You had been thinking about going this party for some time. It had been a while since you went out on your own and you were determined not to end the night alone. You'd roamed through the rooms looking for new faces and exhausted all the small talk you were interested in maintaining. Now sipping your second drink you wonder if this was a good idea. You could really use a decent fuck, but is there anyone here who catches your eye and makes your mouth water? So far most of the men you watched from your seat you rejected for obvious reasons: not fit enough, girl (or guy) hanging on his arm, or distinct lack of style. But wait a moment...HE looks pretty good. He just entered and hung up his hat by the door. He hugs the hostess and you watch him hungrily as he moves about the room, shaking hands and making light pleasantries, wondering what's under his well-fitted outfit.
As naughty thoughts start to bubble and fizz in your mind, you look away for a moment, checking your purse for essentials. When you look up he's disappeared! You curse internally at the knot of people that obscured your view and now he's moved elsewhere, damnit! You don't want to leap up and chase him; that would be undignified. He just arrived, he'll appear again and then you'll saunter over and make introductions. See if your seduction skills are still sharp. The tight black dress you're wearing is accenting your figure well and showing a generous amount of leg. Your confidence is brimming and you know you can get what you want tonight.
Even as these thoughts pass through your mind you tip your glass to your lips and a movement in the corner of your eye alerts you to someone sitting beside you. It's him, looking at you and smiling! The second stretches into a cacophony of flurried thoughts. What should your opening line be? How'd he sneak up like that? Do you know him? He's pretty damn hot, or is that the drink? He's reaching out for a handshake?
Your mouth opens to make an introduction when you are stopped cold by his hand settling on your thigh above the knee. Your breath catches at the audacity of this man and you reflexively prepare a protest when your eyes meet. There's another long second where you stare at each other and you know. You just KNOW that you want him and that he wants what you want with equal ferocity. He strokes your soft smooth leg as your eyes lock and hold each other's gaze. His fingers can feel the tone of your muscles under the hose. Still no words are spoken as you break first and glance at his hand, not bothering to move it. Your smile widens artfully, communicating everything from your acceptance of his offer to your building hunger. He brazenly strokes your leg, fingers turned to your inner thigh and you look into his eyes again and almost unconsciously flick your tongue tip over your lips. It was almost too quick to catch but you know he saw.
Now his gaze wavers and he shamelessly looks at your body. He stares at your breasts and legs and your body-hugging black dress and you can almost hear his heart pounding faster. Or maybe that's your own. You quickly look around you at the crowd. The party is in full swing and everybody's distracted. The only eyes on you appear to be his and he is devouring every inch of you visually. You stand up and bite your lip seductively when he looks at you with an unspoken question. You then turn, walking away toward the staircase with pure, 24-karat confidence that he is not far behind. You know this house well. The hostess would probably be cheering you on if she knew what
you were about to do. And the thought of what you are about to do is making your already sensitive and aroused nipples stiffen and your pussy throb gently, threatening to become a pulse that will shake your pelvis.