She could feel his bare skin against her back and could feel that he was fit but not a meathead. Point for him. It was kind of hot not knowing exactly...who was grinding up on her from behind, and she allowed herself to close her eyes and to raise her hands up as she swayed to the music, allowing the stranger to run his hands up and down her scantily clad body. She let her hands reach behind her head to feel the stranger's features. She felt his hair first; it felt a little shaggy, but clean.. As a compulsive masturbator and girl-worshipper I have no control in situations like these, when I’m seeing what I normally only see in my mags. A wanker can’t choose when he sees what he needs to see – it can only happen by accident or when a Goddess decides you can. I’m in a trance and Miss Michelle is putting on a real show with Her tight skimpy top, it doesn’t occur to me why She’s doing this, and I’m not repairing the copier. I can hear giggles and laughter but I’ve no idea where it’s. .we both get turned on by it and no one is getting hurt so let's just enjoy it when it happens.'With that and no further words spoken we take each others hand, Carrie leading me upstairs to our room. Carrie came up and started kissing me, unbuttoning shirt working her hands and lips all over my chest and neck. Fumbling, I undo my belt and jeans, my hard cock getting in the way. My jeans falling to the floor as Carrie's gown falls down meeting it.I lie back on the bed as Carrie drops to her. I am not a lesbian nor am I even openly bi. I've been bi curious for a while now, but have made no moves to actually pursue that course. I didn't notice the hostess approaching me as I lose myself in my thoughts, slightly jumping in surprise as she says "hi" to me. Not wanting to be rude I smile at her and say "hi, thank you for letting me come." She smiles back, but the smile hinting at a different thought from my words then what I intended. She offers to give me a tour of the house, and being.