Bianca smiled to stifle her yawn, any more talk of high yield specificity for hybridization and her head would fall off into her soup here and now. Why did these faculty dinners always have to be so monotonous, always with talk of work and as a PhD student she was only here because of formality, not really part of the faculty but on the fringes. "It's good for you to make contacts." Those had been the words of her supervisor, his careful guidance helping not only in research to obtain her doctorate but also to make a name for herself as a serious scientist. In his eyes every occasion was an opportunity and she knew he was right, especially as this was her first year at Berkley having moved from New Zealand to study in the US.
She sipped her wine, a Californian merlot that she let flow over her tongue, savouring the mellow flavour. To her it just tasted like wine, she never understood how people could say it had things like a touch of chocolate, cherries or pepper. Even with her family owning a small vineyard she could not make those kinds of distinctions, she always wondered if the so called ‘experts' could actually too.
Turning her attention back to the conversation she was not surprised to see they were still talking shop. She hoped when she got her professorship she would not become as dull as the majority of the people sitting at her table in the restaurant. Even the younger teachers seemed to have become so absorbed in university and science that they spoke of little else. Satisfied she had not missed anything Bianca gave the restaurant a cursory scan, her grey/blue eyes skimming over faces not really taking anything in. Just the usual assortment of evening diners, mostly couples heading into their middle ages, the normal respectable sort a restaurant like this drew. Respectable and boring.
Lifting her glass to her mouth her hand froze as the slim rim touched her lips. Staring across the room between the shoulders of two professors she saw him and her heart went into double time. Conscious of her immobile glass she went to place it on the table, her eyes though still on him and with her attention elsewhere the base of the long stemmed wine glass caught on her plate, tipping the contents of her wine across the white linen. Red wine contrasting like blood on snow and there was sudden commotion as conversation stopped and a waiter hurried to attend.
"Oops. How silly of me. Really it's fine." She smiled at the waiter as he tried to intervene, offering a fresh cloth. Instead Bianca just placed her napkin over the stain, not wanting to draw more attention to herself than she already had. Her dinner companions seeing the funny side started to tell their own stories of spilt wine or assorted food disasters; this at least made a nice change from the usual topics.
From across the room the man that had caught her eye barely registered the small upset; he looked up briefly to see a waiter talking with a group of people before he returned his attention to his lone dinner companion, his wife. They were enjoying a short vacation and had chosen the restaurant on the advice of their hotel concierge, advice that was well given as they enjoyed their meal of succulent roasted loin of venison smothered in a wine and plum sauce.
Bianca on the other hand could not stop looking across towards his table. She wanted to curse when the woman one table over shifted her chair, blocking her view of him. She smiled distractedly when the waiter brought the next course, picking up her knife and fork with mechanical actions bought on by a lifetimes practice.
"Are you OK? You are awfully quiet this evening Bianca."
"Oh I'm just fine." She smiled across at Jason, an old paleontologist that looked like he could have been alive when the creatures he studied, the great dinosaurs, had in fact walked the earth.
"Well just as long as we aren't boring you to death." He joked, being careful to keep his eyes above the neck line and wishing he was thirty years younger as he eyed Bianca's lips, her lipstick was a soft pink and the way she smiled at him he wondered what it would be like to kiss her.
"Never. It's always fascinating to listen to everyone, get a little taste of the research going on around. And I hear you are doing well with your pollen grain analysis from that core sample." She tried to maintain her interested façade as the professor started discussing his latest results, nodding in all the right bits while her mind returned to the figure across the restaurant.
She has seen his face so many times in the photos, him with family or friends, with his dog or just by himself. Photos he had sent her when they first met on the internet three years ago, when they had been casual acquaintances and then cyber lovers and close friends. She had dreamed about one day meeting him and yet it had never eventuated, like most dreams that fade when you awaken, her dream had slipped away and Bianca realized she had not thought about him in at least a year.
Now though, along with a resurgence of memories from their many conversations was a stirring of feelings, she could feel herself getting hot and she knew her lace panties would be getting damp, sticking to her heated pussy and all because of Thomas. Thomas who she had spent hours talking with, sharing intimate details and fantasies. Thomas who had called her his slut and every time she would read it it would make her wet. Wet like she was now and getting wetter.
"Will you excuse me?" Bianca smiled as she stood from the table, standing tall she could see him clearly and knew that there was no mistake, it was definitely him in the same restaurant and yet completely unaware of her presence. She made her way to the bathroom, glancing over at him willing him to look at her. She wondered how she could get his attention, if she could fake a phone call or some excuse to draw him from the table. But then seeing his dinner companion she realized that it was his wife and so any chance of a meeting would be nil. Still she lingered on his face a moment longer before turning into the small hallway and into the ladies bathroom.
She slipped into a stall, locked the door and without hesitation slid her panties off, grinning at the sight of wet lace as she stepped out of them leaving them on the floor. Sitting on the toilet she lifted her left leg up, her foot pressing against the stall wall as she spread her legs wide and leant back, closing her eyes as her fingers found her clit.
All the feeling he brought upon her had come back and she knew she had to relieve herself, rubbing her swollen nub and biting her lip to stop any moans. She plunged two fingers into herself, fucking her aching pussy while her thumb rubbed faster, hips bucking as she envisioned Thomas's cock pounding into her, his lips on the back of her neck, his breath against her ear as he called her his slut and told her to cum. Lifting her free hand Bianca bit at the back of it to stop her cry of ecstasy as a shooting of pleasure rushed through her, clenching walls gripping her fingers as her juices flowed around them. Her eyes still closed and panting softly she reclined back on the toilet, enjoying the energy flow in her body, pulling her sticky fingers from her and lifting them to her lips to suck them clean, enjoying the taste of her own cum as she licked them for every drop.
Standing she flushed the toilet to disguise her masturbatory session, then looking down at her panties. She scooped them up quickly and disposed of them in the sanitary container, getting a small thrill at the idea of arriving back at the dinner table having just cum and panty-less. "Now that would give them something to talk about." She mused as she checked her reflection in the mirror, smoothing down her long blonde hair before opening the door to return to the table.
