The hotel is lit up like Christmas and there are plenty of people arriving. This is a huge event and people have turned out with every intention of having a good time. Leaving the cab we walk through into the foyer, and are directed through to a huge ballroom. Lit with a thousand fairy lights it's massive with high ceilings and dozens of huge white covered tables set around the edge of the room. The room is filled with people. Women in long gowns, men in dinner jackets, all drinking champagne, or wine. Making small talk.
I hear you grumble under your breath, and I know this is not your cup of tea, but I love you for coming with me. "I promise we won't stay late," I say, sliding one small hand into yours. You squeeze my hand and say: "It's ok, I'll manage, but you'll owe me later." You wink at me and I cant help but laugh at you.
It's at times like these that I remember how much I love you. You came just because you knew I wanted you to. And I do love the sight of you in a dinner jacket, it suits you.
My boss spots us and crosses the room. "It's nice to see you," he says leaning towards me to kiss me. I lean back, narrowly avoiding the kiss. The man's an old lecher who always has problems keeping his hands to himself and I'm not letting him grope me tonight. I know you wouldn’t be impressed and I don’t need for you to be mad at him, or me for that matter.
He shakes your hand, you've met him as these dos before, and I complain about him often enough so you know how I feel about him. We make small talk and I'm conscious that you're probably bored to tears. Other colleagues join us and soon there's a fairly animated conversation going on about work. Most people have brought their partners, but they are mostly women, so you're a little isolated. I'm deep in discussion when I feel your hand on the small of my back. Lightly stroking me, your fingers stroking me. My nipples immediately respond to your touch, well-trained girl that I am LOL.
Your fingers caress my skin, slipping down to where the dress hugs the curve of my arse, sliding your fingers under the edge and over the curve of me, I shiver slightly. Out of the corner of my eyes I can see the smirk on your face. You know exactly what effect your touch has on me.
Your hand slides out from my dress and over the soft velvet curve of my buttock, where you squeeze me. I arch my back, pushing into your hand, all the while trying desperately to maintain the pace of the conversation but feeling my pussy getting damp as you continue to caress me.
Eventually, we're called into dinner and we walk to our table. Six colleagues join us and I'm relieved that my boss isn’t one of them. The other people at the table are all familiar to you and I kind of give a sigh of relief that there are people who you know so you won't be so bored. The chairs are quite close together and as they start serving dinner we both unfold out napkins on our laps.
A wicked thought comes into my mind as payback for the teasing you did pre-dinner. Picking up my fork in my left hand I play with my starter, while I place my right hand on your thigh. The sudden stiffness of your upper body makes me smile quietly as I caress your thigh.
Everyone else continues to eat and chat and you're talking to the woman on your right as I move my hand further across and brush my fingers across your cock, which is hardening beautifully under my hand.
Reaching down I stroke your balls too, and watch as you fidget restlessly in your chair. I glance up but no one is paying any attention to us as I look like I'm listening to your conversation, and you're struggling to pay attention to the woman droning on about global warming or something equally ridiculous.
The waiters arrive to remove the plates and refill our glasses and you sigh as I remove my hand. But as soon as the main course is served I go back to what I was doing, only this time undoing your fly and slipping my hand inside. You jump guiltily and I giggle.You scowl at me. Turning your back briefly on the woman on your right who is still rabbiting on, you hiss "Hey!" at me. I return the look innocently and wrap that one hot little hand round the shaft of your throbbing cock and squeeze gently. I think you're going to stand bolt upright as you look at me imploringly.
You're not sure if you're horrified or thrilled but you are very aware that you could be caught with your erection throbbing in my hand att any time. I lick my lips, smile at you, and start stroking your throbbing cock. It's hot, hard, and in the palm of my hand and the thought makes me damp. My pussy starting to throb, brushing against the velvet of my dress as I move restlessly in the chair. I'm very aware that all my movements must be small so no one notices me masturbating you under the cover of the long white tablecloth.
I hastily stop as the waiters approach to remove the plates again and you look at me with a wicked gleam in your eyes. I see you reach under the table and when you stand I'm glad to see that you're all zipped up, although I think your erection is obvious as you stand.
I wait for about two minutes after you leave the table before excusing myself and following you out of the room. I hope I know what's on your mind. I head for the Ladies and am almost there when I see you leaning casually against the wall.
"About time woman," you say as you grab my hand and pull me through the door next to you. Shutting the door behind us you pin me to the door and bend your head to kiss me, your mouth demanding on mine, my lips opening to you, our tongues entwined, your hands on either side of my head, pinned to the door by your mouth and the pressure of your body against mine.
I fumble at your trousers and it takes me just a second to have your cock back in my hand. Your hand slides between us and across my belly, stroking the velvet, moving to my hip and then finding the thigh high split in the skirt. Once on my skin, your hand moves with a determination all of its own across my thigh, brushing the lace at the top of my stockings and finding the silk of my bare pussy.
I'm damp, hot and desperate but you're intent only on teasing me the way I teased you throughout dinner. I'm not prepared to wait and I slide down the door, to my knees. The blue velvet pooling at your feet, my blonde head outlined against the dark fabric of your trousers as I lap the head of your cock with my tongue, long, slow strokes with the flat of my tongue, like licking an ice-cream.
I hear the intake of breath from you; your arms braced against the door, looking down at me as I open my mouth and take the head of your cock in my mouth. I feel your hands in my hair, uncaring what you do to the careful style. I look up at you, brilliant blue eyes watching you, watching my mouth please you. Your hips arch forward and I struggle to take all of you, your cock touching the back of my throat.
I know you're going to come, we're both turned on and we both know we don’t have the luxury of time. And as I'm thinking that thought, I begin to feel your cock jerking against the back of my throat, the taste of your cum filling my mouth. I lick every last drop from you, kneeling at your feet, listening to your soft sighs as you cum.
You reach down and pull me to my feet. Brushing my hair with your hands you smile apologetically at me. "Sorry," you say, "I've messed up your hair."
I giggle. "I don’t care," I tell you, "it was worth it. I'll meet you back at the table, suddenly I'm not hungry for dessert."
Opening the door, I head off to the Ladies to repair the damage to my hair and you pat me playfully on the arse as I leave. "Call that a taster for what's going to happen when we get home," you say before heading back to the table.
I join you at the table minutes later and no one seems any the wiser. You lean over to whisper in my ear: "Did I tell you how sexy I think you are?"
I smile back. The night's young and I'm going to live up to that statement one way or another.
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