For 6 months, I stayed in, looking through pictures, running through conversations in my head, trying to pinpoint why. Why couldn't he love me? What was wrong with me? Did I have some horrible flaw that made me unlovable? Yes, it was that bad. Until last week. Well where do I begin? As you know, the company I work for won a major contract (helped by my excellent negotiating skills - of course ) and Head Office was impressed. So a champagne dinner for all and talks of big bonuses come April.
Well, I couldn't get out of it, plus it was a good opportunity to network, what with other companies attending. Yes, they were downright cheap and hosting a meet and greet of potential customers as well as a "you done good" party. But it was all work. And at this point work seemed to be all I could rely on. Remember how excited I was when I called you up screaming about that dress? Oh yeah, never thought I could carry off a dress like that, but the sales assistant had been very persuasive. A semi-transparent wrap around marine top teamed with floaty black skirt to show off my ample assets, but discreet enough with a jacket to wear to an office 'do'. Well, lets just say I felt daring that day!
I hadn't felt that daring since Jules left and I liked the feeling. An hour into the party though, my balloon had burst. Feeling downright awkward in the same room as those gorgeous, thin, teens in spray-on micro-minis. Sighing, I kept desperately trying to suck my tummy in. OK, you know me; it was off to a corner with a plate of nibbles and some liquid refreshment. That's when it happened. Ever been punched in the gut? No? Well that's how I felt when I first saw HIM. Poleaxed. Breathless. Hmm, cliche after cliche popped into my head. "...across a crowded room..." and all that jazz. Must have had my mouth hanging open, drooling or something.
All my lust hazed staring must have bored a hole through him because I swear he looked right at me and smirked! Pale blue eyes, spiky black hair, classic boy-next-door looks and lips like sin. Mmm ... if Lucifer were made human, he would choose this body. He was comfortable yet alert. Everything about him was suggestive. My mouth watered as I imagined what I could do to that body. I wanted to devour him. Rip his clothes off and taste his skin, bury my face in his thighs and purr. Most of all, I wanted to ram his cock into my hungry pussy and grind my bottom on his hips till I'd satisfied my feverish lust.
I could feel a wave of heat wash over me as we connected for a brief second. Then the object of my desire was accosted by a giggling string bean. "Ah well" I thought, "at least I know now I'm still alive and kicking". I'd just settled down my corner of the room, when I felt something brush up against me. I looked up and he was standing there, right in front of me. I swallowed nervously, tongue-tied and picking up a heady scent, mellow and male. I tried to arrange my facial muscles in the semblance of a smile and failed miserably. My mind raced, trying to find something to say.
He perched on the arm of the chair besides me and politely offered his hand. "Hi, I'm Zach" he said, introducing himself so politely. I managed to stammer out my name and slid my palm over his. I could have sworn I felt a sizzle from that skin on skin connection spiralling outwards, making butterflies in my tummy, and tightening my nipples to painful hardness. Much lower a slow heat pooled between my thighs. Oh my God, I was trembling all over from a single handshake.
