Bachelor Party

I was getting married and my friends wanted to host a bachelor party in my honor. At first I had told them I didn't want a party, but as time went on I thought it sounded like a good time. It had been too long since we had all gotten together, so I was actually quite excited about the idea. My fianc? simply requested that there were no strippers at the party and my friends promised that there would not be any strippers. After that agreement the party planning was in full swing and all I knew was that the party would be at my friend Derek's house.

The night of the party finally arrived and because I didn't know for sure what was going on I made sure that I looked decent by taking a shower, shaving, and wearing my best pair of jeans and a polo shirt. My fianc? gave me a kiss and out the door I went. I figured we?d probably just hang out, shoot some pool, and drink too much. I really didn't expect anything grand, but when I pulled onto Derek's street there were cars as far as I could see. Apparently the guys had called every friend I had ever had from the time I was a child.

I walked up the front porch and friends started pouring out of the house to greet me and wish me luck on my upcoming wedding and marriage. The number of people coming out of the house was impressive; it was obvious that a lot of work had gone into making sure that all of my closest friends were there. I was honored to have all of these people come to a party just for me. I was impressed how many people had showed up. Everyone sort of followed me into the living room and I couldn't help but notice the beautiful girl sitting on the sofa. I thought it was strange that someone had brought their girlfriend, especially one this beautiful, to a bachelor party that was sure to get crazy with all of the testosterone in the place!

She stood up as Derek appeared through the crowd of people. ?Congratulations, man!? he said with a smile on his face and then motioned to the girl.

I scrunched up my face in confusion and said, ?Huh" unsure of exactly what was going on.

Derek laughed and motioned to the girl, ?This is Naomi.? When I didn't respond he said, ?This is your gift. She's an escort.?

I was sort of shocked because I thought that we had an agreement and now poor Naomi was in the middle of an awkward situation. Before I could say anything Derek said, ?Lacie said no strippers, and she's not a stripper, she's an escort.? At this I had to laugh and I extended my hand to her, ?Hi, I?m Darryl. It's good to meet you.? I cleared my throat, ?Don't think I don't think you?re beautiful, because you are, I was just surprised.? This was going to be my most interesting experience during my time in London, I was sure of that.

She shook her head, ?No offense taken. I get it all the time.?

I felt better then and it seemed the party really started after our meeting. She laced her arm through mine and though I felt a bit guilty about being so close to another woman just a week before my wedding I had to admit I liked the attention. I mingled with friends for hours and even played pool with Naomi and we were having a good time, better time than I thought I could ever have with an escort.

The party began to die down and a handful of us went and just sat around the pool sharing stories. We had our feet dangling in the water, and Naomi was still beside me, as affectionate as ever. I wasn't really sure how to respond, so I was affectionate right back, which my buddies were obviously enjoying.

My feet were turning into prunes as I sat with them dangling in the water so I got up and moved to a lounge chair that was beside the pool. Naomi and I were the only ones left around the pool as the others had gone to say goodbye to some of the other guests. As the others left Naomi kissed my hand and then kissed me on the lips. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the setting, or what but I kissed her back, and I kissed her back deeply.

In just a few seconds she had unsnapped my jeans and was unzipping my jeans. Before I realized it she was taking me into her mouth and I gripped the arms of the lounge chair in pleasure. She was moving quickly and was applying the right amount of pleasure in all of the right places. As I moved closer to climaxing I became less and less aware of how wrong the whole situation was and finally I climaxed and groaned in pleasure. I had my eyes closed tightly and I was gripping onto the arms of the lounge chair tighter than I had been earlier.

When I opened my eyes after climaxing she was getting up and straightening her clothes. I started to zip up my jeans and button them just as the guys came back out and joined us around the pool. I was sure that I looked guilty, but no one said anything and no one asked about it. For the remainder of the night Naomi continued to be very affectionate with me, and though it was very wrong I didn't stop the affection. No one every knew about that night with Naomi, and as far as my friends could tell my wife nothing ever happened, even though they had hired a London escort to befriend me just days before my wedding. To this day my brief encounter with Naomi remains a secret.

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