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Jazz music played at top volume while people tried their best to dance the Charleston. It looked like a scene from a Chicago speakeasy. The party was a success. It was a soiree set up for Ada’s, my partner of six years, birthday and I had decided to make it memorable by having a roaring twenties theme. All of our friends had gone to great lengths in finding costumes. There were men in pinstripe suits and the women donned the flapper fashions of the era. I watched as Ada circulated the room, making small talk with the guests. I had been more than happy to throw her a party, but I could barely contain the impulse to drag her away and have her to myself. Our neighbors, the Watsons, were talking with me about how much they loved the party and enjoyed the atmosphere, but I only heard bits and pieces of what they were saying. I was too busy watching Ada move through the sea of people, the red satin dress’ fringe hem playfully flitting about as she walked. With each step, I could see the tops of her stockings and a hint of her garter straps. She was wearing a short black wig cut in a bob. It framed her face perfectly, setting off the ruby red lipstick she had chosen to match her dress. My outfit wasn’t as glamorous, but it had personality. I had decided on a white tank with black trousers and suspenders, but what made my look was the little black bowler hat I wore cocked to one side. I felt dashing, and by the way Ada would glance at me from across the room, I could tell she agreed. She moved towards the kitchen with an empty cheese tray and I followed. Ada glided through the swinging door with me behind her. We were alone in the room. “Why don’t we slip away for a moment?” My words were barely more than a husky whisper as I clutched her waist from behind. Her scent was like delicate fingers touching me in the most sensuous of places. I could feel my excitement turning to a physical moistness. “What about our guests? That would be rude.” “We won’t be gone long.” I nuzzled her exposed neck, gently nibbling her silky flesh. She moaned and pressed her body into mine, her round buttocks pressing into my hips. I knew she would surrender to my advances despite the partygoers that were there in her honor. I took her hand and led her through the kitchen to the empty dinning room. Before the party, we had locked the door to this part of the house because we didn’t want any inebriated merry makers breaking the antique table or our heirloom china. We have this area all to ourselves, I thought to myself as I locked the door behind us. I didn’t want any interruptions. “You look so sexy in your costume,” Ada cooed. She tugged at my suspenders, her nails circling my nipples as she pulled me close to her. In one quick movement, she tossed my bowler hat to the floor. Our lips pressed together in a heated kiss while we moved towards the table. She sat on the edge, spreading her legs to give me access to her body. Needing to feel her carnal heat, I pressed myself into the moist warmth between her thighs. Her tongue moved wickedly in my mouth and I thought I would lose myself in our kiss. My body ached with need. I pulled the straps of her dress down. Her |
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Ada's Birthday
