He had been in love (or at least lust) with her since he met her two years ago at work. After having been passed up for this party the year before, he was surprised to have been invited to the party she threw this year for fellow employees.
All evening while they were chatting he was realizing there was more than just her body. He loved the way her mind worked, and that her sense of humor matched his more than any woman he had ever known. As the party guests were beginning to leave, he ventured out the patio door to the back yard. He thought to himself that he wanted to remember as much about her home as he could, so he would have life like images of her in her home for future fantasies. He was thinking that he had dreamt about her in just about every imaginable place, but her home would be more perfect, make them more real.
As he walked through the tall tropical garden like-back yard, he noticed that the path led to a Jacuzzi which was hidden by plants from party goers all night. He was so caught up in imagining her walking through the plants naked, occasional leaves brushing against her naked flesh, maybe arousing her, her nipples hardening, then getting into the hot slippery water of the Jacuzzi that he didn't realize how much time had passed.
She knew, though, as she had seen him walk out that door and disappear through the plants. She tried to hurry the guests out, pleading a headache and complaints from the neighbors. She had noticed him two years ago at work, and had wished that she could run her delicate hands over his strong body. She imagined many times getting him into the Jacuzzi out back, but alas she was a shy woman, not assured of her beauty, and thinking she was not enough to catch his eye. She had not invited him the year before because she was afraid he would sense her attraction to him and turn her away. She was not sure she could handle rejection from him. All night she had been talking to him, noticing how much he looked at her, when he thought she wasn't paying attention to him, but her eyes had kept him in sight all night.
As the last of the other guests left, she locked the door and dimmed the lights. Quietly she walked out the still open patio door hoping he hadn't fallen asleep looking at the stars. She hoped find him as in need of her as much as she was of him. Deciding to risk it all, she removed her clothes and laid them over the table on the patio. She prayed that she wasn't making a complete fool of herself, but was unable to resist this urge. She slowly made her way down the path. He had imagined her walking down that path exactly as she now was, but still he could not see her, the plants hid her from view.