We have never seen one another before tonight. It's 11:30 pm and I have been secretly watching you, secretly watching me, all night long as you mingle with your social group from across the room and I am mingling with mine. We are both standing in a Grand Ball room of a very ritzy Hotel surrounded by other patrons smelling of rich imported cigars, faint hints of the finest champagne and Hennessy that money can buy, mixed with expensive perfumes and cologne floating in the air around us as the other formally dressed patrons pass us by. I watched you enter the party earlier in the humid evening with another lady whom I assume must be your wife from the way she is laughing and consorting with the other women whom are all, obviously, from the same prestigious social group. "Probably all married." I presume.
I recall the first moment our eyes met as I entered the building with my own date for the night who had abandoned me the second we arrived to entertain his business companions. I was dressed in a red cocktail dress by Mori Lee with my buxom tits trying desperately hard not to peek over the edge. As I passed you by on my way to the ladies room I saw you standing there pretending to listen to what one of the other gentlemen were telling you. I could feel the gaze of your intense green eyes burning my milk flesh and making me take in my breath causing my chest to rise. As I passed by you savoring your sexy scent, I felt a slight tug on my long red blazon hair. I rolled my eyes towards where your wife was standing and she was paying no notice to you or me. I could smell the sweet Cognac coming off from the breath of your full lips as you gripped my hair tighter, turning my head to face you and forcing me to look into you your eyes. No words were spoken between us as we read each other's thoughts with our eyes. We smiled knowingly at one another and I reached down and traced your hard cock which was trying to drill through your trousers before giving it a quick, hard squeeze and watching you part your lips letting a surprised gasp escape. Shocked, you let go of my hair. As I walk away from you, I kiss the tips of my pointy and middle finger of my right hand and place them gently to your lips as I whisper, "Shhhh."
My pussy is wet and needing you so bad that I can't hardly catch my breath as I make my way into the ladies room. I can feel my nipples standing at full attention, trying to stab through my dress. Hurriedly, I fumble around in my small hand bag and retrieve my lip stick because I have no pen. I grab a paper napkin and I scribble a quick note to you to meet me on the right hand side of the third foyer overlooking the ballroom in ten minutes. I knew that we would not be seen there because of the height and the lack of lighting there. After folding my little message up and regaining my composure, I exited the bathroom and saw you still standing there watching and waiting for me. Your wife is still paying all of her female socialites so much attention that she doesn't even notice me walk by you and slip you the note into the front pocket of your trousers where I could feel the outline of your hard cock once more.
