My first experience that raised my awareness of my sexual fetish was at a party shortly after I joined the defence. At the time, I was 19 years old.

One weekend, I was invited to a party with a group of mates. One of my mates knew the couple that was hosting the party. It was a typical suburban house with a pool. The hosting couple were professionals in their mid-thirties. He was friendly, but his wife was a tall brunette with a full figure.

As the night progressed, there were nearly 60 people at the party, mostly in their twenties. We sat around and drank, danced and listened to music, and noticed a few people hooking up, kissing and groping in the darker corners.

A group in the living room played cards, so I joined in and learned it was strip poker. After a few hands, I was doing well with most of my clothes on. The loser, at this point, was a young red-haired girl. She was short and a little overweight but cute with firm C-cup breasts. Bored with my strip poker success, I got another drink, returned, and sat behind the redhead. She was down to her knickers and sitting with my legs on either side. I sat close enough to feel the heat from her naked back on my chest.

She seemed very comfortable as I placed my head on her shoulder, my face against hers. She leaned into me as my right hand gently cradled her breast. Her breast was warm and firm in my hand. She continued playing poker as I was now caressing her breast and whispering in her ear how sexy she was. The group cheered and demanded her knickers when she lost the next hand. I slipped my hand down her stomach to remove them as she leaned back, lifted her bottom off the floor, and removed them.

I could see the eyes of the group affixed between her legs. I felt jealous as I could not enjoy the view myself.

She sat in my lap, crossed-legged, so I knew everyone could see her labia through the trimmed red pubic hair. The sweet aroma of her arousal was the thing I could enjoy that the others could not. With her arousal, I lowered my hand into her lap, my fingers teasing her pubes. I could feel she was damp, and my finger now brushed across her clit. I heard a faint sigh as my heart was now beating so fast she must have felt it. She asked me not to tease her and placed her hand over mine. In doing so, my fingers pressed between her labia, and I ran my finger slowing between and opening the lips of her vagina.

She sighed, and the aroma filled my senses, one hand tweaking her nipple, the other hand now on her mound, the lips between my fingers as she leaned back against me. Please don’t, she said, but now she was lying on my chest, her legs apart as I fingered her clit. The other poker players had stopped playing and were watching and enjoying the show.

She was wet as my fingers explored her, sliding a finger up against her G-spot as she moaned, her eyes closed.

One of the guys came over, removed his jeans and shorts, and knelt between her legs. Taking his cock in his fist, I pulled her legs up and tilted her hips towards him. As he rubbed the end of his cock against her pussy lips, I caressed her breasts. She was moaning and whispering for him not to fuck her in front of these people. As he slid deep into her, she rocked up towards him. I moved away as he laid down on her and watched them fuck for several minutes. She came moaning and trusting against him and throwing her head back as he grunted and pushed in the final throws of his orgasm.