"God, I hate these things" she said to herself under her breath. She leaned closer to the mirror to apply her mascara on the long eyelashes that framed her blue eyes. He sauntered into the bathroom to survey her progress.
"Did you say something?" he asked, knowing what she had said under her breath.
"No ..... " but her tone belied her words.
"Um-hmmm" came his sarcastic reply. "I actually heard what you said. I just wanted to see of you would repeat yourself."
She righted herself from over the vanity and whirled around to face him, her blue eyes flashing with anger. "Well, I do! These functions are always so boring and staid. I hate your co-workers, and franky, I think most of them hate me, too!"
"Maybe this party will be just a little different" he teased, and left her to her primping.
Wondering what he had meant, she pulled her hose up her legs. She normally wasn't this type of woman - - - she preferred jeans, sweatshirts, and hiking boots to dresses, hose, and heels - - - - but even she had to admit to herself that once all the preparation was over with, she felt more attractive and even caught herself flirting at these stupid corporate parties. Her dress, while simple in its style, enhanced her ample curves just perfectly.
She looked at herself in the mirror, evaluating the "finished product". "Not bad, old girl, not bad ..." she smiled at the reflection staring back at her. At 38, she still felt like a teenager inside, but there was never any fooling that person in the mirror.
He sneaked into the room, watching her stare at herself. He had been attracted to her face from the start - - - - having seen only pictures that she had carefully selected. They had corresponded on the computer at first, but once they finally met, it was not only the way she carried herself, but also her incredible body that had mesmerized him. He loved her softness, her curves, ALL of her - - - and he was careful to tell her so. She had convinced herself, however, that it was her wit, charm, and verve that had kept him coming back for more - - - - despite all his declairations otherwise. She never could understand that even though she didn't see herself as perfect, he, in fact, did.
"Ready?" he asked, pretending to come into the room.
"I think so ...." her voice trailed off, telling him that she was looking for some confirmation of how she looked.
He smiled broadly, his brown eyes wrinkling up in delight. "You look FANTASTIC!"
"Thank you, but ...." her eyes lowered and she blushed.
Reaching out to her with his fingers, he tipped her chin up, forcing her eyes to meet his. "You really do, you know, " he said as his lips sought hers.
His tongue brushed her teeth and slipped inside her mouth, teasing her tongue into a frenzied dance. His arms encircled her, pulling her close, as the kiss deepened. She felt his cock rise against her hip.
Breaking the kiss, he stared into her eyes and said, "As much as I would love to stay here and make love to you, we really do have to put in an appearance at this thing. But I want you to know what you do to me ......" He reached over and took her hand, guiding it down to the front of his suitpants. He wrapped her hand around his hard cock, and looked into her eyes. "This ........ " he said, squeezing her hand, "is what you do to me!" She blushed hotly as she followed him out to their car.
Arriving at his boss' home, the couple took their usual places: he within the "power circle" of the corporate bigwigs, she on the couch amongst the women of the group. Chit-chat was one of her strengths - - - she knew how to switch gears from conversation to conversation, engaging everyone in each group in lively banter.
He always watched her, even when she was unaware, admiring the way she handled each person in the room. Although she thought she was reviled, the truth was that no one in his organization could get enough of her. She never ceased to dazzle his collegues. "She is fantastic" they would say. "Is there anything she doesn't know?" He would smile and say, "Not that I've been able to find, that is!" but in his mind, he would always answer that question with, "Yes, she doesn't know how wonderful she is".
Midway through the night, he caught her eye and motioned with his head toward the hallway. She nodded with her eyes, and began to work her way toward him. They met in the hall, and he took her hand, leading her up a staircase to an upstairs bathroom.
The home they were in was immense, and he knew it would take the party a while to notice their absence. He had carefully planned this - - -- knowing that this bathroom was far enough away from the party that no one would come looking in there. He pulled her into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it.
"What are you doing?!?!?" she protested, but he silenced her with a hard, passionate kiss. The flames of passion rose in her, as did her fear of being discovered. "We can't do this here!" she whispered, feeling his hands go to her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples to attention.
"I told you this party may be different" he replied, "Just be quiet and enjoy." He unzipped her dress, catching it around her hips and pulling it away from her body. He draped it carefully over the shower door so it would not get wrinkled.
