Later that evening we were chatting again, she looked around and led me upstairs. Not wishing to get caught I drifted off out the other door and back to the party. Again she acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I put my hand under her dress and had a feel of her legs.
I moved behind the wall and felt her arse cheek through her dress. There was this woman again, leant against a doorframe talking to people I couldn't see. I hadn't drunk too much and went to the kitchen to get a beer. It was getting late and couples were starting to leave.
It was a great party as far as I was concerned, there was a woman who had taken an interest in me and we had been flirting all evening. I didn't know him, but he was the host of the party I was at.
The sort of man who just takes what he wants.
