Being invited to the Russian Ambassador's reception really wasn't my idea of fun. I hated these social gatherings full of pompous boring people. I found me a spot to sit near the window on the third floor of the hall the reception was being held in. The chair was rich plush red velvet. I wore an ivory colored formal dress decorated in tiny pearls, it was tight around my body but had enough stretch to make it feel comfortable, and beneath it I had on a sexy ivory thong. I leaned a little to the side and my thong tightened against my pussy. The sensation of it instantly made me aware of how much I needed a good fucking. Crossing my legs I lifted the lower leg so that it would cause a little gratification.
I thought I noticed something out the window and leaned closer near the window. My eyes squinting as I peered out into the darkness there was a strip of light near a bright window. I stood up and looked harder not sure of what was out there. Hey what a surprise: a sexy girl in high heels! But what's going on here? Is she sneakily climbing in the window to visit her lover? Or is she escaping the wrath of a lover's wife? Is she being pursued, running for her life? Is she a femme fatale gate crashing the Russian ambassador's reception? Or has she just got a thing about humping window frames?
Suddenly, someone tapped me on my bare shoulder and I shuddered. "Is everything alright Miss Meadows?" I quickly turned to the male voice I recognized, "Yes, of course." I smiled weakly at the Ambassador's brother. I hadn't had a man touch my bare skin in ages. I suddenly felt my breasts begin to tingle and felt flushed He scrutinized me for what seemed like forever and then smiled back at me, "Very well, why don't you come join the other guests." he reached for my hand and I let him take it after I took a quick glance out the window and saw nothing out of the ordinary.
I still felt incredibly horny and started having dirty thoughts of the handsome grey haired man in his sixties. He must be at least thirty or more years my senior. He was six feet tall and looked scrumptious in his dark tuxedo. I could see he had a lean muscular build that I truly wanted to see completely naked. I licked my lips and tried to push back the thoughts. I imagined his hands inching over my naked body; exploring sensually. I noticed he was leading me out through the hall entrance. I glanced at him, "Where are we going?" He looked at me with eyes that made me not care where we were going. He didn't answer but kept walking. We came to a door and he turned his head up and down the hallway and opened the door and pushed me gently through.
