The Party
She stood in front of the mirror smoothing down the front of her skirt with her hands. "Do you think it'll be alright to wear this?" she called out to her husband.
He wandered in from the other room and leaned against the door, appraising her. Her skirt rested on her hips and reached halfway down her thighs. She wore a crop top which left her arms and shoulders bare and stopped just above her navel.
"This is something I feel would be okay for a beach party," she said. "But do you think it'll be okay to wear tonight?"
"Well, you do look a bit tarty, but that's exactly how I like you. Anyway, it's warm tonight, and besides, there is nothing wrong with being the most attractive woman at the party."
"So I look tarty, do I?"
"Baby," he said slipping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek. "You know what you do to me when you look like this."
There were about twenty cars parked in the large circular driveway, and the party was in full swing. They waved out and greeted several people they knew as they made their way to where the drinks were.
"Mike," someone said, clutching his arm. "Come over here, there's someone I want you to meet. Excuse us Kate, I won't keep him long."
"See you soon," Mike winked. Kate smiled and got herself a drink.
Half an hour later Kate found herself sitting on a couch in an animated conversation with two of her friends. Looking up she saw a man sitting at the bar watching her. She turned away and carried on her conversation for a few minutes, and then looked back toward the man. He was still watching her. She wondered who he was, as she knew most of the people in the room.
"Mmmmm, he's quite good looking. But he knows it," she said to herself.
She uncrossed her legs and his gaze lowered from her face to her legs. She felt her face redden as he looked. The couch was low and she tugged at her skirt to try and cover some of her thigh.
"She's got incredible legs," he mused. Because of how she was sitting he could see right up her legs to the white of her panties. She crossed her legs again and looked at him. He looked right back at her and smiled.
"He's brazen," she thought. "He's not even trying to hide the fact he's staring at my legs." She looked around the room for Mike. He was still talking to his friends. As he raised his glass and grinned at her, he mouthed, "Are you okay?" She smiled and nodded her head.
As Kate and her friends talked, out of the corner of her eye she could see the man at the bar watching her. She uncrossed her legs again and sat with her knees tightly together. Without looking at him, she slowly began to part her legs. When her knees were about twelve inches apart she quickly looked at him and caught him looking wide eyed at her. She smiled to herself and crossed her legs again.
When she next looked he had gone and she decided to get herself another drink. As she stood at the table mixing a drink he came and stood beside her.
"Hi," he said. She smiled briefly. She could smell the faintly musky smell of his aftershave. "Would you like to dance?"
She took her drink. "I don't think so," she said turning away. She decided not to go back to the couch because he had seen enough, so she went and stood beside Mike. He put his arm across her shoulder and she stood looking around the room as he talked with his friends.
"Darling," he said. "I wonder if you'd mind going out to the car and getting me something." He pulled the keys out of his pocket and told her what he wanted. She didn't mind at all, as it would be a welcome diversion.
She stood at the top of the steps above the lawn and looked around for the car. The outside house lights were on but the cars were mostly in darkness. She wasn't sure where their car was, but it shouldn't be too hard to find because there weren't all that many there. She set off across the lawn in the direction she thought it was. The music and the conversation and the laughter was still quite loud as she reached the car, and unlocking it, she reached in for what Mike wanted.
As she leaned forward, her skirt rose up to the top of her thighs and, suddenly, she felt a hand slide up her leg. She gasped and quickly straightened up as another hand reached around and covered her mouth. Then the first hand pinned her arms at her side. For a moment she panicked and was consumed by fear.
"Be quiet and don't make a sound," a voice said. She knew that voice and the smell of him. From behind he quickly pushed her around to the side of a small van where they were completely hidden from the house.
"Just do as I say and you'll be alright," he whispered.
Standing behind her, his arm circled her waist, his hand resting on her skin just below her ribs. She took his hand in hers and tried to remove it from her, but he just held her more tightly, pulling her against him. She tried to wriggle free, at the same time pulling at his hand, but all she succeeded in doing was to cause his hand to slide up over her ribs and under the top she was wearing.
"Hey, it's okay," he said.
"Let me go!" she said as she struggled more.
Kate writhed against him, her bottom moving against his groin. She bent her knees and tried to free herself from his grasp. And he had to hold her more tightly so she wouldn't fall to the ground. He took her left arm in his hand and held it down by her side to stop her pulling at him. She was breathing heavily, and she wondered how she could get away from him. She struggled again, leaning forward, and he pulled her forcibly back against him.
"Stop struggling," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you."
He was now holding her firmly against him, her hand tightly held against her hip. She could feel the tenseness of his body pressing against her back, ready for her next attempt to break away. His other hand was holding her just below her breast. She could feel the pounding of his heart and feel his hot breath on her neck. She decided to relax. Maybe by lulling him into a false sense of security she could break free. She breathed out and let the tension leave her, her body relaxing against his.
