Chris hurried out of the emergency room exit. After ten straight days of working as an ICU charge nurse, on the three to eleven shift, she finally had a weekend off. One of the nurses with whom she worked knew of a swinging party in the West San Fernando Valley and told Chris where it was. Driving to her apartment Chris wondered what a farm girl from Iowa would discover at a Southern California party. She hoped she would meet some people who had the same interests in sex that she did.
"I've been too long without romancing," she murmured as she undressed for her shower.
She was an attractive woman in her middle twenties. Her dishwater blond hair hung to her shoulders. She had small breasts with large, sensitive nipples, a narrow waist and, what her mother called, a "slat ass".
The thing most people noticed about Chris once they stopped staring at her beautiful oval face was her piercing green eyes. She often made people feel that she could look right through them. Because of this as she grew older she frequently avoided eye contact with strangers. This, she soon discovered, made her seem shy and vulnerable and, to many people, even more attractive.
After finishing her shower she spent a good while drying her hair. Finally, at about one thirty in the morning, dressed in designer jeans, a yellow, cotton turtle neck shirt, a camel hair jacket and dark brown loafers, she was ready for the party.
She drove west on the Ventura Freeway exiting when she reached Encino. It took her a while to find the street she wanted but once she found it it was not difficult to determine where the party was.
Amid the darkened residences south of Ventura Boulevard one house shown like a beacon. Lights gleamed from all the windows in a large two story Tudor structure. There were cars parked up and down the street for a full block on either side.
"Surprisingly little noise," she thought as she cruised slowly past looking for a parking spot. She pulled in behind a red Ferrari, about a block from the house, and parked. Sitting quietly she wondered if she should forget the whole thing. She had no desire to walk a block, at two in the morning, on a dimly lit street even in the swankiest part of the San Fernando Valley.
A tapping on her window roused her from her reverie. A good-looking woman stood beside her car door and motioned for her to roll the window down. Chris could see the woman was nicely dressed and decided to at least discuss her predicament through a partly opened car window.
"Yes," she said.
"Hi. I'm Marilyn Short. If you're here for the party let's go in together. I was waiting in the Ferrari for someone to walk me down the street."
"Oh great," Chris said taking the keys out of the ignition. "I was just about to leave because I didn't want to walk the block alone. I'm Chris Diamond by the way."
"Hi Chris," Marilyn said as she hooked her arm into Chris' and led the way to the party.
They entered the front room of the house. There was the smell of cigarette smoke and the sounds of soft music and whispering voices coming from somewhere nearby but the well lit room was devoid of human occupants.
"Well Chris, ever been to one of these before?" Marilyn asked as she walked to a table loaded with hors d'oeuvres.
"Nope. I haven't a clue as to what one does at theses things," Chris answered spearing a shrimp and dipping it in cocktail sauce.
Marilyn was shorter than Chris and older. She had thick, dark, tousled hair, a pretty oval face and a full figure attractively encased in leather pants and silk blouse.
"She looks as if she just woke up," Chris thought as chewed the seafood morsel and studied her new found friend.
"Well, first of all lets sit down and review the options," Marilyn said pouring herself a generous shot of scotch and loading a plate with various goodies from the table before walking to a cluster of chairs in one corner of the room.
Chris followed suit except that she found the champagne nestled in an ice bucket beside the table more to her liking. Then sitting down opposite Marilyn she prepared to listen to the voice of experience.
"It's safe to assume that neither of us is here for the food," Marilyn laughed. "Most people come to these things because they're interested in mildly kinky sexual experiences."
Chris smiled and asked, "Or just a tad horny?"
"Not really the usual reason," Marilyn shook her head. "Hell you could get all you need looking the way you do – don't tell me you came here just to get laid."
Chris blushed as she nodded her head.
"I don't believe it. What kind of work do you do?"
Chris explained her situation and the nature of her job.
"Oh wow. You work with doctors and you haven't been hit on in almost two weeks. What the hell is the medical profession coming too?"
Marilyn had finished her drink and moved to the table for more. Chris sat quietly and ate. Several people had wandered in and out of the room while they had been talking and eating.
When Marilyn returned, her plate piled high and her glass full, she said, "OK let me explain this kind of a party. There are people who get their kicks out of explicit movies. The hosts have a room set up for them upstairs. There are some folks who like group sex so the largest room in the place, usually a finished attic, is set up to accommodate them."
"Naturally, there are several rooms set up for quiet sexual liaisons. And finally, there will be one room equipped for those into mildly kinky stuff like soft restraints, stroking with feathers and, for some of the more modern women, fisting."
"Jeez does fisting really happen? I have heard of it but it scares the hell out of me. It just isn't that safe and it's more than mild kinkiness as far as I'm concerned," Chris said draining her champagne glass.
"Yeah it happens. You have to know how to spot the girls who are into it. Look for red hankies hanging out of back pockets – that is if you are interested in sex with other women. If not fisting isn't likely to be a problem for you at a party like this."
"Thanks for the information," Chris said walking over to the champagne bucket and refilling her glass. "What is your usual play at parties like this Marilyn?"
"God have you got piercing eyes girl. I shouldn't wonder that you could read my mind," she laughed. "I think you better let me ask you that question so that I wont shock you."
"Well, let's just leave it that I really enjoy sex and I am not bashful about telling my lover how I want it at any given time. Now you answer my question," she said staring hard at the dark haired, slightly disheveled Marilyn.
Marilyn drained her glass, looked into Chris' eyes and said, "I come to these parties because I'm into bondage – no S/M just restraints. Does that shock you?"
"Not really. So what do we do cruise this place or head for a particular room?"
Marilyn stood up and moved toward the back of the house. "I'll head for the room I know I want. Why don't you cruise?" she answered.
"OK – but just in case we don't see each other around let's exchange phone numbers," Chris said digging into her purse for pen and paper.
Marilyn, licking her full lips sensuously nodded and handed Chris a card she must have been holding for a while. It was damp and slightly wrinkled at the corners. "I am sure glad you suggested that, Chris."
Marilyn quickly disappeared up the broad stair case. Chris walked into the back of the house and found several men and women sitting, smoking and talking in the kitchen. An older women rose and offered to get Chris something to eat or drink. She explained that they were all with the catering service hired for the party.
Chris apologized for interrupting and decided she'd best explore the upper floors. She climbed the stairs and opened the door of the first room she came to. The room was dark except for a large screen TV displaying a man and a women actively fucking to the accompaniment of much groaning and squealing. Both actors appeared to be rather bored with the whole thing.
Glancing around the room she saw several couples in various stages of undress making love. Compared to the noises coming from the screen they were all rather quietly involved.
Chris was suddenly aware of one couple on the floor in front of the TV. Their naked bodies glowed red and green and blue in the reflected light from picture. The woman was above the man and as Chris watched she guided her partner's erect cock into her darkly thatched pussy and then leaned forward rubbing her large, firm breasts back and forth over her lover's chest.
The man began to thrust his hips up and down vigorously while the woman attempted to match his rhythm. Suddenly the man groaned, stiffened and clutched her to his chest. Chris saw a look of utter dismay sweep across the young woman's face as her lover's climax obviously had come too soon.
Chris' sensitive nipples stood erect and she was suddenly conscious of her folded hands pressing into her crotch, her legs slightly spread. She knew the frustration the young, ardent women was experiencing. She had had more than her share of it in the past.
Meanwhile the young woman pushed herself away from the man still spread out on the floor and looked up to see Chris staring at her. "Did you see it all?" she asked with a sardonic little laugh.
"Yes. I'm sorry for you – I'm Chris Diamond by the way."
"Hi Chris – I'm Betty Morales," she said reaching for the towel beside her and dabbing at her crotch. "I guess I'll have to go cruising again."
Chris slid onto the floor next to Betty and said, "I'd like to help you solve your problem."
"If you're making a pass Chris it's just been received," Betty whispered hoarsely. "Let's find the room where I started out," she said wrapping herself in a silk robe that had been under the towel she used.
Holding Chris' hand Betty led the way down a well lighted corridor to a room at the far end. She tapped lightly on the door remarking, "In this place anyone might be doing anything so it's always better to knock before entering."
The room was dimly lit. The bed was made but the spread was rumpled. Betty turned to Chris as she closed the door whispering, "Get undressed please Chrisie."
As Chris slipped out of her jacket Betty's hands reached eagerly for her tiny breasts and hard nipples pushing at the soft cotton shirt. Sliding her hands down to Chris' waist she lifted the shirt up and pressed her warm, eager mouth to Chris' right breast sucking noisily. Her tongue then began to work at the stiff, erect nipple. Chris moaned and stopped struggling to get her hands and arms free of her turtle neck shirt.
She felt Betty's hands moving with tender, almost tickling strokes down her now tense body. Each movement of Betty's hands and each stroke of her fingers left a trail of fiery desire in their wake. Chris' seemed to fold beneath her and she dropped gently onto the bed as Betty's hands searched for the buttons and zipper of her jeans.
Her body pulsated and she whispered softly, "Please do it Betty." Her jeans dropped to her ankles but her wet bikini panties resting at knee level kept her from spreading her legs. She struggled to open spread her legs for Betty's probing fingers. The more she struggled the wilder her desire and need became.
Betty was now straddling Chris and brushing her tight little breasts with her own. Chris struggled to get her hands free so that she could bring Betty's luscious tits to her lips and mouth. The more she struggled the tighter she seemed bound by her clothes.
Betty's hands moved to Chris' crotch. Thrusting and whimpering Chris moved her hips wildly seeking to bring the exploring hands into her now ravenous cunt.
Betty was crooning softly as she moved seductively about the wildly passionate body beneath her. She kissed Chris' thighs, and licked at the wetness she found there. She moved her hands up to Chris' tiny breasts and rolled the large, firm nipples which stood straight as guardsmen above her pouting pink areolas. Then slipping a leg between Chris' restrained thighs Betty pressed against Chris' wet throbbing pussy as she thrust her own warm, eager cunt down onto Chris' right leg. The two ardent women quickly found their rhythm of love and with whimpers of delight they thrusted and ground their hips until with sudden cries of unbounded passion their bodies shivered and jerked in mutually intense orgasmic ecstasy.
Chris lay sobbing as her climax passed. Betty her body still eager for loving brought her face up to Chris' and kissed her tenderly. Then she pulled the restraining shirt from Chris' arms and whispered, "Hold me my love, please."
Chris clutched the big bosomed woman to her feeling her firm, voluptuousness pressing against the still eager, sensitive nipples. Moving her soft hands gently over Betty's smooth, sweaty back she pressed her still throbbing cunt against the warm, dampness of Betty's pussy.
Softly crooning Betty began to thrust and grind her hips into the blond dampness of Chris' muff. The two woman began another violent dance of love. Their lovely and loving bodies rocked and thrust at each other.
Chris felt the sudden wonderful warmth that presaged her most intense orgasms. Squealing with unbridled pleasure her body shook and her hands tore at the smooth back of her lover.
Betty's body stiffened suddenly as Chris pulled and tugged in mindless delight. She gasped as unrestrained passion sent spasm after spasm of orgasmic delight coursing through her panting, ardent body.
The two women lay pressed firmly against each other for a long while. Chris let her hands wander freely over Betty's body until they found and fondled the crease between her buttocks. Betty grunted and shivered as Chris stroked and kneaded Betty's firm muscular butt and let her fingers stray near the anus.
Struggling to sit up Betty grasped Chris' exploring hand firmly and whispered, "Darling fuck me there please."
Chris let Betty guide her hand to the bulging rosebud and then gently rubbing it with the moistness of Betty's passion she slipped two fingers inside. Betty whimpered and moved abruptly to straddle Chris' right thigh. She then rubbed her wet cunt up and down Chris' still restrained leg with a ferocity that surprised gentle Chris.
As Betty's movements became wilder Chris' fingers probed deeper and strived to maintain the wild beat of Betty's unbounded lust. With a sudden shriek Betty grabbed and squeezed her rich full breasts and her body jerked violently. Chris' fingers were held firmly by the spasms that moved in quick succession through the anus of her wanton lover.
Clinging to her breasts Betty rocked back and forth for a long while before slipping sideways onto the bed next to Chris' lithe, supple body. There she lay panting and murmuring, "It's so lovely that way."
Chris slipped off the bed, pulled her still restraining panties off and dropping them to the floor padded silently to the bathroom.
As she emerged from the bathroom some minutes later she saw that Betty had turned on a bedside light and was sitting up watching her.
"You have a beautiful body to match your lovely face, Chris," she whispered holding her arms open.
Chris moved into the fold of her embrace and kissed her passionately. "This body needs some more loving dear Betty," she murmured.
"I was greedy and selfish dear girl," Betty said smiling and letting her hands move quickly and certainly to Chris' breasts. Rolling the rigid nipples beneath her palms Betty kissed Chris again and again on her eager, warm mouth. She moved her lips downward nipping at Chris' neck, sucking her sensitive, erect nipples and then sliding her face between Chris' wide spread thighs.
"Oh God, eat me please," Chris moaned as Betty's artful tongue licked teasingly at the lips of her vagina. Chris' legs thrashed wildly and her hips pitched upward as desire seized control of her supple and supplicant body. Betty's strong hands gripped Chris' breasts as she buried her face deep into Chris' now wide open, wet cunt. Her tongue touched Chris' vibrating, stiff little clit and Chris whimpered, "Suck me off – do it please darling."
Holding Chris' firm nipples between thumb and fingers Betty rolled them back and forth. Her lips now surrounded Chris' stiff, pulsating little organ. She sucked noisily as Chris thrust her hips up and moved wildly trying desperately to hold Betty to her ravenous cunt. With a sudden shrill cry Chris' body moved violently, her hands pulling at the dark hair of her lover as spasms of ecstasy swept through her.
Betty could feel the warm juices flowing from the passionate girl. Her lips and tongue continued to gently massage the still rigid clit and squeezing sucking cunt until with a sigh Chris dozed off.
Betty slid up on the bed until she lay next to the sleeping Chris. Taking her in her arms she held Chris close an quietly drifted off to sleep.
Streaks of light streamed through the windows when both women roused. Sitting up and stretching luxuriantly Chris said, "Time to get some breakfast."
Betty lying in a semi-recumbent position and looking at Chris' lean, supple body leered salaciously, "I think I have something I'd rather eat right here."
Chris laughed as she moved off the bed quickly eluding Betty's reaching arms and grasping hands.
"I think we've had enough for the while. I'm going to find some breakfast then go home and get into some clean clothes."
Betty sighed and sank back onto the bed as Chris her tiny, firm breasts jiggling walked briskly into the bath room carrying her jeans and sweater.
While Chris showered she mulled over her experiences of the previous night. She had never been restrained while making love before. She realized that she found it particularly stimulating and her multiple orgasms seemed more intense.
"I wonder what having a cock inside would feel like in that situation," she thought as she stood quietly under the warm shower spray. "Maybe tonight – I'll call Marilyn and see if she wants to go out."
After she finished showering and drying her hair she crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep. It was almost three in the afternoon when the soft chiming of her phone wakened her. It was Marilyn wanting to hear all the details of her evening in Encino.
"How about our going out this evening – especially to a place where we can find some men," Chris asked sleepily.
Marilyn laughed, "I guess you didn't exactly strike out but you didn't get your bases filled either did you?"
"You've got that right."
"OK. I know just the place. You have to come back to the Valley though – about five thirty. I live in Calabasas so let's start with a drink at the Inn and then start out head-hunting. Hey that's a great pun," Marilyn giggled.
"OK I'll be there – dressed how?"
"Slacks, nice blouse and pumps – where I'm going to take you is neither too dressy nor too informal."
Yawning Chris murmured, "I'll see you in a while." She replaced the phone, set her travel alarm and smiling with happy anticipation snuggled down for a little more sleep.