Tami Lynn’s New Year’s Party
By: Hooked6  
 
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Tami Lynn’s New Year’s Party  
By: Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
 
Another year was drawing to a close and little did I know what was in store for me. Had I have known I might have thought harder about meeting my husband and his coworkers that fateful night.  
 
Lately our New Year’s celebration was basically watching a little known college bowl game on the television, going to bed early and then waking up around midnight by the sound of our neighbors shooting off fireworks. My husband and I would give each other a kiss and roll back over to sleep.
 
I love my husband to death, but lately things have settled into a bit of a rut. Gone were the days of wild parties with friends ringing in the New Year at some club dancing the away the hours until the perennial countdown of the ball in New York’s Times Square and everyone singing Auld Lang Syne. I missed that. Of course with two teenage sons it was all we could do to keep them out of trouble making sure they didn’t get into a wreck by some drunk driver or get some girl pregnant at some drunken orgy at a classmate’s house.      
 
That’s why I was quite taken aback when my husband asked me if I’d like to go to a New Year’s Eve party along with some of his coworkers at his boss’s house.
 
My first reaction was that of pure excitement. Then the woman in me took over and I just had to say it, “But honey, I don’t have anything to wear! I mean this is at your boss’s house and I need to make a good impression. I can’t wear my old stuff. It isn’t trendy anymore. Besides the other wives will look down on me if I did that. And, what about my hair . . . The party is tonight and there just isn’t time! I couldn’t possibly go!”    
 
Why those words came out of my mouth I’ll never know, but out they came. For the last couple of years I had longed for the two of us to get out and celebrate and here I was talking my way out of it with the lamest of excuses. Fortunately my husband with his Irish temper wasn’t going to let a little thing like that stand in the way of HIS fun.
 
“I KNEW you were going to say something like that so I got this for you yesterday.” He said proudly as he handed me the large box with a major designer’s logo on it.
 
“Oh my Gosh; you shouldn’t have!” I exclaimed as I fumbled with the box trying to break through the tape that held the lid to the bottom. “What is it?!”
 
“Just open the box and see.”
 
I’ve always loved getting presents – ESPECIALLY when I wasn’t expecting them. Christmas was over and Valentine’s Day was a long way off. My husband had long since given up being the romantic type on the spur of the moment so this was rather exciting!
 
 
It’s beautiful!” I squealed as I held up the black sequined halter-style, cocktail length dress. Checking the inside it appeared to be my size as well. The fact that it had a designer label was just icing on the cake. I’m not the pretentious type but it never hurts to fashionable when you are making an appearance to your husband’s boss.
 
Giving my husband a quick kiss I said, “Thank you so much!”
 
“Now honey, before you go running off to try on that dress pay attention, this is important,” he said as he handed me a piece of paper.  “I have to work tonight until 6 finishing all that year-end stuff and then I promised to go over and help my boss decorate and get ready for the party so I won’t be coming home first. You’ll have to meet me there.”
 
I opened the paper he had handed me and began reading his scribble. “Okay . . .”
 
“John has moved since the last time we had dinner with them. These are the directions to his new house.  Now he was very clear he wanted everyone to arrive no earlier than 9:00pm.”
 
“But . . .”
 
“No butts. I’m sure you can find the place. I’ll meet you there. Just park along the street someplace as I’m sure there’ll probably be quite a few guests tonight.”
 
“No, but . . .”
 
“But what dear . . . I’m late for work as it is. If I don’t get going I’ll never get through in time.”
 
“But, what can I bring? I can’t just show up empty handed.”
 
“Just bring yourself.” John said. “Those were his words. I already asked that question for you. There’ll be Hors d’oeuvres, an open bar and dancing. It’s all taken care of. Now I’ve got to go. See you tonight!”
 
Even though it was New Year’s Eve, I hurriedly called my stylist and begged her for an appointment. I have such long, beautiful blonde hair but it could use a little trim and maybe a few highlights. A girl has to look her best at a swanky party, you know. Oh this was going to be so much fun! I hadn’t had a night out dancing for ages and on New Year’s Eve to boot!  Fortunately my stylist, even though she was only working a half day, had a cancellation and agreed to take me so I rushed right over.
 
Of course I HAD to stop and get a new pair of shoes to go with my new dress on the way home!  By the time I finished all my running around it was getting late. I made arrangements with a neighbor to watch my sons just to keep them out of trouble and then I proceeded to get ready by taking a long hot shower and doing my nails.  
 
One thing I hadn’t counted on was that I didn’t have a bra to wear that would work with this dress. I tried it on without one and to my surprise it was VERY sexy and my décolletage never looked better! The dress was extremely flattering and I WAS feeling pretty frisky so I decided just to go with the dress and pantyhose of course. Panties made an unsightly panty-line so I skipped those as well. I wanted everything to be perfect.    
 
My husband was very specific about not showing up before 9 so it was all I could do to pass the time – all dressed up and no place to go – well at least not for a few more hours. I thought that clock would NEVER move.  
 
I began studying the paper my husband had left. I knew the subdivision. It was a pretty high-end area that had its own golf course. I was sure that I would have no trouble finding it. I put on some music just to get in the mood and turned on the tube to check out all the special New Year’s celebration programs to fill the void.  
 
When the time finally came for me to go I couldn’t wait to get in the car. After traveling for several miles I realized that I had forgotten to take the paper that my husband had given me. I wasn’t about to go back and retrace my steps. I just wanted to get to the party! Besides, I knew where I was going – 94 Elmhurst Lane in the Hunter’s Green golfing community. I didn’t dare speed as the cops were out in force, something I was grateful for on a night like this, yet their presence reminded me that I had to watch how much I drank and to pace myself with food and plenty of water.  
 
Upon entering the community I looked for Elmhurst. The homes here were spectacular. I decided that my husband surely worked as hard as the people that lived here and later on I was going to talk to him about asking his boss for a raise!  I finally located the road I was looking for without much trouble.
 
As soon as I turned the corner I saw one house that stood out above the rest. It was brightly illuminated and had cars lined up in front of it on both sides of the street. I could hear music emanating from the house and a glance through the windows revealed people having a good time. The mailbox read “94 Elmhurst.” This was it! I hurried and found a spot to park my car and headed up the sidewalk.  
 
I checked my dress one final time and primped my hair. I was ready!! BOY was I ever ready! From the sound of it everyone inside seemed to be having a great time. I rang the doorbell and took a step back waiting for my host to answer the door.  
 
 

Tami Lynn’s New Year’s Party- Chapter 3
By: Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
 
The guys holding the pole continued to lower it ever closer to the ground and people began working their way under the pole shaking their chests to the music.  
 
“I DID IT AGAIN!” I exclaimed to the cheers of the crowd as I managed to flawlessly make it under without a hitch.  
 
After three more rounds the pole was now quite low!  
 
“You’re doing GREAT Tami Lynn,” some other hunk of a youth said as he cheered me on. This time when I tried almost fell just as I was halfway under the pole. As I began to lose my balance I panicked and immediately tried to stand up. That was a mistake as the straps to my halter-top somehow got caught on the rough edges of the pole and I heard a ripping sound.  When I stood up people were laughing hysterically. Even over the loud music I could hear that their tone had changed and people were pointing at me. I looked down and discovered that my top was now hanging down at my waist and both my bare boobs were totally exposed to the entire room which then erupted in one massive cheer!
 
I screamed and immediately grabbed my top and pulled it up to cover myself as several boys came running over to try and help me.
 
“Here, let us re-tie these for you,” one boy shouted above the music causing the crowd to “Boo” with their disapproval.
 
Of course in trying to help me they ended up wrestling that material from my hands and ended up exposing me to the room again, much to the applause and delight of every one there!!
 
I was so embarrassed it was all I could do but scream every time they allowed one of my boobs to break free!  
 
“It’s no use, ma’am,” one of the boys said as he pointed back towards the poll from which was hanging a large piece of my dress! “There’s not enough material to tie it back!”
 
“LET THE PUPPIES BREATHE!” some guy yelled obnoxiously from somewhere in the crowd to which everybody laughed. The DJ was no help either, as he was quick to pick up on the opportunity and began chanting into the microphone, “LET . . . THEM . . . BREATHE . . . Let Them Breathe!”  The crowd soon joined in chanting and suddenly I felt like a guest on the Jerry Springer show!
 
I kept my hands tightly pressed against my chest and began shouting for my husband! Surely he would hear the commotion and my cries for help and come to my rescue!
 
“LET THEM BREATHE . . . LET THEM BREATHE!”
 
I wanted to just die!
 
Just then Tom came up and tried his hand at fixing things. He had no better luck than the other boys, however. “It’s no use. There’s not enough material to re-tie but I have an idea.” He then produced a roll of masking tape and taped each halter strap to my back – the left strap to my back on the left and the right strap to my back on the right. At least I was covered!
 
I HAD to find my husband and get out of here before I embarrassed myself any further in front of his superiors. I was sure that at any moment they would happen to stumble upon me at the party!
 
I began to look around for him as the music continued and the Limbo contest resumed. The crowd in the room had grown to the point that there was barely enough space to move around. Twice the tape came undone from my skin and my halter top fell freeing my breasts. I desperately tried to re-tape them but each time I did that the tape seemed to be less and less sticky and the amount of time it held wound down to only a few seconds or so. Finally I had no choice but to give up and just use my hands.
 
Then I heard someone shout “Hey EVERYBODY, It’s BODY SHOT TIME!”
 
Good, I thought, everyone will be occupied with that and they will leave me alone and I could finally go and find my husband! WRONG!!!
 
Without any warning whatsoever I was lifted completely off the ground by several pairs of hands from behind me. I ended up being horizontal and parallel to the floor as these boys began carrying me across the room. I was squealing and squirming all the while shouting,” STOP IT! PUT ME DOWN!”
 
Everyone was laughing as I was placed on what had been the food table, flat on my back. Two guys grabbed hold of my hands and pulled them up over my head while two others took hold of my ankles and held me fast.
 
A rather attractive young woman came up next to me and, as she looked down at my now exposed boobs she smiled. “I can’t see her belly button.” She complained matter-of-factly. “Pull that dress down more! Come on. Hop to it.”
 
WAIT . . . NO!”
 
But that was all I could say before I felt three pairs of hands grabbing at my dress and sliding it down past my belly button but they didn’t stop there! As hordes of people were looking on, the dress continued its trek down my legs and eventually disappeared! All I was wearing now was my pantyhose!  
 
“Those too,” the young girl said as she motioned with her finger to slide them down as well. “They have to go as well. That control-top waist band covers her belly button. It HAS to go!”
 
I began shaking with terror as I realized that I was being stripped naked in front of a crowd of hormonally charged college kids!
 
“NO PLEASE!! STOP!!”
 
There was nothing I could do. I was now completely NAKED and held fast on my back on this food table. My nipples and neatly trimmed pubic hair were staring back at all these crazy young couples who all had HUGE smiles on their faces. The boys holding my ankles spread them as far apart as they could get them exposing EVERYTHING I had anyone wanting to look . . . and look they did!
 
Before I could scream the obscenities that were on the tip of my tongue, that girl shoved a lime wedge, rind first, into my mouth. The sour taste made my lips immediately pucker. Then to my horror she took another lime wedge and began rubbing it on my nipples getting them good and wet. She looked at me, gave me an evil yet knowing grin and picked up a salt shaker and began liberally sprinkling salt over my now wet nipples until they were well coated.  
 
Almost simultaneously while my nips were being coated with salt, some guy began pouring a small amount of tequila into my belly button to the point that it began running down my sides. It was cold and it tickled!!
 
Tom, my athletically built dance partner, leaned over me and began licking the salt from my nipples!! The sensation was too arousing and too sensual for words!! I immediately got wet – VERY WET!  This was all happening as I was naked and exposed to the entire party crowd!!
 
Tom lifted his head from my chest, smiled from ear to ear and then began sucking all the tequila out of my navel!  I almost came right then and there! But he wasn’t finished.
 
My heart was literally POUNDING. When the liquor was gone, he then moved up to my face and put his lips completely over the lime in my mouth so that his lips and mine were touching and began sucking for all he was worth extracting as much lime juice as he could.  
 
I was kissing this college dude whom I barely just met! This was so wrong but felt soooooo good!! There wasn’t anything I could do about it. The college kids all whooped and hollered their approval as Tom finished and wiped his mouth.  
 
There wasn’t time to dwell on what had just happened as no sooner had Tom moved a step back when the girl shoved another lime wedge into my mouth and some guy poured another shot of tequila into my navel. I was waiting for the expected salt to hit my slobbery nipples but instead I felt it being liberally sprinkled into my pubic hair!!
 
‘NOooooo . . . . mmmmmmpppphhhhhhhhh!” I cried with muffled noises emanating from my mouth which was effectively gagged with the new lime wedge.
 
Another hunk of a guy peered over the table at me. Damn was he ever hot! He slowly and teasingly lowered his head towards my pelvis and playfully used the tip of his tongue running it thoroughly through my pubic hair trying to get every last grain of salt that he could – much to the delight of the crowd!
 
He toyed with me for several moments as the crowd clapped and cheered then it happened! His tongue found my clit and remained there. I exploded! I didn’t just shudder I EXPLODED in one hellacious orgasm, my body jerking up and down on the table, my lungs gasping for air and my mouth squealing with delight!  I was so embarrassed! I had just humiliated myself in front of all these people by having something so personal and intimate occur as they all watched!!  I eventually collapsed in exhaustion as my pulsations subsided down below, but this guy was just warming up. He playfully began sucking at the tequila in my navel and just when I thought I was close again I felt his mouth cover the lime wedge and both my lips!       I couldn’t take it any more . . . I kissed him back! I shoved that lime wedge right out of my mouth and it landed on the floor and I kissed him back!  
 
The crowd went into hysterics!!  But you know what? I didn’t care. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was just reacting to what my body was telling me, well SHOUTING at me.  
 
When he was through and I looked around the room at all the people smiling and laughing at me, I felt my face flush profusely. I was so embarrassed and humiliated at what I had just done. I struggled to get free but was held fast. My attempts to gain my freedom made the crowd go even crazier. They all thought it was hilarious!
 

O.M.G. This story had me panting and wishing it was me!
 
Now I want to dance!  Naked, of course!
 
Love,
Cathy