It was a Sunday night, and I was at this fundraiser thrown by my wife's office. Normally I'm not a big fan of parties, but my wife dragged me in, by lots and lots of begging; but I still believe I should have said no.
It was awkward. All the people were from her office, and she was friends with them, and some of their spouses; but I knew nobody. So, I just stood by awkwardly with my drink, as my wife gossiped with her friends.
That was all of it, till I noticed someone staring at me, from far away. A beautiful brunette woman, in a beautiful red dress that complimented her body perfectly, and most importantly, I knew her.
It was Bella. My ex-girlfriend, from high school, whom I haven't seen in almost 10 years.
She quickly looked away, and started laughing at a guy's joke, who I'm guessing was her husband.
I wanted to talk to her so badly, but I couldn't; not while my wife is standing by me. It will be hell to explain it to her.
But chance came, after about half an hour or so, she had to go on the stage, to make a speech, and I sneaked away. She was standing alone in a corner, cause her husband had to go up to the stage too.
I sneaked by her and whispered, "small world," hoping to surprise her. But she wasn't- as if she was expecting this.
"Yes, it is," she said and looked at me. Then she nudged her head towards the door, and walked away. I followed shortly after.
We were walking side by side by a pool, as she said, "so, I'm guessing you finally were ready to get married, guess the problem was me."
"Bella, no," I said, quickly, "I wanted to it be you. Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake of my life. I wanted to get back with you, but you were gone. You changed school and left town."
"Well, it was hard for me. It still is," she said and looked up at me, "it's been good to see you, but I need to get back to the party." She said and turned around to get back to the party.
But I couldn't just let her go, not again. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her around. She smashed into me with a gasp and I kissed at. At first, she didn't know what to do, but then she kissed me back.
But, after a bit, she broke the kiss and took a step back. "Not here," she said.
I knew that too. It was too risky. So, I grabbed her wrist, and pulled her after me; she followed. I guided her to the garage, to my car. I unlocked the door and she got in.
It was a quite drive. Neither of us knew what to say. And it worked out. We needed to think. We were already filled up with thoughts of our spouses.
I got us checked into a hotel room, and we walked up to the door. I unlocked the door and we walked in. I turned on the lights and we faced each other. Neither of us knew what to do. But instinct took over. I moved in and kissed her. And she kissed back.
It was wile. Lust build up over 10 years, and it showed. I guided her backwards to the bed, I took off my suit, and she unzipped her dress, and the top part was off, it was hanging from her waist. Underneath, she was wearing a thin black bra, and I could see her nipples thorough it.
She got on the bed and kneeled in front of me, all the while kissing me wildly. I took off my tie and broke the kiss. She knew what to do, and pulled her hands up. We knew the drill.