It's early in the morning and Matt is sitting in his car staring at a building. Not just any building, a building that Monique works at. The woman he fucked several weeks ago, but it seems like yesterday to him. He's addicted! The sex they had was the best he had in a long time and he wants more. Since the first time he went to his friend's job and saw her sitting at a desk, he wanted her. She's exactly what he dreamed. She's smart, beautiful, thick, older and African American.
Every time he went to the firm to see his friend, he talked to her. She's his friend's assistant. Their conversation was short, but it made his day. For months, he would talk to her. Many times, he wanted to ask her out, but he was afraid she would decline the offer. On a nightly, he would go over how he would ask her out. Then his mind drifts into his erotic world that'll have him masturbate thinking about her. He leans his head back closing his eyes as his mind floods to the night he fucked her.
He was in his friend's Rodney office talking about her. Rod smiled at his friend when an idea came to his mind.
"Why don't you come to our holiday party at the Marriot Marquis? She'll be there. She always there because she's in charge of the event" Rodney mentioned.
Matt eyes became wide as he stared at him. He's stoked!
"That'll be perfect. Thanks man," he said as he pulled out his phone.
He was about to make reservations to the hotel, he paused.
"What if she doesn't want to be bother with me? She might look at me like a kid or something. Shit, I wouldn't know what to say to her. Maybe I shouldn't go," he said.
Rod shook his head.
"The worst thing she can say is no."
"Exactly! I would never be able to handle her rejection. I mean, look at her," Matt said as he stared at her from the glass wall.
Rod pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Listen, she might not reject you. I have seen her reject people. Guys and a few girls. I think she likes you," he said.
Matt stared at his best friend.
"Are you sure?"
"As many times you came here and talked to her, I know she does. And you're going to find out at the holiday party," Rod said pointing his finger at his best friend.
"You don't think she'll reject me because of our age? It's about twenty years, right? I could care less, but she might find it awkward," he said as he looked to his friend for reassurance.
"If that's the case then it's her loss. You're a great guy," Rod said.
Matt smiled and nodded. He said his goodbyes and he left his office. He saw Monique by the windows staring.
He stared at her body from head to toe.
"Hey," he said.
She turned and smiled.
"Hey! Everything went well?" she asked.
He smiled.
"It went great. Thanks," he answered.
Her smile widened before she turned back around to continue staring. He stared at his phone as he reserved a suite to the hotel. He stared out the window and then at the gorgeous thick woman as he thought December 14 can't come quick enough. She turned on her heels and stared at him.
"Is there something you need?" she questioned.
He wanted to say her, but just smiled and answered.
"Just admiring the view like you are."
She smiled again.
"It is a beautiful view isn't it?"
"Breathtaking," he answered.
He wanted to stare directly into her eyes when he answered, but he kept his eyes at the window.
"It's good seeing you, Matt. You enjoy the rest of your day," she told him as she sat in her chair.
He responded with "You too" and head out. He counted the days until he saw her again.
The day arrived and he got to the party near towards the end. He went to a bar before going to the party. He was nervous and wanted a drink before going. He was tipsy as enter the hotel. He went to the front desk to retrieve his key card first. Then as he walked into the hall, he saw Rod heading out.
"Hey, the party is almost over," he told him.
"Yeah, I'm really sorry. I'm a nervous wreck. Is Monique still here?" he asked.
Rod turned around and pointed towards the DJ's booth. He smiled and stared at Rod.
"Good looking out, man. I appreciate this," he said as he shook Rod's hand.
"Good luck," Rod said as he headed out.
The DJ was still jamming. Matt went to the bar and asked for a bottle of beer. He tipped the bartender and drank some of it. He bobbed his head to the music as he headed to the dance floor. With the bottle in his right hand, he danced alone trying to get Monique's attention. It worked as she noticed him, but pretended as she went to get a herself a drink. A couple of songs later, he decided to sit at one of the booths. He closed his eyes to take a breather.
"Great moves out there," a woman's voice said.
He opened his eyes to see Monique standing near the booth. His heart skipped a beat as he sits forward. Damn, she looks gorgeous in her evening gown. Her curls rest on her shoulders as she held a glass of white wine in her hand. Her nails painted gold to match her dress. He cleared his throat as erotic thoughts flooded his mind.
"Oh, thank you. I wouldn't mind dancing with you," he told her.
She smiled as she swirled her drink. She took a sip. He stared at how her lips pressed on the glass as she sipped. His cock throbbed slightly.
"Are you sure you up for it? You look tired already," she said smirking as she placed the empty glass on the table.
Without hesitating, he moved from the booth and stood in front of her. Her perfume invading his nostrils.
"Come on," he said as he gripped her wrist.
They head to the dance floor. BeyoncΓ©'s song "DΓ©jΓ vu" played on the speakers. She started dancing around him with her hand lightly grazed his shoulders. Goosebumps raise on his skin as he tried to stare at her. Her movements were like a professional dancer. The way she wiggled her hips were of a belly dancer. Her ass shaking was like a stripper. The way she danced on her toes were like a ballet dancer. She was in her own world as she danced with Matt. She had grind on her ass on his crotch and he immediately became hard. He was scared as he thought she would stop, but she didn't. She reached behind her and grabbed his hands placing them on her hips. He started grinding on her.
"Fuck," he said under his breath.
She turned around and lift her leg up to his waist and locked it around him as her arms went around his neck. Her face so close to his, she can smell the beer on his lips. She smiled. The song ended and she pulled away.
"Ummm, damn! You got moves," he said as he tugged on his jacket.
His erection obvious. She stared at it biting her bottom lip. He chuckled nervously still tugging on his jacket.
"Did I turned you on with my dancing?" she asked.
Shocked by her question, his cheek turned red. He cleared his throat.
"Not just from your dancing," he answered.
She narrowed her eyes as she stared up at him.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
A smile crept on his face as an idea popped in his head. He looked around the hall and noticed people beginning to leave.
"I could show you better than telling," he said confidently.
She slowly stared him up and down. Her expression unreadable as she breathed deeply. She took a step back and walked away. His heart sank! The confidence he had evaporated instantly. He felt stupid for what he said. He slowly walked out of the hall with slightly slump shoulders. He headed to the elevator and pushed the button. With his hands in his pockets, he waited. He paid a lot of money for the room. He might as well head up and get some sleep.
"Where are you going?" a voice asked.
He turned around to see Monique standing behind him with her coat, purse and a bottle of wine. Relief consumed him as he smiled.
"I thought you weren't interested," he told her.
"Oh no, definitely interested. I needed to get my stuff. I guess the way I walked away made you think otherwise, huh?"
She watched as he slowly nodded his head. She placed her hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to think that way," she paused as she gave him a once over.
She moved close to him as she whispered, "Besides, I want to see what you're working with."
She smiled as she gave him a wink.