At a party, a friend found a book of dirty party game ideas. Two couples did a clothing swap race, and I got paired with a girl I'd just met to play "find the grape".

We were all in our late 20s at the time and about half of us were single. At some point this girl Diana brought out this old book they'd found called "party games for filthy people" or something like that. We were laughing about how stupid some of them sounded, but I could tell a few of the wilder people at the party were a little intrigued.

One of them was to get two couples and have them race to change clothes with other and see which couple finishes first. Two couples, one of which I was close friends with, both jumped at the opportunity. Someone whistled to start the race, and both couples just started frantically disrobing. (note that the game specified you didn't have to change underwear unless you want to)

One girl just ripped her shirt off immediately and bent down to take off her boots, which her boyfriend took as an opportunity to undo her bra from behind. It started to fall off, and she was laughing about it, halfheartedly holding the bra half-on with one hand and sorta covering her boobs with the other arm, but took a look at the other couple and decided she'd rather win so she let the bra fall and we all saw her topless.

Meanwhile the other couple was a little more wild. The guy was kinda built, wearing basketball shorts and a tank top and the girl was wearing this tight dress that would never fit on him. They went fully naked when changing and everyone cheered and whistled for them. The guy did this kinda sexy dance thing and his girlfriend gave his dick a little squeeze and shook her tits for the crowd, so they all went wild for that. (they lost the race but won the crowd)

So that got everyone excited, and they eventually got back into their clothes except the guy kept his girlfriend's panties on, and she went without. She had a short skirt on and seemed to enjoy the attention she got afterward!

There were a few other couple's games that went similarly but not as exciting. We continued drinking and smoking weed, a few people did ecstasy too. There was this one girl Leah I was really interested in. A nerdy light-skinned black girl, extremely cute, and a little bit on the thicker side. Really friendly too, and we had been flirting throughout the night so I was looking for an opportunity to try to hook up or get her number.

Diana, the girl with the dirty games book, announced it was time for another game and she needed volunteers! Single people only this time! I jumped at the opportunity, hoping Leah would too, and sure enough she did (maybe because she saw me raise my hand first).

The game was called "find the grape". Basically you have to be blindfolded and get partnered with another person who hides a grape somewhere on their body. It can be in their pocket, their mouth, or... anywhere. It's about pushing boundaries of how far you're willing to go to look for it, and how far they're willing to *let* you when they've hidden it.

She paired me off with Leah, probably on purpose, and I could feel adrenaline surging when I found out. I couldn't believe this was about to happen! She handed her a grape with a wink. While Diana tied a blindfold around my eyes, I took a sort of mental picture of Leah. Standing there looking excited but nervous, wearing this cute black dress with puffy shoulder sleeves and red cherry design all over it. The skirt was flared out, about knee length, and she was wearing matching cherry flip flops with red toenail polish. Her hair was natural, puffed out in a really cute curly afro (I'm sorry if that's not the right way to say it, I'm as white as can be but I mean well) She was also wearing glasses.

Then my eyes were covered. The gamemaster girl reminded me I'm not allowed to talk, I can only use my hands or my mouth. The room went quiet. My dick got a half-chub going just at the thought of this.

Leah told me "Don't be shy, I won't bite you!" in this mock-seductive voice. Honestly it sounded like she was as nervous as I was which made it even hotter.

So I reached out slowly and started with her shoulders, I didn't think the grape would be there but wanted to kind of test the waters, go slow and make sure she was comfortable, and all that. I lightly grazed my hands down her arms, feeling her soft cool skin all the way down to her hands. She opened her hands and I held them for a moment, interlocking our fingers. I was checking for grapes of course but the way we did this felt very intimate. I stepped closer to her.

I ran my hands up the bottoms of her arms and reached inside her sleeves. Nothing there except her soft, smooth shoulders and bra straps. I went up the back of her neck, checked behind her ears and in her hair but it was nowhere to be found.

"Keep trying, you'll find it!" she encouraged.

Still standing directly in front her, close enough that you could feel the tension, I reached around to feel her back. I could've just gone for a quick pat-down but where's the fun in that? I pulled her close and felt her breath against my neck while I caressed her back gently from shoulders to just above her butt. Her breath shook a moment, sounding a bit excited. The crowd was completely silent which made me feel even more watched than before.

I felt around her belly, up to just under her boobs, and then very lightly grazed them with my fingers (politely, barely enough to feel her breasts)

"You're gonna have to do better than that!" Diana hinted from behind me.

Leah offered me, with confidence: "It's okay, I wanna see how far you're willing to go with this!"

So I stopped pretending and just let my hands explore her breasts. They were so soft and warm! I felt them through the fabric of her dress, noticing her nipples were hard, and spent a few seconds twirling my finger around the one nipple.

I then moved my hands up past the cut of her dress to feel the bare skin on the exposed upper half of her chest. My heart pounding, I reached my fingers in between her breasts and felt around but couldn't find the grape there either.

I backed up a bit and kneeled down, running my hands down the sides of her hips and legs. I got past the skirt and felt the sides of her calves, perfectly smooth, all the way down to her ankles and feet. I slid my fingers between her warm toes and she lifted them so I could feel underneath too. Her soles were warm and smooth, but the grape wasn't there either.

So I stood up, running my hands back up the outside of her legs, going under her skirt to feel the outside of her hips. I felt the edge of her panties and the side of her firm ass cheeks. She put a hand around my back and pulled me closer. I took that as my cue to stop being so hesitant, and caressed her butt. It was nice and round, a little big, and surprisingly tight and firm. I ran a finger down the crack of her butt from top to bottom, feeling no grape, and continued until I felt the warm soft mound of the back of her pussy. She stiffened with shaky breath and held me tightly. I reached underneath, feeling her lips against my hand and the slight dampness soaking through her panties. I ran one finger between her labia, feeling the small lump of her clit, making her jump just a little.

I was so fucking horny at this point, my dick was rock hard and it suddenly occured to me that everybody could probably see it. I didn't care. I would've fucked her right then and there if she'd let me. I slid my hand down the front of her panties, feeling the soft pubic hair (and no grape) but stopped just short of her pussy, letting my middle finger give her clit just the lightest graze before retreating.

I had to take a step back. It felt like foreplay at this point, like we were having this intimate moment and were seconds away from fucking, and everybody at the party was watching. I stood for a moment lost in thought.

"Give up?", she asked in an amused tone.

"I can't find it but I don't *want* to stop!" I replied with a half chuckle.

"I can see that!" she laughed, then reached down and lightly tapped the tip of my erection through my pants.

"Go get a room!" someone shouted.

That sounded like a great idea. But first, I took off the blindfold. Immediately, I saw what I'd missed; stuck behind the left lens of her glasses, was the goddamned grape.

We *immediately* went to a room to finish what we'd started.