I would like to take this opportunity to thank angel love for her editing skills on this story.
Me and Tasha had arrived at 8:00pm and parked in the garage under the hotel. There were other people parking at the same time as us and Tasha took notice of the lovely evening gowns they all wore. As they got into the cramped elevator, it struck Tasha as funny that all these fancy dressed people were crammed into this tiny bland grey garage elevator! Tasha squeezed my hand as my corporate parties always made her nervous and she did not want to make a fool of herself and ruin my chances of climbing the corporate ladder!
Tasha looked around and I was gone. "Where the hell has he gone to?" she asked herself.
She took stock of the women around her. As much as she did not want to make a fool out of herself for her husband's career sake, she also did not want any woman thinking that Mark did not have something good to come home to. The women were all dressed provocatively craving the attention of the males or at least to look better than the other females in the room.
There was the older woman at the bar. She had brown hair with strategically placed grey streaks. Her backless gown showed some of her best assets – her lovely shoulder blades and nice butt. The gown was high on her neck in the front and Tasha realized that the poor woman had no bust to match her sweet ass.
"Too bad; she would look much better if she did," Tasha thought.
There was the twenty-something year old clinging onto the divorced fifty year old vice president. "What a pair!" she thought.
Though he was 50, he was extraordinarily good looking. It was obvious that he spent more time in front of the mirror than most women did! His date looked somewhat store-bought. Her thick, long bottle blonde hair flowed down to her shoulders swinging out casually. Her light brown eyebrows showed her real hair color. Her gown was light blue but very attractive next to her tanning-bed toned skin. Naturally, her teeth were perfectly straight and she wore natural pearls around her neck.
Tasha giggled when she looked at the woman's arms versus the size of her breasts. The woman's arms were anorexic and her breasts were huge! Silicone had replaced diamonds as a girl's best friend!
"What bra size?" I asked as I snuck up beside my wife.
Tasha pretended to not know, what he was talking about and feigned ignorance. "My dear," she said with a fake British Royalty accent, "I know not what you speak of!"
"Her tits honey!" I said quietly, "they're enormous"
Tasha laughed at my lack of candor. "They're double d's, but she isn't wearing a bra, so there really isn't any size at all!"
