It happened at his cousins wedding. He didn't want to be there, hates weddings, but his wife made him go. As she was out on the lawn chatting with friends, he had already made up his mind to choke down the rest of his cake, find her and tell her he was leaving. If she wasn't ready to go, she could just find another ride home later. That's what he would do all right.
He noticed her from across the country club dance hall. She was extraordinary. Blonde hair entwined into a lazy French twist, dotted with babies' breath, softly rounded curves shaped a tight midnight blue satin gown. It was her eyes that captured his full attention. They were locked on his! He wondered for a moment if maybe they had met before, perhaps she knew his wife, no, he'd have remembered her. The stare was broken as a waitress offered him champagne. He accepted, took a sip, and turned back to her. She was closer now, easing her way toward him. He turned to see if she might be eyeing someone else, then was startled as she touched his sleeve.
"You're not having much fun here are you?" He could not reply. She gently led him from the room while the band played It Could Happen to You, he could not have imagined what was going to happen to him. Following her down a hallway, he became aware of her exotic perfume. He felt his navy blue Brooks Brothers suit becoming a little uncomfortable. She opened a door marked "Ladies," and turned to him, "Weddings are a kind of an aphrodisiac for me and you have such nice hands . . . I just thought . . . maybe . . . you could . . . "
He didn't need to let her finish to understand exactly what she was looking for. He was ready and willing. A deep groan escaped as he covered her mouth with his, wrapping his arms around her and letting his hands slide slowly downward. He had long forgotten his haste to leave, not to mention his wife. He cupped her breasts in his hands and kissed each one through the thin gown. She sighed as a shiver of excitement crept up her spine. The band played Embraceable You, and he intended to.
She sucked in a breath as he lifted her to sit on the pink ceramic tiled counter top between the sinks. The cold sent a shiver through her middle enhancing her anticipated pleasure and causing her to become impatient. She whispered to him, "I want you. Touch me." Another groan as he slipped his hand under her dress. He found her hot and wet underneath the tiniest, silkiest panties he had ever laid fingers on. He teased her through them until she began to wiggle to assist him in discarding the unwanted barrier. The door opened, an expletive was muttered, and the door quickly shut again. Neither were aware. Gently, he stroked her woman's flesh. She saw stars.
Thoughts of her filled his mind. How soft and velvety and creamy she felt. It was enough to cause him to lose control right then. He noticed her little gasps as he dipped first one finger, then two into her depths and sliding them out again found her clit. The sweet torment was too much. She was squirming on the edge of the sink, on the edge of ecstacy.
