The soiree was well-attended by the upper echelon of the city's high society. There were university presidents and CEOs along with mere interlopers like me. These charity galas were expensive, and it had stretched my budget to the limit for me to get the tickets, but I had always wanted to attend. Besides, the artist for whom the event was honoring was a friend of the family, and I felt it important to go, to show my respect.
I was near the bar, getting a glass of wine, when she sidled by. Easily the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, anyone within view of her were forced to turn and look. Her long flowing skirt was cut high up one leg, perfectly modeling the finely tuned body. Her white sweater was tight and cut low in the chest, and she had the boobs to pull off a look without looking like a cheap tramp. It did not hurt that the jewels around her neck, dangling down between those breasts, were probably four four million or more. Her hair was swept up then pulled back, away from her face, and she wore a pair of glasses. For me that was the coup de grace, the one thing that truly set her apart.
She beelined towards someone and interjected herself into the conversation. Figuring that I had gotten enough eye candy for a moment I took my glass of wine and went off to find Frederich, the distant relative artist. He was, not surprisingly, surrounded by many admirers, but he saw me and excused himself, and walked over. "Cousin James!" he said. "I'm glad you made it."
"Wouldn't have missed it Frederich. Quite the scene here tonight."
He smiled. Frederich's ego rivaled the moon in size, and stroking it kept one on his good side. "And all to celebrate...well...me!" he laughed.
"I don't want to keep you from your admirers there," I said softly so my voice would not carry.
"Oh no no, do keep me," he insisted, then leaned close. "The same boring goddamn conversation time and again, you know?" he said.
I smiled. "How's the newest projects going?"
"Well," he said. "Or not well. Depends on my mood as to whether I like my own creations."
"And Janine?"
"She's quite well, actually." Janine was his wife, and a very good looking woman in her own right. She was around somewhere - she had seen me and waved and I had waved back but she had been swept into a crowd and I lost contact with her.
"I'm glad to hear that."
"So what about you? Done with college yet?"
"Next semester," I said.
"And then?"
"God, I have to go find a job."
"How very trite," he smirked.
"Tell me about it. All those student loans to pay off."
"Ach, you will do perfectly well, cousin."
A new voice popped in. "And tell me Frederich, who is this strapping young man you are calling your cousin?"
We both turned to look; it was the goddess I'd spotted earlier.
"Aaaaahhhh Marlene how delightful of you to come!" Frederich went into his "politican" mode (as I thought of it) where he was making her seem like she was the only person in the entire universe capable of holding his attention.
"Would not have missed it, not with the money I've spent on your works in the past two years," she said. She turned to me, and extended her hand. I took it, and noted a soft grip. "I'm Marlene McWilliams," she said.
The McWilliams family was one of those old money families in the city. Kind of like Carnegie back in New York at the turn of the century. "I'm James Shell, Marlene. Pleased to meet you."
"And you are Frederich's cousin?"
"On my mom's side," I confirmed.
"Were you blessed with any of his artistic talents?"
"No ma'am," I grinned. "Just perhaps his height." Both Frederich and I towered over most guests, and six-three. We were both physical specimens as well; I had played college football for two years before a knee injury ended that. I had been told that I might have a shot at the pros but the knee killed it. Then I was back to being an ordinary student, and at a different school. I liked it, but it was expensive.
"That's too bad, dear, his artistic talents are very nearly unrivaled." I could not help but tilt my head, because for all the world it sounded like her words dripped with heavy innuendo. And I noted from the corner of my eye that Frederich dropped his gaze and turned slightly away. And then someone tapped his shoulder, and I swear it was with a sense of relief that he turned from the conversation.
"He's always been like that," I said to her, indicating his quick movement from the conversation. "I think the longest I've ever spoken with him is fifteen minutes."
She grinned. "That's five more minutes than my best. Perhaps family has its privileges!" she teased lightly.
"Your...jewelry is stunning," I said as I was at a loss to say anything else.
She laughed softly, almost politiely. Perhaps too politely. "Are you saying that because you are admiring the jewels, or admiring the breasts between which the jewels rest?"
I gulped. "Um. Yes?" I said falling back to my default which was some sarcasm, especially when confronted with a bit of a difficult situation.
She locked eyes onto mine, and I was consumed by them. "Oh come now my young strapping man, surely you can admit that you were admiring the flesh?"
I gulped a little. Her look...it felt predatory. And all of a sudden I felt a bit like prey. "All right, yes, your breasts are spectacular. As is the rest of you. Surely you've heard that before."
She smiled sweetly, breaking the forbidding moment. "All the time, my dear, all the time." She patted my hand. "I must run off, but...if you would?"
"Yes?"
"Don't leave until I find you again."
"All right," I said. My libido spoke for me there, as I had no real other reason to stay. It wasn't like I was mingling successfully with anyone, and now I was going to stand around looking foolish waiting for a married older woman? That was a dumb decision - yet my cock did not think it dumb. My cock thought it was the best decision I had ever rendered - at least in the past fifteen minutes.
So I ended up spending some nice chatting with an elderly couple by the bar. I explained that I was the artist's cousin and was there to support him. They spoke softly forcing me to lean into them to hear given the white noise of babble surrounding us, but the conversation was reasonably pleasant. They then moved away. I turned to the bar to have another glass of wine, only my third of the night, when a feminine cultured voice spoke next to me.
"I am pleased that you obeyed me," Marlene said softly. "I wonder whether you want to please me more?"
"And how could I do that?" I asked.
She smiled sweetly again. "If you will offer me your arm, I shall have you escort me to my car," she said.
"Ah. Yes, by all means, Marlene," I said. I left the empty wineglass atop the bar, and offered her my elbow. She gracefully draped her hand into the crook, and then I escorted her from the party. I was acutely aware that there were many eyes following our movements, and though I know it was because I was with her...having that many eyes looking at me left me shaken.
"How do you do it?" I asked.
"Do what, my dear?"
"All the attention, always, on you," I said.
"I have grown accustomed to it, in time. It is, however, tedious."
"I can imagine." We were nearing the front door of the museum in which the soiree was held, and a black-tie waiter held the door open for us both. We stepped out into the icy November air.
"My car is just down there," she said nodding her head down the marble steps. "Surely you can take me just a little further."
"Absolutely." I walked carefully, taking my time, noting that she lifted her skirt up slightly before taking a step so that she did not tread upon the hem of her dress with her foot. Once at the bottom a driver held a door open for her.
"Will you escort me further, James?" she asked quietly.
"If you wish, Marlene," I replied.
"Excellent." She entered the car with as much grace as possible whereas I sort of flopped my way inside. She patted the wide leather seat in the back of the limo. "I do not bite." She grinned wolfish. "Much."
"Hah." I slid over, and she placed her hand on the top of my thigh. The touch was somewhat innocent yet in the dim light and with the privacy window up the touch was something else entirely. All I could feel was how warm her hand felt on my leg. Nothing else really mattered at that moment.
"This is much better darling," she let the pet name roll smoothly off her tongue like she'd been doing it for years. "Do you agree?"
"Yes, Marlene, I agree," I said. I could not relax, not a whit. Being this close to her, inhaling her delicate scent and having that hand on my leg wreaked havoc on my mental state. It wasn't arousal - I was not sporting an erection - yet there was something in this woman's cool manner that had me hooked and hooked deeply. I also suspected that she knew that, and was luring me in - but into what? I had no idea.
"Do you smoke, or use drugs, James?" she asked.
"What? Me? No, no way," I said. "I used to play football," I said and went on to relate the story quickly. "I'm at a different university now. I graduate next spring," I reported.
