We had been invited to a cocktail party at the Croydon Park Hotel in south London as the guests of one of my husband’s clients who were celebrating his fortieth birthday.
I wore the favoured ‘little black dress’ for the occasion, a black velvet cocktail dress, very figure hugging and sexy, but sophisticated enough for a semi-formal party. It was open backed and held on with a thin satin lace, criss-crossing all the way up from my lower spine, at the front it was also cut low but under-wired, enhancing my breasts and giving me an impressive cleavage. The dress was quite short, reaching to about mid thigh, and underneath it I wore nothing but a black suspender belt, stockings and a pretty crouch-less butterfly thong, on my feet a pair of black stiletto-heeled shoes.
The host had invited about one hundred and fifty guests and although we did not know any of them at the time the atmosphere was lively and quite friendly so we soon got chatting with various people.
At about 9pm a disco arrived and before long the lights dimmed, the disco started to pump out its music and the party began to warm up as people took to the dance floor. The drinks were flowing thick and fast and I was really enjoying myself laughing and dancing with a small circle of friends Kevin and I had made.
At about 11pm I was left alone momentarily as Debbie, one of the women I was talking with got whisked off to the dance floor.
It was then that this huge guy approached me. He was about 6’2″ tall and built like Arnold Schwarzenegger! He had a massive chest and his muscular arms looked formidable, he had short-cropped brown hair and although he was not what you would call stunningly good-looking, he had nice eyes and a strong face with an easy-going, if slightly roguish expression. He looked me up and down slowly as he walked up to me and then cutting no ice he abruptly said.
“Hello luv, are you up for it tonight then?”
I was stunned into silence for a moment at his unexpected words!
“I’m sorry?” I replied somewhat indignantly and not quite sure if I had heard him correctly.
“I’ve seen you at that swingers club over in Forest Gate.” He pressed on, “I know it’s you coz I stood and watched you get licked out by some bird in front of everyone! You were spread-eagled against the wall and she went down on you for about half an hour while that bloke you’re with tonight sucked on your tits! Granted I was not looking at your face that much but I know for a fact that it was you.”
Oh my God! It was true! He had described exactly what had happened to me three weeks earlier in a fetish club I had visited with my husband and girlfriend. My girlfriend Tracey had decided to have some fun with me, and this guy had obviously witnessed the whole thing!
I could feel my face going bright red as his words rapidly sunk in!
“I’m sorry,” I stammered, obviously looking completely guilty, “but you must have got the wrong person.”
“Oh come off it luv, I know it was you!” He paused and his voice took on a reassuring tone. “Look, I won’t say anything to anyone, I just wondered if you fancied getting together later that’s all? Bring your bloke along if you like, I don’t mind.”
I stuck to my guns repeating that I wasn’t the person he thought I was, and with that I turned away as indignantly as I could trying to hide my further embarrassment.
I heard him say, “Oh well! It’s your loss!” over my shoulder, as he walked back to his friends.
Kevin had seen my face as the guy was talking to me and came over to ask if I was okay. I told him all that the man had said and Kevin asked me what I felt about it. I answered that I was caught off guard and a bit taken-aback initially, but I was not really bothered about it now that the shock had worn off.
“What did you think of him?” he asked.
“I don’t really know?” I replied honestly. “I was so surprised that I didn’t really think anything about him at the time… He was pretty big though,” I mused, “I felt absolutely tiny while he was leaning down to talk to me.”
As I said that Debbie returned and grabbed my arm and I went off to dance with the girls, putting it out of my mind.