The organization's fundraising dinner/dance was tonight. I had been looking forward to getting all dressed up, for it wasn't something that I had the opportunity to do often. This year it would be different. I had been working out throughout the year toning up my body and I found a gown to accentuate my curves. I was normally a very conservative dresser, never wearing anything that showed much cleavage, but tonight I wanted to have fun and show a little skin.
I admired myself in the mirror with my black bra, panties, and black stockings. Too bad my gown wasn't see-through for those that I wanted it to be. My husband chose not to attend the event because he wasn't feeling that well. I was on my own.
I slipped the sleeveless v-neck black gown over my head and swayed my hips back and forth until the skirt fell into place. Reaching behind, I zipped up the back and did a little twirl to watch the skirt flow around my body. The neckline showed off just a hint of cleavage, more than any of my colleagues had seen before. My breasts fit perfectly into the gown and it hugged me like a glove. I liked what I saw. In fact, the gown fit so well that I wondered if I could go without my bra tonight.
I reached behind me and unzipped the dress. First pulling the material down over my shoulders and then unhooking my bra, I watched as I revealed my breasts in the mirror. God had been good to me, I thought. I lifted the front of the dress back over my breasts and adjusted each one to fit inside the formed cups in the material. It was perfect.
I decided to wear my long light-brown hair down around my shoulders tonight. A few turns of the curling iron gave it the soft waves and curves that made it bounce. I leaned towards the mirror and outlined my full lips with my lip liner and then with some deep natural lipstick. I wanted my lips to look wet and inviting.... for whomever might be looking. There was something exciting about being wanted by other men, even if I couldn't have them. My motto was 'It's the invitation that counts, even if you don't join the party.'
I arrived at the front door of the restaurant and a kind, older gentleman opened the door for me.
"All alone tonight?" he asked.
"Sure am," I replied.
"Well I hope we get a chance to talk," he commented as he watched me walk in. I smiled and proceeded to walk into the hall.
I immediately was greeted by a few women coworkers as they took my coat. Many people that I worked with had volunteered to help at the event. We laughed and chatted about how wonderful and elegant everyone looked.
"Lisa, you look awesome tonight," one woman said to me.
"Wow!" mentioned another.
I was afraid it was all going to my head. I enjoyed the attention but there were only a few coworkers there that I really wanted to impress.
After giving my coat, I worked my way further into the place. There he was in a tuxedo, looking so fine. "Mmmm baby," I thought to myself.
Mike and I were close friends and colleagues. We worked together on several projects. He was my dear friend at the office and we knew how to relate to each other on many levels. It had always been a perfect working relationship...and personal friendship. The connection we had always amazed me, almost as if there were something psychic. If our personal situations had been different, I would have pursued him more, but we were both happily married with families of our own. But every so often I would have sexual dreams about him and would wake up so horny that my husband didn't know what hit me. Sometimes I wished that they weren't just dreams.
Mike glanced at me, and it seemed as if he didn't recognize me. Then he turned his head and looked again. A big smile appeared on his face and our eyes locked. He had such mesmerizing eyes and a sexy smile. As I walked up to him, I noticed he was checking me out, from head to toe.
"You look.... wow!" he said, almost as if he were out of breath.
"Thanks, you look awesome yourself," I replied.
"Where's Carrie?" I asked, referring to his wife.
"She had to visit her parents tonight."
"When the cat's away....," I said with a grin and a devilish look in my eye.
He returned the look and said, "I'll talk to YOU later. I have to finish greeting the guests."
"I'll count on it," I said and I brushed against his hip as I sauntered off to the side with a smile.
As the evening progressed, I mingled with my coworkers and potential rich donors. I didn't get much chance to talk to Mike, for he was busy shmoozing with those that might give money to the foundation. Everytime I glanced his way, however, it was as if he could feel it, and our eyes would meet with a smile from across the room.
After dinner, we were able to relax a bit, so I found my way to the bar.
"Black Russian, please," I asked the bartender.
"Sure you can handle it, lady?" a voice said softly from behind. I felt someone push up against me as I turned my head. It was Mike.
"I don't know, if I can't handle it, maybe you can handle me." I said, teasing.
"Don't make promises you can't keep," he said as he moved to stand beside me.
A huge grin appeared on my face. He always had a way with flirty words, but we had an understanding that words would be all that we would exchange. I was afraid, however, that tonight it wouldn't stop with just the words.
