Stacey covered her mouth as the crowd of females emerged from their various hiding places with a shout of

“Surprise!” She had heard of surprise birthday parties, but not surprise bachelorette parties.

The girls came up to her one-by-one and offered congratulations on her upcoming wedding. She glowered at Megan, her best friend, who wore a smile indicating she was the mastermind of the affair. Stacey strictly instructed to her friends and co-workers that she didn’t want a big to-do party. She liked the sentiment, but knew her friends too well. They would get her drunk, and embarrass her beyond belief. She wasn’t sure exactly what they would do, but she suspected some of the gifts awaiting her in a nice little pile would be a little “too mature” for her innocent nature. With the wedding this upcoming weekend, she thought her wishes had been honored.

Megan guided her into the family room. She had indeed planned the entire affair, despite her Stacey’s wishes.

Surely no harm could come from it! All they need was a couple of hours to spend their fun. Then, Stacey would be off to dinner with her fiancee, John, and they would all laugh about it at the wedding. Only three days until the major event. Megan knew she could never let her conservative, shy friend tie the knot without a shocking send off. Of course, all the other girls agreed. They looked forward to this day more so than the actual wedding itself.

Stacey sat next to the pile of presents. She would co- operate, though hesitantly. She began to open her presents and sip from a drink. The first item was a pair of red silk panties. She felt her face must have matched the color as she tore the tissue paper away from them.

“How do you like them?” Megan asked with a smirk.

“They’re very nice...” Stacey closed the box and set it beside her. She would wear them, in fact, she already wore similar pairs for John. But she was uncomfortable with her sexuality on display for her friends. Her embarrassment grew as she continued to open packages. As she opened bras, panties, and nighties, she grew more and more mortified as shouts of “That will get him hard.” and “He’s going to fuck you so good.” cascaded from her peers mouths.

But she knew they were right. John loved her in lingerie, and she had to admit she could be quite striking in a skimpy, silky outfit. She was a petite woman, extraordinarily thin and delicate. Her breasts were shapely and firm, and seemed large in comparison to her small frame. John had insisted in her wearing lingerie shortly after they began having sex, and she was content to titillate his desires in privacy. But showing off her body or the garments she barely covered it with was never her style. She spoke little of her and John’s sex life, and never inquired about others’.

Stacey took and deep breath and brushed back her shoulder-length black hair as she forced herself to continue. She opened the next box with the same trepidation, but was relieved to see a red dress beneath the tissue.

“That’s for your dinner tonight.” Megan informed her.

Uh-oh. Stacey lifted the dress out of the box. First she noticed the slimness of the outline. This would fit very tightly on even her. Then she noticed the hemline.

This dress was short. VERY short. She had never worn anything this daring before. She figured it would barely cover the essentials, and getting out of a car would be tricky.

“Come on, put it on!” The cries gained a chorus amongst the spectators. “Put it on! Put it on!”

“Yes, put it on.” Megan told her. “Let’s see how beautiful you’ll look for John tonight.

What was worse? Putting on the skimpy dress or continuing with the presents? She really didn’t want to go out in public in such an outfit, but she knew her friends wouldn’t let her leave until she had at least tried it on.

“Fine.” she stood up with the dress and almost lost her balance. The alcohol was stronger than she realized!

She started to head for the bathroom when a nearby friend held up one of the boxes.

“Put these on, too.”

Stacey took the box, knowing it contained a rather racy and rather lacy set of bra and panties. Were they going to make her pull up her skirt to prove she had put them on? She didn’t put it past them. She headed for the bathroom.

The girls giggled and laughed at Stacey’s stunned expressions as she dressed quietly down the hall.

“Did you see her hands when she opened the teddy?”

“That was priceless!” Megan answered. “The girl really needs to open up. She doesn’t know what she’s got when it comes to her looks and we wouldn’t want her to disappoint John, now would we.”

“Do you think she’ll wear any of this for him?”

“She will. And I bet she’ll be surprised to find out how much she enjoys it.”

“It’s funny seeing her squirm.”

“Just waited.” Megan said with a gleaming eye. “It gets better...”

Stacey returned to the party in absolute radiance. The dress hugged her body to perfection, and left no doubt as to the exact shape of her curves. Her breasts seemed molded into the rounded top, and her legs announced themselves with a sheer sexuality. The dress cut off about two inches below her crotch, and tightly squeezed her hips.

The girls proclaimed their admiration and approval.

“John is going to be very happy tonight.” said one. “I’m not sure they’ll make it to the restaurant!” said the other.

Stacey felt flush with the comments. Some of it was from embarrassment, but most of it was excitement. “We’re not having sex before the wedding.” she informed the group.

Indeed, it had been two weeks since their last lovemaking.

Stacey knew the wedding night would be fantastic, but knew her body was pushing it’s limits by waiting so long.

She sat on her knees as she reached for the remaining two presents. She tore of the wrapping and just about fainted at its contents. She held in her hand a twelve inch dildo.

The girls erupted in laughter. Stacey quickly dropped the gift and reached for the last one. The girls watched her, still laughing, as she opened the last gift. Once again her conscious almost fled her as she opened a vibrator.

“You might need some company when John goes on business trips!” Megan barely made out the words through her laughs.

Stacey felt stunned with embarrassment. She had never used such devices, and hated the thought of the girls thinking she would use these. She rose to her feet. Megan picked up the vibrator.

“See, the batteries go right in here.” she turned on the instrument, and the girls laughed as it buzzed.

“Keep that away from me!” Stacey turned her head.

“What’s the matter? Afraid?” Megan held the vibrator in one hand, the dildo in the other. She moved towards Stacey.

Stacey shrieked and stepped away. She retreated into the sun room, which connected to the family room by a sliding glass door.

“Quit it!” she laughed as she stepped back. She was embarrassed, but did appreciate the humor involved. Megan stood a few feet from her in the sun room. She placed the two intimidating objects on a small glass table.

“Ok. Stay right there. We have one more present.”

Megan walked back to the family room.

Stacey stood as the girls separated from the window.

“Come on. It’s time.” Megan yelled.

Stacey’s mouth dropped as a large muscular man made his way into the sun room. She knew immediately what he was here for. She heard a `click’ from the glass door.

“Hey!” she yelled.

“Sorry!” Megan yelled through the glass. “We knew you would try to run, so we have to lock you in!”

“But don’t worry! We still have a perfect view!” one of Megan’s cohorts added.

The man walked to a small boombox and turned on some cheesy music.

“Hi, I’m Dan” he said as he started to move his body.

Stacey was frozen as she looked at him. He was dressed in a white, rugged-looking shirt that was already half unbuttoned. His pecs flinched with his movements. The jeans he wore were about two sizes too small.

Stacey looked for another way out. There was one more door, off to the side. But it was conveniently blocked by a sofa.

“Hey, don’t you like me?” Dan brushed his hand across her arm as he gyrated his hips. Stacey smiled and looked away. Dan undid the rest of his shirt and cast it away. The hooting of the girls on the other side of the glass was quite audible as Dan flexed his pecs and biceps.

Stacey looked at the man’s definition. She was definitely in good shape, but she felt too embarrassed to be impressed. Besides, the alcohol was making her woozy.

She sat down in a nearby wicker chair.

“That’s it, baby.” Dan moved towards her, humping the air in front of her face. Stacey looked right through him, wishing the event was over.

“Hey.” Dan lifted her chin. “Pay attention.” She didn’t respond. He leaned down, resting his hands on the arms of the chair. Stacey’s hands were in her lap, but her upper arms still made contact with his biceps. She smelled musky cologne on him, and noticed his muscles had been slightly oiled. They did look good.

“You’re hurting my feelings, you know. Don’t you think I’m cute?”

Stacey looked at his face. It was rugged and quite handsome. His hair was as black as hers, and contained a small amount of gel.

“I’m sorry. I’m just not in to this kind of thing.”

“Oh. I see.” Dan stood up. “Well, let’s try something then.” He went to the mini-fridge and pulled out some champagne. They had obviously planned for difficulties. He quickly poured her a drink, which she took and began sipping. She needed something to get her through this!

“Ok. Here it goes. We are going to play a game. And I am going to get you very, I mean VERY, horny.”

Stacey was shocked by his statement. Did strippers normally say these kinds of things?

“I want you to wear this.” he handed her a blindfold.

“Now, I’m going to touch you. You have to guess what I touched you with. OK?” She looked confused. “If you get five right, I’ll let you walk out of here. No stripping.

But--” his eyes locked on hers. “For everyone you get wrong, I’m going to take something off. And at five, I win.” He was already shirtless. How much more could he have on?

Stacey was feeling to drunk to argue. She let him slip the blindfold over her. She took another drink, shook her head at the ridiculous music, and waited.

She felt something pushing against her right arm. It was rounded, small, and a bit warm.

“Your finger.” she said.

“Very good. One down.”

Another object pressed itself against her cheek. This was fabric of some kind.

“Your shirt.”

“Good. Very good.”

She smiled. This wasn’t so bad! She would be out of this in no time! She felt something touch her knee. She jerked it slightly, aware of its bare state. The object was warm and soft. What was it? The pressure felt interesting as it sat motionless on her flesh. Her nerves started to tingle in the area.

“Your elbow.”

“Nope. The palm of my hand.” She lifted her blindfold to see he wasn’t lying. His palm rested on her knee, the fingers outstretched above her thigh.

“That’s one for me.”

She dropped the blindfold as his hand left her. Funny, the area seemed a bit vacant. She stared at the darkness, wondering what part of his sculpted body was becoming more exposed. He did have shoes on, she noticed that. Maybe they came off first. She heard the girls laugh and hoot. They were certainly enjoying this moment, in more ways than one!

A new feeling touched her. She squirmed as it made contact about midway up her thigh. This was getting a bit close! What was it? It was smooth, sleek, and neither warm or cold. She shifted her legs slightly, uncomfortable at the touch. Her squeezed them together, making sure he didn’t get any ideas about where to touch her next.

What was it? She thought about the objects in the room. What did he bring? What was already here?

“A cassette case.”

“Wrong.” she lifted the blindfold and saw an unused wine glass indenting her thigh. His had hovered an inch above her crotch.

Wait! What was this other feeling? He hadn’t touched her again, but a warm sensation spread between her legs.

Her conscious mind blocked out her next thought. She hoped he touched her legs again.

A cold, moist sensation came next. Directly on her lower lip. The chill spread down her body, causing a slight quake. The sensation was also smooth, and it moved across her lip. What was that cold? She hurriedly tried to think of an answer as she noticed something she didn’t want to: Her nipples slightly hardened.

She moved her tongue to the lip. Aha!

“The champagne bottle!”

“You are correct, beautiful lady.” She smiled at her realization of her taste of the champagne. And at his compliment. She began to wonder where the next touch would come. It seemed longer it arriving than the previous ones.