The Sauna Part 113

It was cool outside and we huddled near a chimenea for warmth as we smoked. We chatted a bit and Jon graciously praised everyone’s singing ability and seemed to be having a good time tonight. I was on my fourth glass of wine and I was beginning to get a bit tipsy. Paul excused himself to go and serve another round of appetizers, leaving Jon and I alone. Jon steadied me with his arm as I wobbled a bit.

“How much have you had, babe? You’ve got that look in your eye” he said devilishly.

“Enough to know what I want” I said salaciously as I rubbed up against his crotch.

“Come over here then” he said, steering me away from the kitchen window and towards the shadows near the back of the house and I went willingly.

Jon pinned me against the house as he leaned forward to kiss me and I pulled his tongue deeper into my mouth, hinting at what else I wanted. I could feel the bulge in his pants pressing into me harder and I moaned softly. His hand slipped beneath my hem and his fingers found my slippery center like a homing device.

“Is this what you want, you naughty girl?” he cackled.

“No, this is what I want” I responded, yanking the zipper on his fly.

“Shit. Are you sure? Here? Now?” he asked with a degree of concern as he tried to still the chuckling sound I was making.

“Absolutely” I said steadily as I freed his cock from his pants.

Jon didn’t need anymore coaxing as he lifted me off the ground by my hips and I guided him into me. Thankfully we were poised against the part of the house that contained the laundry area and, fortunately, very few guests. He slammed into me again and I caught my breath, trying to bite back the sounds of pleasure as he continued to bang me hard and steady against the wall of the house.

The thrill of exposure and my inebriated state conspired to make me come fast and I clung to Jon as I shook and trembled with the force of the climax. A few more deep thrusts and Jon spilled his hot cream inside me as I sighed contentedly. He relaxed his hold as he slipped out and I slid down the wall to my feet. Jon tucked himself back in his pants and zipped up just as we heard the back door open and we spied Paul carrying a number of empty trays to his van.

“That was close” Jon whispered.

“And really good” I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck as he straightened my dress and we made ready to go back inside.

Back in the house, it was already after midnight and half of the guests were drunk, so I was in good company. Cherie was getting louder and was doing her version of “kick-dancing” and Dave was breaking out the champagne. We walked by Paul, who was serving up another tray of hors d’oevres and I reached out to grab a warm one and winked at him.

“Rather long cigarette break, wasn’t it hon?” he smiled knowingly, but fortunately Jon didn’t hear that as he was immediately beset by those guests who had finally recognized him.

I smirked shrewdly at Paul as I made my way towards the champagne and Dave filled my glass. I stumbled over towards Dana and she caught me as I tripped over the tail of someone dressed in a cat suit.

“Where did you disappear to all of a sudden?” she asked with a look that told me she already knew the answer.

“We just went out for a breath of fresh air” I replied, but my flushed cheeks gave me away.

“Uh-huh, sure you did” she nudged me. “I see Jon’s surrounded by a crowd again as usual” she observed.

“Yeah, I rarely get him to myself when we’re in public” I admitted wistfully as I glanced back, noticing that Jon and Jim were now deeper in conversation.

“What do you suppose that’s all about?” Dana asked, following my eyes.

“I’m not sure I want to know” I shrugged, but we headed over to where they both were and I caught the gist of the conversation.

They were discussing motorcycles and comparing the relative merits of different makes and models. That seemed safe enough, and I turned my attention back to Dana and she filled me in on her family and the grandkids until I heard Dave announce it was the last chance to vote for the best costume. We made our way over to the table and each took a slip of paper, writing our choice down and tossing it into the fishbowl.

We continued to talk and catch up on each other’s lives when I felt Jon’s arms slip around my waist as he nuzzled his lips against my hair. Dana smiled too at the obvious affection between us and Dale placed his hand on her arm gently, leaning down to kiss her. They had been married since their early twenties, but they were still more in love than most couples who were newlyweds and I hoped that it would be the same with me and Jon.

“Can I steal you for a dance?” Jon whispered in my ear as he held me, swaying to the slower music.

I turned to face him and he embraced me, leading me away a bit from the crowd. Jon had had a few more glasses of wine by then and was buzzing himself now as he sang softly, his cheek against mine as we danced. When the song was over, Dave announced that he and Cherie were ready to proclaim the winner of the contest and we all turned our attention to see who it would be.

“This year’s winner, yet again for the fourth time, hands down, is Jim-our very own giant penis!” he proclaimed amidst cheers and shouts and applause.

Jim walked up to receive his prize, a bottle of champagne, with Missy in attendance. Anything to be in the spotlight, I thought, shaking my head as she stood there beaming. I wasn’t disappointed for Jim, though, as his costume was clearly the cleverest. There were a few jokes about his need for Viagra since his inflatable suit was beginning to look rather limp by now. Missy was frowning at the teasing and I bit back the urge to suggest perhaps there were other reasons for his less than impressive state of arousal.

Jim was a gracious winner as always and seemed relieved to finally be able to shed the cumbersome costume now that the contest was over. He began to make the rounds, saying goodnight to everyone and excusing himself as he had to work tomorrow. Lastly, he approached Jon and me.

“Hey, it was great to see you again” he said blandly to me, trying to avoid anything that might provoke the bitch at his side.

“You too, Jim. How will you top that costume next year?” I asked, really wondering.

“Maybe I’ll come as a nudist” he joked good-naturedly despite Missy’s sour countenance that met his eyes.

“Jon, it was really nice to meet you and to have a chance to perform with you. Call me up for the next tour, huh?” he teased as he and Jon shook hands.

“Hey, man, if Richie’s busy, you got the job. Seriously, though, you’ve got a great voice. Don’t give up” Jon encouraged.

“This is enough fame and fortune for me” Jim replied, holding the champagne bottle aloft. “Treat her right” he said leaning down to whisper in Jon’s ear.

“Rest assured, man” Jon said in a low voice. “You’d better get Missy home before she turns into a pumpkin” he added, jerking his head in her direction as she bristled impatiently.

The party was beginning to break up and I had really had enough to drink and I was ready to go home myself. It was after two o’clock now, and despite our nap earlier, I was getting tired. We said good night to Cherie and Dave and thanked them for inviting us and I hugged Dana, promising not to be a stranger any more. Finally, as we headed towards the door, we said goodbye to Paul and he called out as we left.

“Have a good night, hon. I’ll see you next week” he called, following me with his eyes as Jon ushered me out the door.