Sex Secrets with Aj Bailey: New Years Eve Voyeur

Mmm I love party season! I especially love celebrating with champagne. I'm not even halfway through my first glass and I'm already feeling mischievous. New Years Eve is definitely a holiday for getting laid. So, here I am, mingling through party-goers in my too short sequined dress. I knew my hemline would raise more than a few eyebrows at this swanky little private shindig. The good news? The bubbly is expensive and free-flowing. The bad news? Stuffy conservative types abound. My date has scurried off somewhere to glad-hand and boast to his Boys Club of some victorious business venture or some other pretentious nonsense. Meanwhile I'm slinking about the maze of the house, appraising the family photos and various antiquities. As the caterer makes his rounds I pluck another glass of champs off of his little silver tray, and that's when I notice him. Standing by the mantle, he looks to be listening to his friend but his attention is clearly diverted my way. I casually grab an hor d'oeuvre and pop it into my mouth, all the while pretending not to notice that he has noticed me. I walk slowly and turn my back to him, feigning interest in a framed photo on a small side table. I bend slightly to pick it up, smirking, knowing his eyes haven't left me or my skirt that is now sliding up. When I turn back around to confirm that I haven't lost the attention of my admirer he catches my grin, and knowingly but subtly smiles back. Busted! He's sexy as hell and its getting difficult to hide my intrigue. And so the game begins.....

      I check to see that my date is still off fellating his ego with his little buddies. Check. I coyly saunter back through the party goers, every so often glancing around to make sure my devotee is still pretending not to watch my every move. He must be well acquainted with the guests because no matter what room I find myself, or whomever I am making small talk with, he's there, a few yards away, talking to someone else. I can feel his eyes always on me. Tracing up the length of my legs or the nape of my neck. I'm feeling warmer from the drinks and more devilish by the minute. I begin accentuating my walk by swaying my hips, and draw attention to my mouth by licking my lips, or gently biting my bottom lip. Occasionally the secretive naughtiness of our little cat and mouse makes me giggle and on my periphery I can see him laugh too. He's still seemingly engaged in conversation, and of course, most definitely not ogling me.

      Nearly on my third glass of libations, its time I find the little girls room. Of course the downstairs loo has a line, so I make a decision to find a more neglected part of the manse and take our little game a step further. Without being noticed by anyone, save one lone voyeur, I head up the sprawling staircase. As I look ahead upstairs I see a dark hallway with a number of doorways, one of which is dimly lit. Two doors down, a door stands ajar with nothing but blackness beyond it. As I creep towards the doorway with the small light, I hear the stairs creak behind me. I don't have to look back, and from the sound I would guess he's about to the landing. The noise from the party below has faded and as I open the door into a expansive and softly illuminated powder room, I hear the echo of my heels on marble as I turn to face the mirror. The light is soft, but after the darkness in the hallway I can see myself clearly. Across the hall, two doors down, I barely make out a shadow slipping into the blackness, and from where I stand I see the door is left ajar. We're still playing.

I set down my glass and begin adjusting my hair, brushing it this way and that with my fingers. I pull my lipstick out of my little clutch, and after slowly applying it I rub my thumb over my lips, and while looking towards the black open door: smear it. I slowly take both hands, and starting at my neck, rub and trace down the outline of my figure: over my collarbone, down my breasts, over my hips and down in between my thighs. I hike my skirt up just enough to see the top of my garters that I'm pretending to straighten, then up further to reveal tiny black lace panties. I begin to massage on the outside of them, gently leaning back onto the wall and staring at my reflection in the mirror, as though I'm putting on a show for myself, unknowing of my silent audience. The thought of him watching me, secretly, his cock stiffening while I begin to fondle myself, is making my panties warm and wet. I pull them aside and the pink from my lips is exposed. I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them, tasting myself and getting them slippery and wet. I think about his bulging erection, his quickening pulse and I ease my fingers into my throbbing and excited slit.

      I rub around slowly, rocking my hips back and forth to feel it deeper. I imagine his heavy, panting breath on my neck, his stiff cock rubbing against my wetness. I stare into the darkened doorway and begin to quietly moan. I think of him watching me, jerking his thick shaft while I finger-fuck myself to climax. I think of all the unassuming guests downstairs, if they only knew what was happening right above them. I can't stifle my moans as I rub harder and faster, staring at him through the mirror and imagining him taking me up against this wall. My breath is coming quicker and I feel everything inside me tense and quiver and with a final hoarse moan I cum hard. I withdraw my silky wet fingers and, as I watch myself in the mirror, lick the cum off of them, like I am sucking the cum off of his own cock. Slightly disheveled, I replace my panties and with a sigh begin making myself presentable for the party downstairs. As I'm finishing my final touch-ups I hear the familiar creak of the landing and barely catch the shadow of someone heading downstairs. I gather myself together, grab my faithful champagne flute and make my way down to join the party as well. As I descend the final few steps I hear the final countdown to midnight "Three......two.....one.....Happy New Year!" from the crowd. To my left, further into the mass of revelers I see him. He smiles and winks at me. Happy New Year indeed.