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 full breasts were a delight for my senses as I ran my hands over their smoothness, tasting their sweetness. The scent of Ada’s vanilla perfume teased me. Her nipples hardened as I continued to suck and pinch their tips. She pressed my face harder into her breasts forcing me to take more of them into my mouth. Her satin dress slid effortlessly up her thighs, revealing her black lace garter belt and panties. My hand found its way to the sopping dampness between her legs allowing my finger to slip into her drenched panties.

She moaned as it slid inside of her, working her body into a tortured frenzy. My lips left her breasts and she guided my head to her clit. I wrapped my mouth around it gently sucking and nibbling it to Ada’s moans of approval. My tongue explored the velvety folds before joining my fingers in her cunt. It dove inside her like a sinful serpent in search of its prey; determined and unrelenting it probed the sweet darkness of her inner walls. She pressed me deeper into her.

The more excited she became the more intense my own pleasure was becoming. I was on fire and the juices were creating a pooling dampness in my thong. Ada’s leg moved between mine, the tip of her shoe rubbed against my clit. The combination of pressure mixed with the stiffness of the leather nearly sent me over the edge. Without thinking, I dropped my trousers and removed her shoe, allowing her stocking foot to explore to soft moistness between my thighs. My hand rubbed my breasts through the course cotton ribbing of the tank top. My nipples sprang to erectness, aching with desire. I took my finger from the warmth of her body and slid it into my shirt. The nectar tingled as it encircled my nipple leaving me hungry for more.

Ada’s foot moved faster and harder between my loins. She toyed with her breasts, pinching the nipples and digging her nails into her own flesh, inflicting angry welts on her tender skin. Her excitement increased, driving my tongue to new depths in her honeyed walls. She shuddered as the pleasure overtook her, flooding my mouth with her sticky nectar and sending her foot into my clit with an erotic forcefulness. The pleasure pain was overwhelming. My euphoria was fed by the intensity of hers and when I could hold back no more I came. The more of her juices I drank the more of mine seeped into my pants.

The rush of the moment left me weak and I rested my head on her stomach to catch my breath.

“We better get back out there before our friends realize we’re gone,” Ada said.

“You’re right, but we better check each other’s appearance before we go or it will be obvious anyway.”

We laughed at the though of one of us walking out the door disheveled and announcing without words what we had been doing. We hurriedly composed ourselves and stepped back out into the throng of guests as if we had never left the party.