It was late afternoon as Beth stepped from her office into the cool evening air. Autumn was closing in, evidenced by the goose bumps rising on her bare arms and the involuntary shiver riding up her back.
"Night Beth," her colleague, Barry called, also on his way out. "Brrrrr, you'll need to wrap up warm tonight!"
That's what he thought. Jonny, Beth's newly found beau, had preoccupied her thoughts all day. The vision of his taught naked body, powerful arms and that unbelievable penis was all the warmth she needed tonight. That was the plan anyway and she could feel herself blushing at the prospect.
"You alright there, you look a little out of it?"
Barry stood with his hands in his pockets, keenly ready to make conversation.
"Uh, yes. Sorry just in my own little world for a moment there. Anyway, must be off," she smiled politely.
"Oh, right. Thought it might be me," Barry persisted. "I have a habit of making girls blush y'know. It's a talent of mine."
Jeez, dream on funboy, she thought to herself, purposely stepping away. What was it with the I.T. guys in this place? If they spent as much time in the company of real women as they did fiddling with their joysticks and looking up chat-up lines on the internet, the office could be a more interesting place.
"Ha ha ha, it's just the cold. Night."
She skipped to her car and hopped inside. Slotting her keys into the ignition she noticed Barry still slouching on the pavement watching her with his head cocked to the side. Definitely time to go.
The engine chugged as she turned the key and fell silent. She tried again but the engine refused to turn over.
"Please, not now. Anytime but now!" she said, gritting her teeth. Was this day every going to end? She tried again only for the car to cough and wheeze in protest.
"No, no. Please, please just work. If there is a God you'll start...please!"
She flicked her eyes back across the dashboard. Barry took a step forward.
"Uh, oh!"
Beth desperately turned the key one last time and the motor roared to life. She couldn't conceal her overwhelming relief, driving past a seemingly disappointed Barry and out the car park with an enormous grin. Who knew what he'd be tied up with that evening.
Friday night rush hour traffic was a predictable as ever. Beth sat drumming her fingers on the steering wheel in a queue of stationary traffic. She considered heading to Jonny's flat first instead of going home. He'd said to simply "come as you are", but she felt tonight would be something special and needed to get out of her work clothes into something more alluring.
The few days since they'd parted had felt like an eternity. Even he'd said so. Far, far too soon for the strongest of feelings to be setting in, but she'd pined for him nonetheless.
This was to be only their fourth meeting since they'd met two weeks earlier. So much to explore and find out.
The vehicles in front began to trundle along.
No, she decided. Desperation is a stinky perfume and the last thing she wanted was to give out vibes of dependence, particularly as his body was her main interest.
Besides, lust is to the body what ideal is to the spirit, or so she'd read somewhere, and who was she to contest that? Amused at her reasoning, she pulled away from the main drag and into her quiet little street.
What to wear, what to wear? Beth padded barefoot back and forth across her bedroom, continually adding to the crumpled pile of clothes on her bed.
Tonight wasn't so much 'dress to impress' as it was 'dress to undress'. She slipped on a silky pink bra with black lace trim. The perfect means to accentuate her assets and get the boy's attention. Not that she'd had to try very hard so far or on the night they first got together.
She raked through her draw and pulled out a matching pair of panties. It suddenly dawned on her this was the very set of underwear Jonny had pulled off her on that first chance encounter.
She cast her mind back, still savoring the memory. What a night it had been. After being dragged out on the town for few drinks with friends, the evening had erupted into a raucous celebration of nothing in particular. In hindsight it was surely fate.
She remembered leaving the bar with her girls, all chattering away at the tops of their voices en route to the first club they could find. The course and sturdy- looking doorman at the club had eyed her up and down and complemented her breasts, which by then were pushing through her low cut top and cupped neatly with the lace just poking out.
"Black lace and a beautiful face. I'll be seeing you later!" he'd said assuredly. The start of much attention.
She recalled her friends ordering shots by the tray full between dances, and it wasn't long before the night transcended into euphoria. Her cares and inhibitions were blasted away by the thumping bass and she danced wildly as though nothing else mattered.
After a couple of hours and more wandering hands than she could remember, she retreated to the bar for some water. The heat was incredible and a time-out was desperately needed. She waited patiently, swinging her hips to the beat as the barman retreated to the fridge for her order.
"Alright sexy?" sounded a familiar gruff voice in her ear. "Having a good night?"
She turned to see the doorman from earlier beaming at her. Even after countless shooters, he was not the sort of company she had in mind. His face was bright scarlet and sweating profusely from the heat, hardly surprising considering the shabby leather jacket he was still wearing.
"Uh, yeah, thank," she relied, smiling politely.
"I'm knocking off now, you fancy a drink?"
"You're alright, I've got one coming."
Presently the barman returned and handed her a bottle of water.
"Water?" he exclaimed. "That's a girl's drink!"
"Uh huh, funny that," she responded, looking across the dance floor for her friends and a quick escape route.
"At least give me your number and I'll get ya a stiff one another time," he said, smirking.
She shot him a look of contempt.
"Go on, you know you want to."
This shiny meatball clearly thought he was on to something, but she smiled. He who dares doesn't always win.
"Flattered as I am, I actually date women now," she lied. "So, unless you have a better-looking sister than yourself, we're pretty much done here."
"You're joking, I love lezzos! You got a girlfriend? I'd love to watch you sometime!"
Fortunately at that moment, an equally red-faced doorman bounced into the conversation out of nowhere.
"Scuffle in the foyer, give us a hand will ya?"
Beth's pursuer scowled at the interruption and stole another obvious look at her substantial bust.
"Typical. Sorry sweet tits, duty calls."
Beth rolled her eyes at his charming gesture. Apes like these were enough to cause curvature of an otherwise straight line.
He waddled off purposely towards the exist, then turned and called back, "Don't go anywhere, I wanna see you and your girlfriend when I get back!"
"Yeah," she muttered under her breath, "I'm sure the irony wouldn't be lost on you, arsehole."
Taking a satisfied gulp of water and questioning her faith in the male species, Beth moved back to the dance floor and began bumping and grinding to the music. By this time her friends were thoroughly hammered and a little out of control, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the beat and her body.
It wasn't long before she felt a pair of large hands on her hips and a set of thighs grinding against her ass. Clearly this slob wasn't going to take no for an answer. Deciding she'd been polite long enough, she spun around to confront him.
"Just back off will you, I'm not interested!" she screamed into the face of the hands' owner - a tall rugged blond fellow whom she'd never seen before. No doubt, he was gorgeous and the sort of company she could happily gyrate with.
"Oh hell, I'm sorry! I thought you were someone else!" she cried as, alarmed, he began backing away.
Most of her friends had witnessed the commotion and were now snickering quite openly. Despite this she was drawn to him instantly by some intangible force. More than attraction, this was lust at first sight.
"No wait, don't go!" she shouted above the blare of the tunes and revelers, quickly grabbing his hand to pull him back. "Don't go, you can stay."
With a smile, she pulled him into her and they began dancing once more. Keeping eye contact they moved fluidly to the music, reading one another's expressions and signals.
"What's your name?" she'd had to shout. Just another excuse to throw her arms round him and put her lips to his ear. He'd said his name was Jonny and he didn't seem to mind her advances in the least.
She felt his hands stroking up her thighs and sides, tentatively at first, but then more urgently. She slipped her hands over his chest and round his back, turned on at once by the firmness and definition of his torso. This was more like it!
He began trailing his hands across her backside, following her shape and contours with his palms. By now her breasts were pushing hard against his chest and Beth knew it was just a matter of time before he made his move.
He wrapped his arm around her in a passionate embrace and placed his lips tenderly onto hers. Beth felt a delicious tingle run from the base of her belly, up her chest and down her back as she responded to his kiss. She could feel his hardness digging through his pants and felt his grip tighten.
