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TnA Tuesday: Cow something something Moon
🕑 Added 2017-12-31 09:21:04 +0000 UTC Patra looked stunning in her deep blue New Year Party dress. She had commissioned it from a seamstress friend to make sure it would absolutely fit her perfectly. And it did; it supported what it needed, it clung where it was essential and the long split skirt had a satisfying hang and swish to it. There was an eye-catching shimmer to the material that made her want to sashay everywhere, ensuring maximum illumination.The open back was quite bold - she was used to exposing her thighs and midriff, and certainly her cleavage - she had not previously regarded the back to be a particularly sexy physical feature until she learned of a Silver Screen starlet who had been famous for it. Research showed that indeed, fans of bare shoulders, necks and lumbuses still existed, and she just had to experience this aspect of glamour and appeal she'd never considered before. She had expected to feel vulnerable; instead she felt venturous. More so than usual.
Her guests didn't notice or comment right away, after all, it's a bit difficult to gauge what opinion someone has formed the moment you've turned and stepped away, but as she mingled and returned to previously greeted party-goers, she received a handful of comments and compliments about it. This pleased her greatly. She didn't need the affirmation but it tickled her to discover new avenues of desire and interest.
Patra had certainly noticed a pair of longing eyes following her the moment they arrived. A fan perhaps? Someone's plus one? Certainly not someone she had met before, but that wasn't too unusual for this kind of party. She flirted sincerely, getting a good feel for her admirer. There was a nervousness that slowly melted away to goofy quips, corny compliments and polite discussions about traffic, the benefits of walking and whether adding ketchup to aioli was a culinary travesty or just delicious.
As the evening continued the party's more sexual nature began to emerge. Guests slowly started disappearing into unoccupied (or sometimes occupied) rooms, while others continued to mingle though became bereft of shoes, shirts, skirts, trousers... some completely nude. A bold handful didn't bother to seek out a room, opting for the comfortable and serviceable settees, chaises and cabrioles. Others chose to return to their own rooms.
The main room was still too crowded for Patra's carnal tastes - folks continued to talk politely among themselves or simply admire the varying displays of physical intimacy - and her dress was feeling quite warm... why not step onto the less crowded terrace, get comfortable on the generously cushioned canopied bench, sip some chilled champagne, admire the full moon and slip out of these restrictive garments.
Patra unhooked the clasp that kept her dress in place and it immediately, with a small shrug of her shoulders, rippled down her body, pooling neatly around her feet.
She blew an inviting kiss. Perhaps not, necessarily, in the listed order.
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I figure Patra was throwing a Speaker/Panelist sex party as part of an Adult Lifestyle Convention somewhere warm enough to facilitate terrace-based make-outs. Undoubtedly Louella is present, since they love sharing panels and gatherings.
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Seth T
Oh my goodness this story is most wonderful...I love the title first and foremost, but then the bit about ketchup and aioli had me on the floor. I really love the details about her. And it goes without saying that Patra is friggin' gorgeous.
