Party....

Few pleasantries were exchanged,I learned Sadjyah was her actual name. The overdressed man name Mason was very warm in his tone. Upon closer inspection I realize that he really took interest in Sadjyah. His smile showed perfectly aligned white teeth, I guess he was real happy with what he saw. It was perfect timing for my escape. “Hey, Caitlyn. I’ll see you later!” with that I smiled and waved as I dashed towards the exit. The sudden change in the atmosphere calmed me….knowing I was out meant I was free. Several weeks passed and once again there’s the itch…Nervous about my first clothing optional party, I wondered if wearing jewelry would be enough of a distraction. I decided to wear a black see through lace lingerie . It gives the illusion of being sexy while maintaining some level of comfort. I arrived an hour later than planned secretly hoping that the tray of peach cobbler, would make up for my tardiness. Imagine grandma’s pie at a clothing optional party. Eh, she has done worse. Carrying the cobbler, Caitlyn whispered “So far the turn out is pretty good and it's just nine. I saw a couple of available men. This might be your night.” Now what needs to be understood is that Caitlyn has a tendency to believe that any man that walks and breath on his own is a good candidate. Annoyed I respond, “We forget to easily, remember Lorenze.” “Oh come on, you're being too picky.” “He drooled on himself.” “No, he just breathed with his mouth open.” “Oh yeah! He just occasionally sucked on the pool of saliva at the side of his mouth, whenever he regained consciousness.” “Stop it. You’re being mean.” Frowning she stuck out the lower lip, pouting at me. I just smiled. “Go give Mick your coat and mingle,damn it.” Standing at the edge of the appetizer table. I had a vantage view of most of the venue. Standing at the other side of the table was Sadjyah. For goodness sake I couldn't help but notice there is a whole lot of woman in that silver and red mesh body suit. I change my mind about taking in another stuffed mushroom. I secretly wanted her to turn around so I could see if there was more than the mesh fabric between her legs. To my disappointment she’s all woman, but I’m still considering otherwise. Our eyes met, she smiled I am sure I mustered something that resembled a smile. She took the invitation and walked over . "Hey!" "Hello." Scanning her bodacious body. She tugs against folds of the mesh fabric, as she examines her breast. I could tell she picked up on my intense gaze. "This old thing was the only outfit I could pull out, I gained weight since my surgery and nothing else fits." Placing hands on her hips, emphasizing the point. I thought to myself...that was kind of personal. I was also wrestling with the fact that she looked damn good for someone who added a few pounds. I looked around the place spotted an available spot on the coach. "Hey you want to sit?" At the end of the curved sofa, sat a well dressed man. I couldn't make out who it was, under the shadow of where the light casted, made it difficult to see the details of his face. I noticed that he was fully clothed which kind of made things all the more awkward for me. His brown jacket, complimented by his crisp blue denim jeans clearly stated he was a man that is always formal even in the most casual gathering. The cuff of the pants grazed the tongue of his well structured sneaker boots. His relaxed posture indicated that he might have been there for awhile. His head hidden in the shadows the outline of light is the only way I could see his head motioning our direction. It was Mason, he nodded we both waved hello. Well I did, Sadjyah took the opportunity to wave him over to us.

"We have met before? Haven't we?"

"Yeah, I think it was a couple of weeks ago, at WildHowlsRevenge  munch. How are you doing?"

"Great."

"Hey, I remember you."  His eyes directed towards me with, his eyes rolled up and down accessing me.  "Forgive me though your name escapes me..." his reflex kicking in, his hand automatically extended out.

"It's Anomie, nice to see you again."  shaking his hand.  . His hands was beyond firm it was a perfect balance of flesh and concrete. Grasping it, I had no clue how compact it was. I could feel every muscle and  vein that wrapped around mine in that moment.

"You both look beautiful.", looking at S, while still holding my hand. We both expressed our thanks, while I allowed my hand to go completely limp and pulled away.  

The frame of his head had unique qualities, the wide structure held detailed muscular facial features.   His brow bone jutted out under thick mounds of hairs.  His high cheek bones curved outwards forming a sharp edge, it was hard to focus on his words at times he looked like an overdeveloped child and other times he looked like the missing link from the evolutionary scale.  

What struck me was his mannerism. So careful was his words, seemingly rehearsed even calculated. Intelligence showed in every aspect of his demeanor.  He look like when he wanted something he knew how to get it.  I didn't find it at all surprising when he revealed he is a practicing lawyer.  

Sadjyah ears perked up, "Wow, that's impressive."  

"It gets a little tedious from time to time, but working with other companies settling litigation can sometime be interesting."

"Sorry for my ignorance, but what is a contract lawyer?"

"Well, basically my specialty is in drafting, reviewing and enforcing contracts on behalf of my clients in legal cases on a contract basis.  

"Oh,great."  Truth of the matter everything he stated went over my head.  I wasn't going to press for anymore information.  

"So what brings you here?"  Sadjyah, arm now heavily resting on my shoulder.  Damn, that girl looks thirsty.  Once, again I feel like the third wheel in this conversation and when the hell did I become the wing woman.  

I looked straight at her. "What?"  
"Ugh, nothing."  She relaxed herself slowly pulling away.

"It's alright." His smile can really do some damage, for all the question marks I have about whether or not he could be considered attractive. He had this amazing smile.

"I need some time off from the everyday bullshit. I am looking for a place to let go."

"Good place to start." I muttered.

"I thought so." His smile grew even wider across his face.  I can now see the sharp K-9 gleamed under the lights.  His gaze turned into a strong glare, his eyes directed right at my nipples. Made me all to aware of my nudity.  I no longer felt as safe or casual about my outfit as before and I loved it.  

His eyes danced over Sadjyah face,  "What do you do?"

"I work as a nurse at a Rehab Center it can be very depressing after awhile."

"You?"  Lifting a blunt finger in my direction.

"Office Assistant."

"You make that sound official."  His laughter caused me to smile.

"Well, why lie?"

"Nah, baby you work for a living.  That's always official to me."   His subtle ways of flirting, is commendable.

A couple decided to sit at the end of the couch.  Sadjyah, looked over and whispered to me," I'm going in."  

Going in for what?...looking confused. "Huh?"

She whispered "follow me."

"Hey want to go somewhere more private?"

My face never allowed for any confusion to be missed.  It must of spelt lost all over it because he just looked and held his hand out to me. We walked into a dark corner near a sling stand.

Sadjyah, leans against a wall, not sure as to where we are going with this she lifted her leg exposing her crotch.  She grabbed my hand placing under her elevated leg for support.

"I always thought it was pretty, but you tell me what you think."  Before I could make a move/object.

"Well let me see."  He carefully removed his jacket got down on his knees and sniffed.  

"You're not looking."

"Your right."  He placed his hands on the ground allowing him full access/focus to her pussy.

It's in that moment I realize that there is a dynamic being played out here and I don't like where I stand.  

"It's beautiful, and smells amazing."

He stands up facing her, gently took her leg from me and guided it back down, without warning he took my hand and pushed me against the wall. Slowly returns back down on his knees and placed his nose against my crotch.  

"Please forgive me I was too curious."

With that being said I shoved my crotch against his face, he grabbed my ass grinding his nose hard against my cleft. The thin fabric formed no real barrier, just caused more frustration on my part.
"Ah Anomi, your pussy smells wonderful."  I smiled.
"I know."

The sexual tension grew thick among us.  But for the first time Sadjyah played safe.  

"How about the bar?"

"Eh, it's getting late."  Adjusting the jacket along his arm.

"But, how about Nella's meeting at Jake's Dinner?"

"Next meetup?  " I was stunned maybe it was because I was horny, but I wanted so much more from this encounter.

"Yeah, I know.  I'll be there."

"How about you dear?"  His eyes held mine.

"Definitely."

"Good, on that note ladies, until next time." He kissed both our hands.

Sadjyah and I spoke the rest of the night.  We were way too excited  for the next munch.

When your vision comes to life....

No words are needed for these drawings,  they tell there own story....it's funny when I first started to draw my dream relationship.  I never knew that one drawing will somehow relate to another it's in looking at them as a collection I realized that I was creating a story more importantly a vision for my future.  

To some it may seem foolish even juvenile, but I believe that in focusing in what makes you happy it's an opportunity you are creating for yourself. If life can offer you so much why not make a request?

Random pics for future stories...

Initial Munch

I usually find myself drifting from one event to another hoping to make a connection, but always walking away with empty promises or superficial interactions that lead nowhere.  I recall meeting Sadjyah at one of those gatherings called munches.  She was sitting in a corner at a huge table filled with polite strangers.  Sadjyah liked to play it coy and discreet but  it was damn near impossible to ignore her.  Her height alone made her a target for unwanted attention.  

Sadjyah was a unique blend of erotic and amazon.  Her demeanor was very graceful without being forceful.  Thick brows carefully drawn on her elongated face, sharp angular cheekbones stood out under her slanted brown eyes.  Residue of lipstick stained her full luscious lips.  She was extraordinarily striking, and I think she knew this. Her hair slicked back into a tight ponytail gave her a severe appearance.

The painted smile on her face showed a level of discomfort, after awhile she  grew weary and the once pleasant smile now turned into a cautious smirk.  I can see the vulture's carefully placing themselves around her, when it was assumed she wasn't looking.

I usually go to these events as a means to keep myself busy.  Sometimes I am awarded with  a sense of self imposed accomplishment, this makes me feel like I have done something special or even important.  

This was one of the many munches, after a while of doing this you realize not one is better than the last.  I just stick myself in a corner and try to look interested.  I find myself in a few frivolous exchanges varying from individual experiences to commenting on the weather.  The only thing there that held my interest was the thick juicy burger complemented with spicy wings.   The food alone made the awkwardness worth it.  

After babysitting my cup of soda, exhausted from the typical dead end conversations.  I decided it was time to go.  Making my exit, I looked around the restaurant for the hostess.

My eyes briefly encountered a professional man. His attire was far from casual, the two piece navy suit with a grey dress shirt set him apart from the rest. His checkered print tie, the colors of burgundy, navy, grey and pink uniformly repeat as it descend throughout the neck piece.   The pattern was interesting for such a formal attire.

Hand tucked in one pocket a cocktail in the other, he walked around the bar.  Every once in awhile I see him chatting away with a member which to me was strange.  I have never seen him before but he seems to be friendly with the veterans of the group. I watched him in the midst of my attempt to pin down Caitlyn. I briefly analyze his behavior, strut, smile, laugh ..... I realized he was a lot shorter than I first observed.   His blazer now open was pulled back and pinned against him revealing his rounded abdomen.  I am not sure why, and maybe it's the fact that I am a big girl myself. I found it add some quality to his character.  The pudge didn't detract anything from him.  As he made his way around I start to mentally chant my NO MOVE ON!  NOT ME! Mantra.

Desperately seeking out Caitlyn, eyes finally pinning it's intended mark.  Caitlyn, smiled walking towards me in the midst of her salvation run she just had to stop and speak to the overdressed stranger,they hugged.  How convenient they know each other, she grasped his hand and continued her journey approaching me.  AW, Crap! Another fifteen minutes of awkward conversation.  I was just making my way out.  I politely smiled.  "Anomi, this is M.", we shook hands.  "Hi, nice to meet you."  His voice sounds a lot younger than his persona.

A finger appeared over Caitlyn shoulder, it was Sadjyah letting her know she is on her way out.

"NOT, Yet!!!"  Caitlyn is something else.

“Hey folks this is Sadjyah” I thought that was her nickname on the site.  She introduced us all again.

Then she asked the damn question.

“So who is not going to my party?”  

M replied, “ I might be late but I definitely will be there.”

Sadjyah made a face.  

“Oh, no you don't your coming and so are you Anomi.  It's going to be awesome.I would hate to think anyone would miss my annual bash.” I looked the other direction, I didn't remember making any promises.  

She poked me on the side. " A, you’re going!"  Imagine me in the middle of strangers but ass naked.  I know I have stated that it was an adventure I would one day pursue but damn.