Cocktail Party

 Jane found her fathers business cocktail party a bore. The only redeeming things in her mind was her sexy new black dress, and the abundance of cocktails to drink. Jane was a bit tipsy when she excluded herself to use the restroom, “Esscuuse me, i'm juzz gonna gow powder my nose.  I'll be ride back.” No one noticed or cared. Except for Brad, the 18 year old, small for his age son of Jane’s dad’s associate. Too young to drink, he was not part of the party, and supposed to stay in his room.

Of course, Brad didn’t stay in his room-he snuck down stairs to watch the sexy women get drunk. He was especially drawn to Jane-The closest to his own age, and drinking the most, Brad quickly focused his attention to Jane. Knowing the only bathroom was up stairs, he quickly moved so he could watch her. 

Brad expected her to stumble her way to the stairs, but instead, she went to the coat closet and grabbed what looked like a compact from her purse. Then she made her way unsteadily up the stairs, unaware of her young admirer. 

Brad watched her, and then followed her upstairs a safe distance behind. Jane entered the bathroom and closed the door. Brad peered through the keyhole. First, Jane sat her glass on the counter. Then she hiked up her dress, pulled down her thong, and plopped on the commode and peed. Brad watched in awe. After she dried herself, she replaced her thong and straightened her dress. Brad was ready to leave, when Jane took the compact, sat it on the counter, and pulled out a bag of white powder, and then cut two lines. Cocaine! Brad realized. He watched as she snorted the two lines, literally pondering her nose. Then she knocked back her drink. And started towards the door once she closed her compact.

At this point, Brad made a hasty retreat down the stairs.  In the short time it took Jane to get down the stairs, the booze and coke assaulted her already diminished sobriety. 

When she reached the bottom step, she was pretty out of it. She looked like she might fall at any moment, so Brad rushed forward to her. His haste, and her insobriety resulted in his face pressed into her breasts. 

Brad was in heaven, and froze. Jane took a bit to figure out what was going on. At the same time she realized that someone was holding her, Brad pulled back and looked up at her face. Brad was unable to form a sentence, and Jane spoke first. “High.  Yer hannsome, whoo arr yoo. ?” She asked.

Brad crooked out, “B.Brad.” Not seeing any reckinition on her intoxicated face, he added “Your dad's associate's son.”

“Cool” she said, just as her right tit fell out of her dress. Brad staired, eyes like saucers. Jane, not yet aware of this, stood swaying, and soon swayed forward, her tit colliding with Brad's open mouth. Brad instinctively started to suck her breast. Janed dropped her compact, and held Brad to her breast. 

She closed her eyes, and thought to herself, “THIS party isn't so bad,” and enjoyed her intoxication and Brads sucking on her breast.

He wasn’t her boyfreind Dick, but he had a dick, and Jane was wasted, and thus horny.

“Less gow summwhere more privade.  C'n yoo ged me 'nuzzer coggtail t' zzrink?” Jane asked.

“I’ll try,” Brad said as he pulled away from her breast and pulled her dress back up. “Stay here.”

“Yoo got it ssud,” Jane encouraged him. Carefully, Brad looked into the living room. Too many people. Then he looked into the kitchen. There were a number of bottles on the table. He quickly grabbed a bottle of rum, gin and a couple of cokes. Nervously he snuck back to Jane. 

Brad made it back without anyone noticing him. The short time he was away had allowed the coke to further assault her, and she was now sitting on the bottom step, her legs apart, her thong visible. 

“Whad'd yoo ged me?” Jane asked. 

“I've got rum and coke or gin and coke,” Brad told her.

“Ummmm, verry gooond, butsha c'n skip the coke,” she told him as she grabbed the gin. She opened it at took a drink, then told brad, “Helb me upp ann less gow summwhere privade.”

Brad grabbed the compact and  extended his arm, and she pulled herself up. She tried to let go, but started to fall. “Im a li'l zzzrunk, id benner hold onno yoo,” she said as she wrapped her arm around him. “Oh, yer verry ssrong, i c'n feel yer mussles,” she complimented him before they made their way slowly up the stairs.

Brad carefully led her back to his room. Along the way, Jane siped gin from the bottle. When they reached his room, he sat the bottles down. Then he closed and locked the door. Then Brad watched in aw as Jane chugged the last of the gin.

She was very unstable as he pulled her tits out and led her to the bed. He sat on the bed and began to play with her breasts again, holding her to keep her from falling.

Brad then laid her on the bed. The gin and cocaine had her wasted now, to the point she only moaned in pleasure. He slipped her panties off, and hiked her dress up, and began to lick her pussy from behind.

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