Jilted

This story goes back a few years to a time when telephones hung on walls, satellite communication was still a dream, and people were not moving around like zombies clutching a device to their ears or punching numbers onto a tiny screen as they walked or drove. It goes back to a time when we were accountable to our community at large and to ourselves, relying on one another for help and for the social pleasures in life.

The story also took place in a young and growing town located in a relatively remote location accessible only by a gravel road and floatplanes. The population of the town was all below fifty years in age and primarily composed of young couples and young single men.

There were relatively few social conveniences. Movies where shown a few times a week in a school auditorium, TV reception was grainy and unreliable, and there were very few recreational facilities besides outdoor skating rinks and a natural ice curling club. Evening escape for the single men was centered on a few bare hastily constructed bars that filled up by 6 pm on a weekday and by noon hour on a weekend. One was as likely to get in a fight as to luck into a dance with a woman. And if you did not drink fast enough you were asked to leave so that a dedicated drinker could have your chair.

The lack of organized social activities encouraged small groups of like-minded people to produce their own entertainment. It was the time and the place for house parties. Parties were generally organized for Saturday nights and each couple with a home took a turn as host. Invitees were couples, married or dating, while single folk were seldom on the guest list. Regular participants brought the food and alcohol.

Most of the individuals in any one group worked for a common employer and knew each other as co-workers. June, a young lady of 21 years of age had been invited to the parties on the basis of having a steady boyfriend. Jim was 25 and a relative newcomer to the town. Single men outnumbered single women by about five to one and he considered himself fortunate to have somehow attracted such a lovely young woman on a permanent basis.

June lived at home with her parents while Jim resided in what stood for a boarding house, really just a few trailers jammed together with a cafeteria.

They quickly became intimate, the biggest problem finding some place to be alone long enough to have sex. They occasionally made it to a bed when her parents were out or away while his car provided an alternative location if only during the warmer weather. The local Motel was quite expensive and the thin walls were hardly conducive to the sharing of warm intimate exchanges. Needless to say, at their age and level of erotic adrenaline the opportunities to exhaust it were limited. But, what the hell, they both enjoyed foreplay and the sex was all the sweeter when they did find a place for consummation.

They were the youngest of the party regulars as most of the group was married couples ranging in age from 30 to 40 with the oldest about 50.

The intent of the parties was relaxation, pure and simple. Chat and gossip formed the early hours. Then, as the liquor flowed and the discussions became more personal, music began to emanate from a rec room and people gradually filtered to the dance floor. Square dancing, polka's, limbo dancing and rock and roll got the blood flowing. As the evening wore on, the music slowed, the dance floor filled and an air of permissiveness took over as couples held on more tightly and bodies rubbed and fingers roamed. By the end of the evening very few of the dancers were in the arms of their own mates.

In the early days of the parties Jim and June were treated in a 'hands off' manner, no doubt because they were in the courting stage of their relationship. That changed gradually as time wore on and the pressure to dance with others increased. Although they never admitted it to each other they both gained pleasure and excitement from the intimate contact with others. The parties were certainly a preferred option to visiting one of the bars where Jim would spend half the night defending the honor of his pretty girl as drunken single guys tried to cut in on them.

Overall, the parties filled a void in the lives of these couples otherwise trapped in a remote town with few social outlets. They were at times loud and boisterous, alcohol providing the release to the tensions of an otherwise hard working life. Any animosity that arose over a partner's intimate contact with another was diffused by a week of work and fresh expectations for the next party.

It was during the later stages of one such party that Jim and June had their first real spat. The evening's entertainment had shifted to the rec room where the fast and furious group dances had ended and the sweet slow ballads of the day had quieted the room as couples engaged in various forms of dry fucking on the dance floor. June's face was buried in Jim's neck, one breast tucked under his holding arm, their hips bumping and grinding as they sought to rub his cock on her mound. Jim's hand was moving imperceptibly up and poker oyna down her back, threatening to drop further down to hold and caress her ass cheeks.

The dance ended but the two of them stood clutched together while they waited for the music to begin again.

"How about sharing your man June?" It was Grace, one of the married ladies who began each evening as a wallflower and usually ended up acting like a pole dancer as the evening progressed and her alcohol level rose. She was just "Grace" and there was little anger or dismay directed at her late night aggressiveness. Her clothes and demeanor and everything else about Grace was low key, until such time as she consumed one too many drinks.

June smiled and said, "Sure Grace, you can have him for a dance, but be careful he is easily led astray." They all laughed and Grace flowed into Jim's arms as Louis Armstrong began to sing "Blueberry Hill".

By this time of the evening all dance participants were pretty much into intimate groping, whether with their mate or somebody else's. Grace moved in tight against Jim, hips thrust forward and her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders. Jim had no option except to hold her by the hips, or ass. He was still erect from his dance with June, and he could do little to keep the hard bulge from Grace whose body was arched forward seeking to rub it. After contact Grace began a slow circular grind, her mound rubbing on Jim's stiff shaft. The lights were low and the dance floor crowded, so he just went along with it and enjoyed the feel of her.

The dance ended and Jim attempted to pull free to guide Grace back to the sidelines. But Grace wanted more and turned back into him, her hands now behind him and grabbing his ass. "Hey Grace, have to go, June will be looking for me." Grace looked hurt and shocked and acting as if he had just slapped her in the face. "I'm sorry Grace," Jim said and he bent to give her an apologetic peck of a kiss. Grace reacted by leaping up to capture his mouth with hers.

June turned from the bar at that moment to see Grace lunging her face upwards tongue first as Jim bent for his quick peck. He looked frantically around as Grace's arms and legs wrapped around him like a leech. Too late, he noted June staring at him and other heads twisting to watch the commotion.

Jim knew that he was in 'shit city' as he approached June. He shook his head as he attempted to minimize the damage, "Baby, it's not what you think, Grace has been into her cups more than usual and I just could not stop her."

June stormed, "Yes, saw you trying very hard didn't I. Practically screwing her while you kissed her. I'm going to take a break from you for a while. See you later!" She moved quickly away from him to grasp the hand of one of the other guys who was chatting near them. "C'mon Barry, I need a real man to dance with."

Barry glanced over at Jim, shrugged and followed June onto the dance floor. June jammed her body forward in her best imitation of Grace and Barry offered no resistance.

Jim leaned against the bar, head down for a few minutes. He had dreamed all week about Saturday night and finding a place to make out with his girl and now it all seemed lost. More alcohol was not the answer so he drifted aimlessly upstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

There were two ladies in the kitchen, one of them just picking up a plate of sandwiches and cakes to take to the bar. Stella, the other lady and the hostess for the evening continued to prepare another plate.

Stella was a short lady, probably about 50 years old, 'rubenesque' in stature, funny and profane and usually the life of the party. She was feeling a little left out as hostess this night. She had too many hostess duties to perform when she would prefer to be out on the dance floor teasing and arousing other women's husbands. She had always set the pace as the evening moved on to "grope night", but managed to do it without offending others. They just followed her lead. Despite her provocative work on the dance floor, Jim had never heard of her being anything but faithful to her marriage.

She looked up now as Jim entered the kitchen and said, "Oops, looks like something has gone wrong in your love life Jim. The last time I saw you and June dancing I was ready to offer you one of our bedrooms."

Jim managed a laugh of sorts but confessed, "Yep, just got in a bit of trouble dancing with Grace and June banished me from her sight.

"Is Grace into her cups already? She usually makes it to midnight before Harvey has to take her home. Was she applying a little more of her body than normal?" She looked down at Jim's groin area, noticing the bulge in his shorts and grinned, "Got your attention I see." She pursed her lips and said, "I can see what led Grace a little too far." She licked her lips. She was shameless as usual, funny and apparently curious.

Jim relaxed a bit, leaned sideways against the counter facing Stella and making no attempt to hide his bulge. His eyes drifted down from Stella's leering face to her big boobs, wide hips and then back to her eyes. "What's canlı poker oyna a guy to do Stella? I was just out there dancing and some lady gets too close. Am I supposed to push them away?"

Stella was thinking, 'ah so he wants to play does he'? She was up for that and responded. "Well you know someone always makes the first move on the dance floor. I recall our last dance together when I swear that you made the first move. And I recall that we both enjoyed the results. Not so?" Her eyes were softer now, the humor in them replaced by seductiveness. She pushed one hip and boob towards him.

Jim did remember all right and suddenly felt himself being drawn into another sticky situation. But he could not tear his eyes from Stella and her enticing body. 'God she must be good in bed', he thought. 'Would love to feel those big tits on my chest. Bet the nipples are huge.' He licked his lips subconsciously.

Stella was now in full seduction mode and she knew all of the moves required. She hadn't bedded a younger man since she had been that age herself and in fact had never even considered it. They seldom had shown much interest in her over the years, but this one was heating up her loins as he gazed longingly at her boobs.

It was probably not wise to go after one right now, but erotic play was fun and she could not let it go. She noted his tongue licking his lips as he gazed down at her tits. She whispered, "Jim, I do believe that you are thinking about my nipples. Am I right?" They moved closer together, still not touching but one could feel the aura of the other, the pull of arousal.

Jim breathed out, "Oh yeah, you're right." He read invitation in her words and cupped one breast in his hand. She was wearing a low-cut off the shoulder peasant blouse, her lace trimmed white bra visible through the sheer cloth. Their eyes locked as he gently bounced the tit in his hand. He thought, 'would love to pull that out of her bra'.

They were partly shielded by an island counter from the entry to the kitchen, but not enough to hide a kiss or full body contact. Stella's response was to reach out and caress his lump. "Baby, you should have that looked after. Must have had it for hours now. Does it hurt?"

Jim grinned, "Yep, hurts a little and you are not making it any better are you? I'm having all kinds of remedies run through my mind. Do you have any thoughts?"

Stella was in her element, a guy on the hook thinking about only her while she was in the safety of her own home and not caring about being found out, just teasing and enjoying the attention. Hubby was going to have a great time tonight. He reveled in her flirtations, knowing that he would be the one benefitting the most after the party.

"Oh yes, lot's of remedies and thoughts," she replied, "just have to find a way don't we. Could probably work in a little hand job fairly easily." She looked deeply into his eyes, circled her lips with her tongue, "Maybe even a taste of it." She paused and rubbed the palm of her hand along the base of his shaft and murmured, "And maybe ---", her words faded away.

Jim was almost gasping for air as she led him to thoughts of some form of sexual relief. "And you know this how Stella? Have you ever helped a guy out at a party?"

Stella's eyes were vacant pools of pure lust as she answered, "Oh yes. Managed items one and two a few times, but the final remedy only once. And that with a guy who is out there right now dancing. Maybe even dancing with your girl. She had better not be too willing, once he starts there is no stopping him. I went too far one night. Want to know what he did to me?"

If somebody had entered the kitchen at that point, there would not have been any doubt what sort of thoughts filled their minds. Stella was still caressing Jim's cock through his pants; his knee had pushed between her legs while he fingered her mound through her skirt. They were not kissing but both tongue tips were showing.

"Oh God yes, tell me," Jim moaned.

She wanted to tell him about her denouement, wanted to excite him even more than he was, wanted him to be so hard he would explode without touching him. She continued, "It was at our Christmas party at Sue and Walter's house. It was quite late, there were only eight of us left and we had coupled off with someone else's mate and had turned off all of the lights as we danced.

All you could hear were soft groans and the shuffling of feet. I was pretty sure that we were heading for an orgy, but everyone was nervous about the first move I guess. We were doing everything but fuck on the dance floor."

Jim groaned as Stella caressed his cock as she spoke.

"His hand was up the back of my skirt and fingers under my panties. Our tongues were circling like buzzards in each other's mouths. He whispered through clenched teeth, 'I'm going to fuck your ass off Stella'. Almost made me come. Did you ever tell a lady that you were going to fuck her Jim?"

"Stella, what happened?" Jim mumbled, lifting his knee up between her legs, a mental image of her pussy spreading flashed through his mind.

Stella internet casino continued, "It was So dark that one's eye could not adjust at all. He pulled me out of the room and into a bedroom, quietly shutting the door. I was thinking that this was better and that we could feel each other a bit more and maybe even get a little naked. I was ready to do a hand job. First thing I knew he had my back against the wall and his bare cock between my legs. He used his fingers to push my panties to one side and he was in me in about two seconds. He lifted one of my legs up in his arm with my back against the wall and screwed me until he got off. I remember being surprised at how hot his cum felt. By the time he pulled out my panties were in a mess. I haven't worn panties to a party since that night."

Jim's eyebrows raised in an obvious question. Stella continued, "Yep, that's right, no panties, and a very hot pussy. You could check it out."

Jim slipped his hand up under the front of her skirt. He closed the heel of his hand on her mound and slipped two fingers along each side of her slit.

He was ready to go where they stood as he moved one finger along the center of her slit. "Stella," he groaned and hooked the finger into her and pushed down hard with his hand.

But Stella pulled back suddenly, a contented smile on her face. This was her triumph; she loved enticing a man to the very edge of abject surrender. She was still undecided about what she would give him.

She released him, pulled back and said, "Why don't you take this last plate of goodies to the rec room. Check around to see if your lover still wants you. If she is still aloof and engaged with someone else, come back up and go to the bathroom at the back of the house. It's an en suite to our bedroom with an opening to the hallway. Don't lock the hallway door and come into the bedroom. Very few use the john there during a party and we'll be safe there for a while. I really would like to help you out in some way baby."

Jim gathered himself and grasped the plate of sandwiches. He looked at Stella, "I'll be back Stella." There was no way he was not coming back no matter what mood June was in. He had never wanted to screw a woman as much as he wanted to screw Stella right then.

The party room was much more quiet now as several guests had gone home. The remaining couples were lost in each other and the mood was erotic and sensual. Jim set the plate on the bar and turned to view the room. It had been half an hour since he had left the room in despair and he hoped that June was still engaged with Barry. But she had switched partners, a sort of relief to Jim, but she was still in the hot embrace of one of the other men. Jim's eyes met hers, their gaze locked for a minute or so before she turned away. She was still pissed and her anger had not yet dissolved. So be it, but it was with mixed feelings that Jim turned and left the room.

He entered the bathroom from the hall and opened the door into Stella's bedroom turning to lock it after entering. He was a little tentative about fucking Stella while her hubby was somewhere in the house. But all negative thoughts evaporated at the sight of Stella waiting in bed for him with only a thin sheet covering the lower half of her body.

She was sex personified, her eyes were half slits and filled with excitement, her big tits rolling out over top of the sheet, huge brown nipples swaying as she moved. Every part of her was a smooth round curve and her entire body gave the impression that it was made of India rubber. As he approached she tossed the rest of the sheet to one side to bare her voluptuous hips and ass.

He bent down to kiss her while he fumbled with his belt and zipper. Her lips were parted in anticipation, her hand reaching for his cock as he pushed his pants and shorts to the floor. He tore his shirt off and tossed it to one side. Their tongues intertwined as Stella grasped his bare cock. "Oh, big cock baby, big cock, I knew it," she moaned.

"I wanted you to come to me so badly Jim baby, I want you in me," Stella whispered. She was no longer the tease, no longer coy, she was a woman who desired a man. There is nothing in the world more appealing to a man than that look of a woman who is desperate to have his body on hers. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, circling it around between his gums and his teeth before engaging his tongue in a wild twisting exchange of desire.

She was braced up on one arm as they kissed, stroking his cock, making little circles around his bursting knob with one finger and then sliding her hot palm down along the bottom of his shaft to locate and clutch his balls.

"Get over me babe, want to suck it, want you to fuck my mouth," she ordered. She lay back on the pillow as Jim hovered over her; his knees planted each side of her chest. She grasped his cock and rubbed it on her face and hair before directing it to her lips. She leered upwards at him as she cranked it with her hand. He lifted and moved forward feeling her full tits rubbing up against his ass. He grabbed her head and slipped the knob between her lips. They alternated as the lust mounted, she bobbing her head back and forth then pausing as he held her head and fucked her mouth. He pulled it out of her mouth just as a little pre-cum oozed from the slit.