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She was a thing of beauty, all dolled up in her navy blue mini-skirt and white short sleeve blouse, seated by herself in the center of the large davenport like a regal princess. However that was not what drew my attention to her out of the numerous guests at the party. It was the large orange balloon she had clutched in her lap; more specifically the fact that she was occupied with pressing her fingers into the yielding rubber of her pretty toy causing it to squeak and squeal as only rubber balloons can.

I am always captivated by balloon play especially when it appears that the ultimate result will be the sudden destruction of these pretty toys. Standing across the living room I was totally mesmerized by her methodical torture of the thin orange  sphere. I tried not to stare so as to keep my growing excitement from her as well as the other guests, but she seemed to sense my unusual interest in her activity because she looked in my direction and gave me the prettiest smile. I quickly looked away avoiding her glance but she immediately regained my attention by roughly scrubbing the balloon with the palm of her hands causing the rubber to squeal even more loudly in protest. She knew she had me as she slowly pressed her fingers into the balloon until suddenly, POP, the orange rubber flew away from her lap. I was about to turn away in embarrassment but she motioned me over and as I approached asked if I would be kind enough to get her another balloon from the adjoining dining room where there were extras lying in the corner.

I asked her what color she would like and she said that it didn't matter; they all popped the same. Oh boy, I thought as I willingly ran into the other room my mind filled with expectation. My errand also afforded me the opportunity to provide some expansion room in my shorts for my tool that was definitely on the rise. I selected a yellow balloon and to forestall another interruption for 'supplies' grabbed a blue balloon that didn't seem to be overly inflated as well. I knew from several hours of play that balloons that weren't too tightly inflated would be able to resist her destructive play longer.

When I returned she flashed me a wicked sexy smile and grabbed the yellow balloon from me with both hands as I tossed the blue balloon next to her. I was standing directly in front of her as she suddenly pressed the yellow balloon into my crotch area pushing me over backwards. As she did she commanded, "Lay on the floor in front of me with your knees up big boy".

Since I was already off balance suddenly sitting was a natural movement and without even considering how my action would be viewed by the few other guests in the room I quickly sat down and lay back with my knees up in front of her as she had demanded. I then suddenly realized in this position she might be getting an unusual view of my anatomy because I was wearing my 'Sunday nice' loose fitting white shorts at the party. When I realized this I tried to roll to one side to get up, but she pushed my legs back up by scrunching the balloon she had tightly gripped in both hands firmly down on my knees. Then she leaned forward on it with her weight as she twisted it about causing the rubber to squeak and squeal in protest as my bare knees were forced into the even more tightly stretched rubber.

I knew our unusual activity was bound to catch the attention of the other guests, but suddenly the balloon pressed on my knees just like my father would occasionally do felt so damned good I just figured I would ignore the others. As for this beautiful creature that was tormenting me so sensually I didn't care if she knew how much she was sexually stimulating me. For the moment my now raging hard dick was concealed in the loose folds of my shorts.

The noise of the balloon being scrubbed on my knees finally attracted the attention of several of the others who looked our way. To my surprise our unusual activity didn't seem to produce any great deal of interest from the other guests or even from the hostess when she came in and announced that everyone was to go into the dining room for cake and ice cream.

I was praying that the yellow rubber bag that had me so wonderfully excited was infinitely tough so the balloon and the rubbing would last forever, however as the guests drifted out of the living room the balloon suddenly died with a sharp POP right in mid screech. My tormentor grinned from ear to ear as her hands now in direct contact with my bare legs continued to rub my knees. After a few moments of rubbing my kneecaps with the palms of her hands she began to massage the outside of my thighs with her fingers as she slowly began working her hands from my knees downward toward my hips. I wanted to get up and escape from the pleasurable sensations that were flowing in my groin but my body would not respond. She was leaning further and further over towards me as her hands reached even further up my leg beyond the hems of my shorts. I was about to grab her hands to forestall any further exploration that surely would have reveled my boner. However, just then the hostess stuck her head around the corner and announced firmly that everyone was to get to the table for treats. My lovely lady, somewhat embarrassed by her physical advances, no doubt, quickly released her grip on my legs allowing me to arise.

As we both stood up she grabbed the blue balloon and stuck it behind her on the sofa. Then she jumped backwards planting her buns directly on the helpless toy. It squashed out under her short skirt on either side and between her legs. Supported by the soft cushions of the davenport I could see there was no chance that she could apply enough weight to pop it. She seemed to read my thoughts as she suddenly said, "Jump in my lap and see if that will bust it."

Without even considering that I might hurt her I spun around and hopped into her lap. The balloon flattened out even more, stretching out further than the hem of her skirt and squeaking on the bare skin of the back of her legs beyond. But it didn't break. We bounced up and down on it a couple of times but the cushion underneath was absorbing most of the force. At this point we were the only guests not at the table and we were holding up the eats. Unfortunately it was time to join the rest of the guests in the dining room so my party girl apparently gouged the balloon with her fingernails because it suddenly popped and we dropped a couple of inches or so to the cushion.

Then as I started to lift myself off her lap she really gave me a surprise as she reached forward around my waist and grabbed the outside of my thighs. She firmly ran her hands up toward my hips; pulling up the hems of my white shorts as well as my under shorts until they were constrained by my crotch. Her action caught me completely by surprise. Having her firm hands rubbing my legs produced a heavenly sensation, but I was overcome by embarrassment and managed to pull away from her and get off her lap and onto my feet. She still had a firm grip on the hems of my shorts in the back as our hostess showed up to escort us into the other room. As I scurried off with my lady friend in pursuit, I was fortunately able to scoop up a loose balloon from the floor that I held in front of me. It would conceal from the other guests that were eagerly awaiting our arrival the prominent lump that had developed in the front of my pants. Revised on 10/01
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