She unzipped him expertly yet the smile on her face suggested she had never done this before. There is an exquisite tension between a young woman's consciousness of her own beauty and an older man realizing fantasy can become reality.
She moved like a gentle flowing stream across the room. A hundred pairs of eyes followed her, drinking in the wellspring of her youthful beauty. They recognized her from photographs. Mitchell gazed at the unmistakably familiar angelic face radiating like a painting of a classical nymphet creature, unifying innocence and sensuousness, temptation with desire. Something about it was familiar. Not just from his leering over her magazine spreads but a deeper memory was awakened that he could not bring to consciousness. He became lost in the white silk evening gown that was sprayed onto her petite curvaceous body. Longed for the hint of her shapely legs and thighs appearing momentarily as she walked from the slit down one side. The halter strap around her neck pulled her pert round breasts together in a breathtaking cleavage and her firm flesh cupped within the filmy silk triangles of fabric. The faintest trace of her nipples making an outline against the filmy silk stretched over them tightly. The neckline plunged to her navel where a jeweled butterfly stud glistened in the ballroom lights.
Like all the men here tonight Mitchell had donated a fortune to see her and the other models that scattered the ballroom glistening like diamonds and sashaying around the dance floor. All the men were older than 40 and totally entranced by the wanton display of youthful flesh that surrounded them. The dance cards they had purchased saw to it that they could hold these lithe young creatures for a few moments and shiver as they inhaled their perfume and drooled over their luscious bodies. Mitchell had danced with a few this evening but his mind was perpetually drawn back to her.
Mitchell noticed that towards the end of the evening the men fuelled by alcohol began to grind against their partners. The girls, some of them gold-diggers encouraged them. Some couples disappeared into dark corners and the garden terrace. Tiffanie had had her share of over enthusiastic men who pawed her clumsily and pressed their hopelessly erections against her warm lithe body. She did nothing to encourage them. She didn't have to her image and the fantasy each man held for her drove them to it. She remained the picture of grace the image of innocence and the pinnacle of desire. Mitchell looked at his iPhone to see the image of his next dance. Tiffanies image smiled at him from the screen. He walked towards her as she finished the dance with a man who was almost shivering with desire, reluctant to let go of her, enchanted by her. He pulled his jacket around to conceal the unmistakable lump in his pants.
" Hi, I'm Tiffanie I guess you are my last dance for this evening."
Mitchell nodded and inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume.
"I'm Mitchell O'Toole. My company sells lots of your family's garments."
Not a great opening line he mused but thinking and acting in her presence was difficult. She smiled warmly and took his hand, leading him to a darker part of the dance floor. He took her hand and slid his other around her slender waist. The warmth of her body beneath the sheer white silk, the curve of her hip made his hand quiver. The scent of her was not like any perfume he knew. It was more overt than that it was clearly the scent of a woman's sex. He inhaled it feverishly as she gazed up at him. Wordlessly he held her and she moved against him with a familiarity and warmth that only long time lovers know. She smiled up at him and rose up to kiss him sweetly and gently on the lips. It was a kiss so short as to barely brush his lips, but the taste was strangely familiar and he felt a feint tingle that made him sigh and his heart rate quicken. The dance found them lost in each other's eyes. Her body moved against his with the grace of a prima ballerina and the sensuousness of a private dancer. The band stopped playing and she stood on her tiptoes to whisper into his ear.
" I want you! Lets go into the garden for some fresh air."
She kissed him again. This time for a longer time and filled with the proof of the words she had whispered to him. His lips tingled even more he was reluctant to disentangle himself from her but he shakily did so and took her hand and let her lead him to the Terrace garden. Here and there in the moonlight young women were seducing men. Men groped them wantonly. Tiffanie glided past them smiling and leading him deeper into the garden towards a summerhouse. It was empty; no others had thought to move further beyond the lighted garden. She turned and kissed him again and he took her in his arms and melted into her lips. The desire to move his hand from her slender waist to her delicious ass overtook him and he felt the curves and warmth combine beneath his touch. She moaned quietly encouraging him. Her body pressing against his, she broke the kiss and turned so that her hot buns pressed against his manhood, which was already painfully hard. He kissed her slender neck and found her lips again and they kissed longingly.
She broke the kiss and smiled and turned around so he could press up against the shiny silk that clung to her perfect ass, his cock pressed between the cleft of her ass and half way up her back. His hands moved from her waist to her breasts, the smooth skin and the weight of them in his palms as he lifted them and teased the nipples sending shivers of pleasure through him. His cock trapped in the tuxedo pants touched silk clad ass and she ground against him lightly to tease his burgeoning erection even more. Her lips sliding across his sensuously nibbling his lips and lancing her tongue into his mouth emulating how she wanted his cock to penetrate her. He felt the warmth of her skin beneath the flimsy silk he moved his hand to the slit in her dress at her hip sliding it onto her warm smooth skin and finding her tiny silk panties and feeling the trace of dampness seeping through them. He resumed fondling her breasts and kissed her neck and ears as she gyrated seductively against his thick cock
She began kissing him excitedly as his dexterous fingers moved below to dance across her ever-dampening panties. Her own fingers traced teasing outlines with her fingernails over his bulging cock. She sighed breathily and circled his throbbing cock with her free hand, wrapped her fingers around his cock and began to tease his cock trapped in his pants. He was hopelessly excited as her expert fingers stroked his cock slowly then rose to a frenzy. He groped feverishly at her tits and lost himself in her wet mouth as she kissed him as frantically as her fingers were moving up and down his distorted shaft. He kissed her again and again pressing his hugeness against her shivering with desire. She ground against him wantonly and leaned back as he covered her neck with kisses and slid a hand beneath her halter to pinch her nipple. She giggled sweetly.
" Make me cum." She whispered sexily between kisses.
His fingers were already caressing her damp panties. He had parted the sweet young pussy lips and found her clit and began to massage it. He was encouraged by her sweet moans and pushed his fingers inside the diaphanous panties. His fingers encountered her abundant wetness and the smooth pleasure of her labia. He massaged her clit expertly. He prided himself on pleasuring his women with his fingers and mouth and in moments she writhed like a snake slithering against him. Her breathing quickening her sweet moans and breathy sighs punctuating the night air, she began to shiver and then was ceased by a convulsion. Her orgasm was violent and as if her whole being had escaped from her, as he pinched her nipple hard and pressed his finger tightly against her clit as she convulsed and felt the spray of her excitement cover his hand and seep into her tiny silk panties. She finished her pleasure by breaking from his arms turning and kissing him more passionately than ever before and with an urgency that revealed the depth of her desire for him. When the kiss ended she stood back and reached beneath her tight dress and slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She smiled at him and twirled the tiny white silk g --string around her fingers. She kissed him again and held the wet panties against his face. The perfume he had inhaled when he had first met her filled his senses. His imagination flooded by images of her curvaceous body writhing beneath his insistent thrusts. She reached down and ran her long pink painted fingernails across the over excited lump in his pants. He shivered with expectation. She unzipped him and slid her hand inside and he felt her flesh against his hard cock. She took the panties from his nose and smiled as she pushed them into his pants and wrapped his burgeoning cock in them. She slid the soft shiny silk up and down his shaft a few times until he moaned loudly and his cock throbbed violently, then quickly withdrew her hand and zipped him up again.
" You'll find my cell phone number in gold on the string of those. Call me after midnight and I'll tell you where to come."
She kissed him sweetly again. So gently as to almost evoke a dream, so passionate restrained, so exquisitely sensual. The postponement of their encounter burning inside them both slowly and seductively, the deep want and desire filling every pore alerting every sense.
Mitchell removed the silken panties in the bathroom and copied the number into his phone, pausing repeatedly to inhale the scent of her that lingered on them. Each breath preempted and fueled his excitement. He half expected to hear his alarm ring and awaken from the dream that had just unfolded but the scent was present as was the insistent and aching erection in his pants. At thirty seconds to midnight he pressed the speed dial and lay back against the leather upholstery of his cars rear seat as the driver awaited his instructions.
" Hello... Tiffanie?"
"Still want me Mitchell?" She purred.