The Socialite MILF at a club (MILF threesomes) (fm:threesomes, 4667 words)

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I'm 27 years of age, single, happily so, no room for a relationship. You'll often see me out at an event on the arm of some suave and sophisticated guy; the theatre, ballet, a film premier, even a friend's party. If I like him, we'll fuck and that's it, on to the next event and a different guy. Take last Friday as an example:

A new club had opened in uptown Manhattan. I so wanted to go only I didn't want to be seen alone and so I called Alex, a close male friend, and asked him to be my escort.

Naturally, he jumped at the suggestion and said he'd pick me up outside my apartment in his limo at 8 pm.

When we arrived at the club, his driver opened my door. He held out his hand for me and I took a hold of it as I swung my legs out and stood up, saying, "Thank you," in gratitude for his help. I subsequently waited as he went around to Alex's side and opened his door; Alex then joining me and taking my arm before we made our way inside.

The music played at a reasonable level, enough that you could have a conversation at a normal distance, while the club itself was ideally full.

"I'll just go and get us some drinks. Your usual, Mimi?" Alex intoned, and I nodded, my eyes elsewhere at that moment.

Stood about 15 feet behind him and standing out from all the other men, was a young, curly-haired guy wearing a formal black two-piece suit, jacket open, and a white shirt with a bow tie. ‘Most unusual,' I thought as I aimed a warm welcome smile in his direction.

When he threw a smile back at me, I trembled inside from the sudden warmth I felt between my thighs and felt my nipples stiffen inside my black dress. ‘He's worth getting to know,' I considered as I waited for Alex to return with our drinks.

"Here you go, your ladyship," Alex's dulcet tone brought me out of my reverie of what I'd like young and gorgeous to do to me.

"Why thank you, kind sir," I said playfully.

Alex is a good friend and nothing more; however, the more I gazed at the stranger chatting to some people behind him the more I so wanted to get up close and intimate with him; my wisp of a thong all but damp with arousal against my smoothly shaved mound.

I took a sip of my Pina Colada, tasting the mix of coconut rum and pineapple juice as it slipped along my tongue and then warmed my insides.

"Alex. Who's that guy?" I said as I nodded in his direction.

"No idea. He looks formerly dressed, though. He could be the club's owner," he ventured a guess.

‘Really,' I thought to myself as I took a second sip of my drink and pondered what to do.

I was just about to take a third sip when young and sexy left the couple he was talking to and slowly made his way toward us.

"So, how are you enjoying yourselves?" he asked.

"I'm Clive. Clive Ingham," he introduced himself to us while his beautiful blue eyes were set on me. It made me quiver inside to be that close to him and I felt a certain vibe from him.

"I'm Mimi Roberts and this is Alex, a close friend," I mentioned.

"Happy to make your acquaintance, Mimi. Such an unusual name," Clive congratulated me before taking my right hand and kissing the back.

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Hook writes Thu 9 May 2024 17:43:

Quite the adventure! Well written Chris. Do you plan on any more series?

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