It was a warm spring night, the anticipation of this night had been building for quite a while. He had to work late, but would meet me at the Ball.

I dressed to impress, long flowing gown with a fitted bodice, but showing just the right amount of the best places. The gown was stunning, as I have bigger breasts than your average size 10 girl it fitted perfectly everywhere, but pushed my breasts so tightly together and up, I knew they would be a distraction for many men tonight, but mainly my man. It also had a very low back, almost revealing too much, and a split up the leg that showed just enough of my well toned leg....It was so low at the back that there was no way I could wear any underwear.

I arrived, couldn't see him anywhere so I went to the bar to get myself a champagne. The people around me were stunning, I was enjoying myself enough just sitting, drinking, watching. My eyes stumbled upon a couple, who were quite obviously in love-sweetly so. They cuddled, kissed, but no further. It made my mind wander, if that were myself and my man we'd be hot...hands all over each other, at the table, I could feel his hands creeping up my dress to my free, wet pussy on the dance floor, breasts heaving in my gown, wanting to escape.... They were already heaving just thinking about it, and my juices were flowing. Where is he? I want him, now.

I decided to take a walk, keep an eye out for him. I circled the room but couldn't see him anywhere. It was quite hot in the marquee so I went outside for some fresh air, hoping to find him, and hoping for some relief.
I wandered around the front, there were a few men who quite obviously enjoyed a look at my breasts bulging, but not my man. I kept wandering, to the side of the tent for a bit of peace and quiet. There was a large tree there that I leant on, looking out at the moon reflecting on the sea. Out of the darkness of the night I felt warm hands slide around me, but when I tried to turn my head the persons face pushed against the side of mine-preventing me from seeing them. The hands wandered, one went up to my breasts, and with a little coaxing they were out and in his hands. The other hand had found the split in my gown, crept up my leg, and was gently caressing my now very wet pussy. Although I tried my best, I couldn't help but let out a quiet moan. I wanted this person, he knew all the right moves. I noticed when I moaned, it gained the attention of another man, who was standing at the corner of the marquee in the shadows but it was too late for me to care. He didn't move, just stood watching.

My hands crept along behind me, unzipped his pants and felt his hard cock. I played a little, as much as my position would allow. I was hungry, wanting needing... He already had his hand up my gown so I lifted it some more, bent over the lowest branch as far as I could and gently pulled him toward me, sliding his hard cock into my pussy as I went. Now we both couldn't stand it, I held on for all I could while he pumped as hard as he could, my now free breast pert, nipples hard and breasts banging against my skin with his every thrust...it was all too much, within minutes I couldn't take it, his hand had moved to my wet pussy and was playing with my wet clit while thrusting, I was playing with his balls with one hand, the other had hold of his hair, his face firmly against mine, panting in my ear. We both felt it, we couldn't control it any more......

I dropped my skirt down, he zipped his pants up, the man on the corner walked away, turning and signaling thanks as he left. I turned finally, I'm so glad you came' I said before finally giving my man the kiss I'd been waiting for.