Even though I don't compete as an athlete and haven't done for some time, I still get invites to sporting events and functions through my contacts, even in the UK despite representing France my whole life. I'd rung my boytoy, boyfriend whatever you want to call him as even though I figured he'd say it'd be too risky to be seen with me as a date, I wanted to make sure he knew I thought of him first. I rang on Thursday from my office at work and explained the invite, but sure enough he said no. Not just because of what I thought but because he'd already arranged to go with his mum. He was up for a nomination and so had to attend. We agreed that if we bumped into each other, to just play it like nothing was happening.
The night of the dinner/gala/party rolled around on Saturday night. I was going alone and decided to wear some high heel shoes that were blue suede to match a blue dress that I'd picked out for the night. It was backless, but not revealing of the top of my bum and was a sensible length, stopping just before my knees. Makeup wise I kept it simple, almost looking professional. As always, I didn't wear any undergarments buts thankful the design of the dress meant it acted like a bra anyway, so nobody would look at me and think I was inappropriate.
Afterwards, I jumped in an Uber (thanks to train fucking strikes) that took me straight into London for the event.
The event was being held in a beautiful old style hotel but it wasn't the absolute best setting as the gala which was in a huge ball or conference room was located underneath a level that was under construction, so in the room, it was fine but outside and down the hall that lead to more conference rooms, it looked a mess. Things like that annoy me a bit.
I walked in at 6pm, picked up a glass of champagne and bumped into my old teammates, girls who I trained with back in my athletic days. We stood and talked for a while before we got another round of drinks and took our seats. At the table they filled me in on their own careers, two were still competing professionally even in their 40s and the others had either done what I did and moved into a more normal job or where now managing France's next wave of talent.
I was having a great time and after the meal, I ended up bumping into my toy boy and his mum. Owen's mother, Lisa spotted me first and we exchanged pleasantries and Owen reintroduced himself in front of his mum, completely oblivious to the fact we'd both fucked each other silly!
Owen I could tell had eyes of desire and it was flattering, our exchange was only brief and I'd gone to the bathroom and they returned to their table on the opposite side of the ball room. Even in our brief exchange I was worked up by his slick hair and the fact he was in a 3 piece suit.
By 10pm, all the dinner, pleasantries, presentations and awards were done and the stage was now cleared with a live band and a small dance floor in the front. I'd had a few glasses of champagne and some vodka shots with my old teammate so I was feeling a bit tipsy and we danced together for a little while before the majority of the group and the ones who I was closest too elected to leave.
After walking out to say goodbye to them and made sure they got a taxi to their hotel, I went back in with some of the others. I sat at my table and opened my phone to see a text from Owen. I opened it up and it read;
"Hello my beautiful lady! My god you look so beautiful tonight, I've been glancing at you all evening and I'm happy to see you are having a fun time. I find this stuff boring as you know and I promise what I'm about to say is through a genuine heart and not because I'm bored, but I wish I was your date. I wish I could dance with you and have some fun like we did on our first encounter. This is killing me, you mean so much to me and I'm so attracted to you! I hope you don't think I'm pathetic, I just want to tell you what I can't right now!"
Instantly, I felt a lump in my throat and stupidly horny. I texted him back a very direct message "Meet me outside the ball room! Look for the kitchen sign and go to it, NOW!"
I stood up and saw Owen but he wasn't on his phone, he was stood by the bar talking with some of his teammates that I recognised from photos. He didn't see me as I walked out but I was happy to wait as long as I needed to.
I went down the hall and waited by the kitchen door, confident that there wouldn't be any waiting staff who'd come out with anymore food. After 5 minutes I could then hear the sound of shoes running on the tiles, I just knew it was Owen and leaned against the wall with my arms open to embrace him!
"Aww baby!" I said as he turned the corner, rushed over to me, picked me up of my feet and we began to kiss!
"This has been torture" he said with a sigh of relief now he was hugging me!