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Seeing her in position she built up some courage and pushed her head forwards. She kept her eyes down low to the floor, her breathing heard through the gag. The blindfold was slipped off after she heard a 'clink'. The cell phone was put into the foot of the bed and the night light was turned off. Sex had always been good for a party! Now this was the big night and because she was at the party her friends had given him a deep gut-level look at him as he exited the bed. Through the phone she had been able to hear his voice, it echoed in her head, she was aroused, sexually frustrated, almost resigned to the fact that it wasn't him she was seeing but a projection of his self. The projection was a man! But the sex itself was pure lust, primal, raw sex, something that she had always yearned to do to someone, anyone! She felt a presence behind her, a hand moving slowly upwards, through the air and upwards, touching her arse, about her navel, up her inner thigh to her pussy. Then, she felt a firm foot pushing up against a soft boot. The projection disappeared, as her vision returned to focus. The man was gone. Her. She felt her flesh pressed to the canvas, her nipples were hard, she was panting... she felt sick. The skin she was touching, tickles, felt her cunt was wet. The night air felt cool on her hot skin, despite the pounding she felt in her head she could feel her juices running down her inner thighs.
The bed jolted her back as the projection left her and reappeared behind her. He slowly stroked her back, the sensation was intense, she arched her back trying to push herself back against him, but he drew her up so her face was down on the bed. She felt his lips, like warm sunlight through a cloud, kissing the top of her head, her neck, her ears, her shoulders. He slowly nibbled her, enjoying the tight, she strained to press into him, to grab onto him, but he only pressed closer. The projection left her again, but this one was longer, she could smell and taste him. He left her this way, her arms stretched out behind her, he gently caressed her body. She felt his hands on her. She screamed. She heard him gasp in surprise. She felt his teeth caressing her bottom. She thought it was cold, but she could feel herself warmed by him. They were so close she could almost touch her cunt, she waited, hoping that he would take her sooner. But it wasn't long, he pressed against her, not far but close. She felt dizzy, her heart was thumping so hard it hurt. She wanted to go running, to meet his face.
She thought of the party she was having. She tried to focus, to concentrate. He was so close she could almost see his face. She ran. It felt so good. She ran like a sprinter, wanting to feel the power she knew she was building. She was so close. They had arrived. The party was in a shopping centre across the river. She was unaware of where she was. Amber returned to the party. She was alone again. She decided she didn't feel like the self-conscious wannabe of sex posers that were becoming so popular on the internet. She had been with a man, and they had met. She didn't remember any of the nights they spent together, or the dance, but she did like to be alone..
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