she responded with desperate, breathy moans.

It was getting out of control.

I was ready to explode right there, but we were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching.

I quickly stepped away, lighting a cigarette as Francis appeared -- a good guy, but hopelessly in love with Seya.

He had no idea what was happening -- no idea that the girl he adored was just moments ago dripping for me.

We laughed, joked, and rejoined the others inside.

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The party was at its peak.

Everyone was drunk, dancing, singing along.

No one suspected anything.

But I couldn't think straight.

All I wanted was to have her -- to take Seya, to make her mine that night.

I couldn't wait for the party to end.

But we had to be careful -- her sister Sascha couldn't know.

We couldn't sneak into my room -- it would be obvious.

The bathroom? Too risky.

I had to come up with a genius plan.

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Seya and I danced again, pretending to keep a friendly distance, but our bodies betrayed us -- we leaned closer, whispered in each other's ears.

"I want to get inside you tonight," I breathed into her ear. "I want to see you melt."

She shivered and smiled. "Then do it. What are you waiting for?"

I moved quickly.

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We approached Juxhers and Sascha.

"Hey guys, we're going to get more alcohol," I said casually.

Seya chimed in, "I want to come too -- I need some fresh air."

Sascha waved us off. "Go ahead, we're good here."

Without showing any excitement, we slipped out.

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The moment the door closed behind us, we collided -- kissing hungrily, squeezing, gasping, devouring each other.

I lifted her easily onto my body, her legs wrapped around me, her hands tangled in my hair.

We rushed to the garden, hidden under the night sky.

Enough light to see, but enough darkness to disappear.

"You're a genius, baby," she gasped between kisses. "You found the perfect place to make love to me."

"Oh, you're wrong," I growled into her mouth. "I'm not making love to you. I'm going to fuck you -- hard."

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I pulled off her shirt, leaving her bra on, pushed her gently to her knees.

She smiled up at me and wrapped her soft lips around my cock, moving her mouth like she knew exactly how to drive me insane.

Her eyes locked onto mine as her tongue teased every inch of me.

I was close to exploding, but I pulled her up, needing more.

I turned her around, bent her over, and slid inside her wet, hungry body.

Her moans broke the stillness of the night, growing louder as I fucked her harder, deeper.

I spun her to face me, thrusting into her as she bit her lip, her cries sweet music to my ears.

"Ahh, baby... please don't stop," she begged. "I don't want to go back inside. I want to stay out here all night."

Her body trembled as I finally came, harder than ever before.

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We collapsed onto each other, laughing quietly under the full moon, gasping for air.

She looked into my eyes, kissed me softly, and whispered, "That was the best experience I ever had."

We got dressed, grabbed some drinks, and headed back inside -- blending into the crowd, two dirty little secrets hidden behind smiles.