Winter White Party...
Below is a brief story we
received from one of our friends.
Scott and his wife have attended
a few of our events over the past
year. Since their first one he
has taken to writing out his
experiences and sharing them
with us all.
This piece describes some of
their experiences in Park City,
Utah.
His previous story can be found
by <clicking here>.
received from one of our friends.
Scott and his wife have attended
a few of our events over the past
year. Since their first one he
has taken to writing out his
experiences and sharing them
with us all.
This piece describes some of
their experiences in Park City,
Utah.
His previous story can be found
by <clicking here>.
Nestled behind a grove of mature pine trees and several feet of Utah’s famous champagne powder snowpack
George’s party venue was secluded enough to cause even two locals armed with a GPS navigator to pause and ask
for directions. The sun had long disappeared behind the towering peaks of the majestic Wasatch Mountains, once
home of the 2002 Olympic Games. The moon darted in and out behind a fading storm front that had earlier dusted
the area with an additional inch or two of powder. Each ray of light that pierced the crisp night air made the billions of
new snow crystals sparkle like miniature sapphires. Driving along the circular drive that initiated our arrival at one of
Utah’s hottest spots the ice that coated our path crunched beneath our tires and announced our arrival to the
awaiting valet. As the young man opened my door and greeted us with a “welcome to Park City” at that moment it
dawned on us… my time flies although it seems like just a short time ago it has been a whole year since our last
trip to Park City and George’s “Ski Bunny” party. The “Ski Bunny” party was a new experience for us and really
stretched our comfort zone because it signified our first lifestyles social gathering. A year later, with two of George’s
events notched on our belts our previous nervous anticipation of the unknown had been replaced with… shall we
say… anticipation?
George is a master of pulling off the best parties ever but we couldn’t help but think,
“How could this party even come close to matching last year’s event or the “Western Classic” we attended in New
York”? The limo ride and subsequent “Snow Bunny” party was beyond any erotic stories you read about in
Penthouse Forum and at the “Western Classic” we partied with a porn star and our buffet table was decorated with
the hottest, and sexiest centerpiece you could ever imagine. Now that the “Winter White” event, our third party, is
behind us we have come to some conclusions about George’s events. First, be ready for some fun; second, be
ready to meet some hot people; third, be ready for the unexpected; and fourth, be prepared to experience erotic
stories other people only dream about.
Now for the skinny or should I say “naked truth” about the “Winter White” event. The great thing about one of George’s
parties is that even the pregame ritual is exciting. What should I wear, does this outfit make my butt look fat, or
should I shave or go natural are just a few of the questions that add spice to the preparation that goes into each
event. Needless to say opportunities to search for that perfect, sexy, and classy little outfit do not come around often,
especially when you live in the most conservative state ever know to mankind. Beyond the outfit there is the other
aspect of what you display when your threads are scattered across a bedroom floor. What better incentive to hit the
gym or buy the latest Susan Summers butt busters DVD?
Yes, once again the evening on a spectacular event was coming to and end an we found ourselves fumbling across
the floor searching for the perfect outfit and articles of bling that were spume across the room. From the look of
things once the dim lights were brightened up a bit you would have thought a tornado had roared through town and
relocated a Victoria’s Secret, Sacs Fifth Avenue and Nordstrom’s inventory on the furniture and floor of the master
bedroom. With just enough clothing on to keep out of jail we made our way down the hall and into the comforts of
our own suite. With a flick of a button a fireplace located a few feet from our bed came to life and started to work its
magic on the chilled mountain air, orange flickers of light illuminated a bed that awaited us, but not for sleep. Sexual
energy was still pulsing through our bodies making even the thought of sleep a distant consideration. Who knows
what time it was, we sure didn’t and as we started to relive our adventure it didn’t really matter because the night was
far from over. Lying under the plush down comforter there was nothing more between us than the scent of a fine
perfume. The first question asked was “wow, that was incredible what was your favorite part”? “All of it was the
response”.
The evening had begun fairly slowly. Instead of being fashionably late or what we refer to as “Standard Utah Time”
we make it a point to be on time to events we are invited too. Arriving early this particular night had its perks because
it provided some opportunity to meet Marie, another friend of George’s who traveled from the northeast to attend the
festivity. She was so sweet and genuinely excited to show off the spacious setting that would serve as this night’s
playground. Decked out in a gorgeous “ take me and fuck me now” dress that accented her lovely body, which we
later discovered was firm and soft in all the right places, she guided towards one of the twin master bedrooms.
Nonverbal communication between us was clear that we both hoped Marie would be on tonight’s menu; Lucky for us
she indeed was.
Next on the welcoming committee was Ann and George decked out in their own white attire. Over the next few hours’
guests from all areas of the country and all walks of life trickled in. The best thing about –g’s parties (as his friends
know him) is that good looking and sexy people are attracted to them and tonight was no exception. Dam, we don’t
know how he does it but the crowd was smoking hot and dressed even hotter. Mixed in the crowd was a redheaded
vixen from Maine with cleavage that would make any man’s heart skip a few beats and her athletic mate that made
the ladies display a few “slippery when wet signs”. Miami, Boston, New York and California were also well
represented with some spice right off the rack. Add in a few locals, one who was dressed in nothing more than a
sheer Victoria’s Secret “eye popper” and all of the ingredients were in place for a tasty evening.
Dancing, spirits, and some more spirits slowly warmed the evening’s erotic temperature. Our play began with a
formal request from Ann, “you two are being summoned to the master bedroom”. “Oh my” we both thought “what’s
going on down the hall”? As we entered the room we quickly discovered that the real party had begun in the most
spectacular way… position on the bed in front of us were six of the most delightful female figures dressed only with
seductive smiles. “ We have been waiting for you two” was all the invitation we needed to join in. Soon there were
seven naked women exploring bodily sensations as they shared passion. Positioned around the bed were the male
halves of each couple some dressed and a few still fully clothed but each sharing a common thought… “Oh my god
what a turn on”. At the suggestion of Marie, our new friend, and now our playmate, we began to play as a couple.
What began as simple touching and kissing escalated to full blown energy between three people. “ I want you to do
me hard from behind as I pleasure your wife” was a request from our little hottie that eventually cause a climax
between three people that most certainly heard from the house across the street. As we progressed in our moment
similar echoes of exhilaration announced the success of the evening and once again the overwhelming success of
another one of George’s parties.
(We can’t wait for the next one.)
S. & C.
George’s party venue was secluded enough to cause even two locals armed with a GPS navigator to pause and ask
for directions. The sun had long disappeared behind the towering peaks of the majestic Wasatch Mountains, once
home of the 2002 Olympic Games. The moon darted in and out behind a fading storm front that had earlier dusted
the area with an additional inch or two of powder. Each ray of light that pierced the crisp night air made the billions of
new snow crystals sparkle like miniature sapphires. Driving along the circular drive that initiated our arrival at one of
Utah’s hottest spots the ice that coated our path crunched beneath our tires and announced our arrival to the
awaiting valet. As the young man opened my door and greeted us with a “welcome to Park City” at that moment it
dawned on us… my time flies although it seems like just a short time ago it has been a whole year since our last
trip to Park City and George’s “Ski Bunny” party. The “Ski Bunny” party was a new experience for us and really
stretched our comfort zone because it signified our first lifestyles social gathering. A year later, with two of George’s
events notched on our belts our previous nervous anticipation of the unknown had been replaced with… shall we
say… anticipation?
George is a master of pulling off the best parties ever but we couldn’t help but think,
“How could this party even come close to matching last year’s event or the “Western Classic” we attended in New
York”? The limo ride and subsequent “Snow Bunny” party was beyond any erotic stories you read about in
Penthouse Forum and at the “Western Classic” we partied with a porn star and our buffet table was decorated with
the hottest, and sexiest centerpiece you could ever imagine. Now that the “Winter White” event, our third party, is
behind us we have come to some conclusions about George’s events. First, be ready for some fun; second, be
ready to meet some hot people; third, be ready for the unexpected; and fourth, be prepared to experience erotic
stories other people only dream about.
Now for the skinny or should I say “naked truth” about the “Winter White” event. The great thing about one of George’s
parties is that even the pregame ritual is exciting. What should I wear, does this outfit make my butt look fat, or
should I shave or go natural are just a few of the questions that add spice to the preparation that goes into each
event. Needless to say opportunities to search for that perfect, sexy, and classy little outfit do not come around often,
especially when you live in the most conservative state ever know to mankind. Beyond the outfit there is the other
aspect of what you display when your threads are scattered across a bedroom floor. What better incentive to hit the
gym or buy the latest Susan Summers butt busters DVD?
Yes, once again the evening on a spectacular event was coming to and end an we found ourselves fumbling across
the floor searching for the perfect outfit and articles of bling that were spume across the room. From the look of
things once the dim lights were brightened up a bit you would have thought a tornado had roared through town and
relocated a Victoria’s Secret, Sacs Fifth Avenue and Nordstrom’s inventory on the furniture and floor of the master
bedroom. With just enough clothing on to keep out of jail we made our way down the hall and into the comforts of
our own suite. With a flick of a button a fireplace located a few feet from our bed came to life and started to work its
magic on the chilled mountain air, orange flickers of light illuminated a bed that awaited us, but not for sleep. Sexual
energy was still pulsing through our bodies making even the thought of sleep a distant consideration. Who knows
what time it was, we sure didn’t and as we started to relive our adventure it didn’t really matter because the night was
far from over. Lying under the plush down comforter there was nothing more between us than the scent of a fine
perfume. The first question asked was “wow, that was incredible what was your favorite part”? “All of it was the
response”.
The evening had begun fairly slowly. Instead of being fashionably late or what we refer to as “Standard Utah Time”
we make it a point to be on time to events we are invited too. Arriving early this particular night had its perks because
it provided some opportunity to meet Marie, another friend of George’s who traveled from the northeast to attend the
festivity. She was so sweet and genuinely excited to show off the spacious setting that would serve as this night’s
playground. Decked out in a gorgeous “ take me and fuck me now” dress that accented her lovely body, which we
later discovered was firm and soft in all the right places, she guided towards one of the twin master bedrooms.
Nonverbal communication between us was clear that we both hoped Marie would be on tonight’s menu; Lucky for us
she indeed was.
Next on the welcoming committee was Ann and George decked out in their own white attire. Over the next few hours’
guests from all areas of the country and all walks of life trickled in. The best thing about –g’s parties (as his friends
know him) is that good looking and sexy people are attracted to them and tonight was no exception. Dam, we don’t
know how he does it but the crowd was smoking hot and dressed even hotter. Mixed in the crowd was a redheaded
vixen from Maine with cleavage that would make any man’s heart skip a few beats and her athletic mate that made
the ladies display a few “slippery when wet signs”. Miami, Boston, New York and California were also well
represented with some spice right off the rack. Add in a few locals, one who was dressed in nothing more than a
sheer Victoria’s Secret “eye popper” and all of the ingredients were in place for a tasty evening.
Dancing, spirits, and some more spirits slowly warmed the evening’s erotic temperature. Our play began with a
formal request from Ann, “you two are being summoned to the master bedroom”. “Oh my” we both thought “what’s
going on down the hall”? As we entered the room we quickly discovered that the real party had begun in the most
spectacular way… position on the bed in front of us were six of the most delightful female figures dressed only with
seductive smiles. “ We have been waiting for you two” was all the invitation we needed to join in. Soon there were
seven naked women exploring bodily sensations as they shared passion. Positioned around the bed were the male
halves of each couple some dressed and a few still fully clothed but each sharing a common thought… “Oh my god
what a turn on”. At the suggestion of Marie, our new friend, and now our playmate, we began to play as a couple.
What began as simple touching and kissing escalated to full blown energy between three people. “ I want you to do
me hard from behind as I pleasure your wife” was a request from our little hottie that eventually cause a climax
between three people that most certainly heard from the house across the street. As we progressed in our moment
similar echoes of exhilaration announced the success of the evening and once again the overwhelming success of
another one of George’s parties.
(We can’t wait for the next one.)
S. & C.
| Chapter 3 The Winter White Party |