1. Met Gala

    Date: 1/9/2018, Categories: Fantasy Consensual Sex Author: horny fox, Source: sexstories.com

    The Met Gala, formally called the Costume Institute Gala and also known as the Met Ball, is an annual fundraising gala for the benefit of the Metropolitan Museum of Art's Costume Institute in New York City. It marks the grand opening of the Costume Institute's annual fashion exhibit. Ignoring the menacing stares from the host, hosting the Grand Gala Ball, the most prestigious and, quite frankly, snooty event of the year, I thought. " The bar is inside and to the right, the buffet table directly at the back. The seating is assigned, but you can sit at the head table with us, we'll just pull up an extra chair." I then reached out and shook the hands of each man as he bowed his head to each of the men's wives. "Thank you, I look forward to an enjoyable evening," he said as he turned to walk into the dining area. Heading toward the bar, he glanced back and noticed the three women still watching him as their husbands were checking the invitations of a short line of guests. He looked back to the bartender and asked for a glass of red wine. Taking a quick sip, Jonathan nodded watching as the bartender finished pouring. He then moved toward the head table, milling about, waiting for the host to find an appropriate place for me. Looking over the settings at the head table Jonathan moved down the length of the table reading each place card. Letting his eyes roll over the sweeping curves of the calligraphy I read Kelly Choi and looked up to see her greeting the guests. I recalled her biography; Korean former model, 5' 10" tall, a New York television personality. She is 40 and never married. MY eyes had been drawn from her name tag over to the cleavage her low cut gown had exposed. At the time her eyes had focused on the bulge in my pants, so I could linger, enjoying the impression her nipples made in the nearly sheer fabric. It is her breasts that encouraged the quick erection I got while meeting her. Noticing a slight commotion I figured the last of the guests arrived and I'm waiting patiently as a waiter moved over to me, asking if I needed anything else to drink. Before I could answer, Kelly slipped up behind me with several waiters and barked out several orders to rearrange the settings. When dinner is served a few minutes later, I found myself seated beside Kelly. During the meal and then the speeches I could feel a tension surrounding everyone at the head table, it wasn't anything obvious, perhaps a bit of innuendo in conversation followed by uncomfortable pauses and then almost giggly frivolity. It was only when the dinner guests moved into the grand ballroom that I came to understand the tension. Before I can move into the ballroom I'm headed off by Kelly who shyly asked me to step off to the side and talk with her. " This is a bit uncomfortable, but as you know you never really had an invitation and the rest of the guests paid as much as thirty thousand dollars to attend this event. Now, I don't expect you to produce the invitation or pay that ...