My partners and I had just launched a new yacht design and to celebrate, we hosted a cocktail party at local gallery for clients and friends to show off the pictures of the new ship. After so long not being able to get together at this sort of event, it was sure to be especially well attended and especially well celebrated by all that came.
I was happy to go, even without a date. It was always great fun when we threw a party and there were many interesting people coming whom I'd not seen in far too long. We made sure that the champagne would be plentiful and the atmosphere relaxed and fun with lots of creatives and lots of entertainment.
The guests were all dressed to the 9's, far more glamourous than would typically happen at this sort of event. Clearly 2 years of being in house pants and pyjamas had been wearing on everyone's nerves and this was a great opportunity for many to blow off some steam.
I arrived and made a slow circuit of the venue. The party was in full swing and in every room there were pictures decorating the walls, mock-ups on stands looking every bit like modern art sculptures and roaming the venue were entertainers dancing or playing instruments. Plus the guests and, of course, the ubiquitous staff with trays of canapes and drinks.
Eventually, I came across my design guru Bob, holding court in one of the larger spaces. He came across to say hi after I caught his eye and we spent a few minutes catching up on how things were going. Smoothly, we agreed.
After some more talk, he looked at me with a crooked smile and said 'you haven't seen her yet have you?'
'Who?' I asked, looking every bit as confused as I felt.
'Blonde, Black dress, champagne heels?'
'My friend' I said, 'we both know that my only knowledge of Champagne is what we're serving in glasses tonight. And as for black dresses, I've seen one or two. Unless the lady is in a dress made of bottles, I have absolutely no idea who you're talking about I'm sorry.'
'Well then, stop wasting your time with me and go take a look around. Perhaps you'll find something you'll like...' he said and with that, he turned away to greet the next group of well-wishers. I rolled my eyes, called him a drama-queen under my breath (not for the first time this week, mind you) and decided to go outside for some fresh air.
Well of course, that's when I saw you.
Facing away from me, you were leaning against the balustrade looking out over the gardens. Your dress was indeed black, your heels and clutch the same colour as the glass of champagne in your hand. But to describe you as simply wearing a black dress is like describing the ocean as simply blue. Its factually accurate perhaps, but it misses the point by a staggering degree.
But then, how do you even begin to describe something like the ocean? It's just not possible to do it any justice.
So suffice it to say, it was a black cocktail dress. Made of sheer lace and completely transparent except around the waist and bust. With full length sleeves and no back but for a thin strap across the shoulders and finishing mid-thigh, it was a masterwork of showing nothing and yet everything at the same time.
Yes, I was smitten. And infatuated. And more than a little turned on. And I hadn't even seen your face yet!
So what next? Well, I don't actually remember the details -- only a vague sense of excitement and impatience. I did introduce myself, we did talk. Against all odds, you actually seemed to enjoy my company.
In fact, I believe that it was you who suggested we leave. I'd be damned if I would refuse that offer.
So we made a hasty exit across the grounds instead of back through the party.
Found a taxi and made our way back to my apartment.
I walk out of the kitchen into the living room and see you, again, from behind. This time, your standing out the large windows which overlook the city. I put the champagne glasses on the large dining table which stands in the middle of the room, forgetting about them immediately.
Walking up behind you, I take you in my arms and you melt back into me. We stand like that for a while, enjoying each other's company and drinking in the sights of the night.
Eventually, my mind starts to wander, not surprising really, given that I have a lovely view over your shoulder at the firm breasts just below. Inevitably, I begin to grow in my trousers, slowly extending down as my desire grows. Clearly you can feel it pressing against you when I notice you starting to gently sway your hips, rubbing yourself against me. With the movement, albeit slight, I can still feel you moving against me, I can feel that there is not an ounce of fat on your body, your beautifully sculptured muscles rippling beneath me. The feeling is so erotic, any reservations I may have still had immediately left my head, along with the last vestiges of restraint.
I lean down and trail soft kisses across your shoulder, steadily moving to the nape of your neck and then up to your ear. You breathe in sharply as I take the ear into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue.
As I continue to tease you, I loosen my arms from around you, simply holding my hands on your belly. You lift your hands above your head, surrendering to my touch and I start to run my fingers up your side, tracing them back across your shoulders and then, stepping back, dragging my nails lightly down your back. Watching as goose-bumps immediately appear and you shiver in pleasure. All the way to the base of your spine before turning around and heading back up, this time next to the spine itself.
As my hands rise, I unclasp the back of your dress before tracing the base of your neck around to the front. You tilt your head back as my hands reach your throat, your arms still above you holding onto my head. You are extremely vulnerable in this position, giving yourself to me completely. So, with one hand still holding your chin, the other reaches for the tie around my neck, pulling it loose and over my head. I place it over your eyes, taking my other hand away to tighten the knot behind your head and making a blindfold for you.
Stepping in again, I now trace my fingers down your neck and across your shoulders, encouraging you to lower your arms with my touch. As my hands continue down your arms, I slowly peel the sleeves of your dress down with them.
As the dress lowers, your breasts spring free. The pierced nipples standing so stiff, they are making your pert breasts stand out as if they were tipis. I'm mesmerised at this sight, I've never liked large breasts, but these? These are amazing. My hands leave yours now and with the dress hanging around your hips, I reach back across your waist, tracing the muscles across your belly and up to cup both of your breasts, again leaning in to kiss your neck as I gently cup your breasts and squeeze your nipples.
You reach up and take my left hand, dragging it down your belly again and resting it on your sex. I rub you there, cupping you with my hand while you grind underneath me. I can feel the soft fabric of your panties sliding underneath your dress, obviously, the rough lace is helping stimulate you. I can feel the heat radiating from between your legs. Your grinding of your clit against my hand is also grinding your butt against my now very hard cock.
I wrap my arms around you, pulling you close and then lifting you into the air.
Turning away from the window, I carry you the 4 steps across the room until we're standing next to the table. Although, of course, you don't know that...
I hold one hand against your hip and the other slowly but firmly pushing between your shoulders. Taking my lead you bend over, realising quickly that the table is under your hips and laying down on it completely.
Its height means that you either have to bend your knees slightly so that you can rest your complete weight on the table itself, or you stand and push your but into the air. You choose the second and I can see all the muscles in your legs standing out with the strain.
Watching you there, I remove my belt and use it to bind your wrists behind you.
