A string of pearls has the power to conjure up some of the most delectably dirty desires all while having this air of timeless elegance and grace. So delicate and simple, accentuating wherever it gently lays. No matter what you decide to wear, from a simple pair of jeans and blouse to a gorgeous floor length gown, a string of pearls will always exude a subtle amount of sensuality.
Which is exactly how I felt at that moment, standing next to him as we were greeted by his boss and some of his colleagues. Everyone was very friendly and laid back, dressy casual being the choice of style for this Christmas party. Of course, there were touches of the traditional Christmas flair; red and green mixing with silver and gold, velvet and silk and lace mixing with tulle embedded with diamonds and sparkles. A perfect touch of elegance for a semi-casual get together.
My emerald velvet dress felt amazing against my body, sitting right above my knees with the low v-cut draping down right underneath my breasts. It did reveal a little more than I had intended for tonight's party. However, judging by the look I received from him when I walked downstairs and asked him to zip it up, I knew it was the one. It also gave more attention to the beautiful antique cream double strand pearl necklace and matching studs I adorned with the cream peep toe platform heels pulling the whole outfit together and also making my legs look fucking fantastic.
The entertainment was something I didn't expect. A classically trained pianist from Juilliard who played both classic and newer Christmas songs flawlessly and with so much warmth and passion. The surprising part? It was his boss' wife. They had met shortly after she graduated from Juilliard and married just a few years later, staying happily married for over thirty years. Both of them supported each other in pursuing their passions with him starting up his own company and her becoming a professional pianist, playing with some of the world's most renowned orchestras. It's so nice to see a long-term marriage that both people still loved and supported each other after all these years.
My mind drifted back to reality as his hand slid from the small of my back to around my hip, squeezing lightly as I looked up at him. A burgundy sweater over top of a white button down dress shirt was the perfect outfit for a Christmas party without going too overboard. Black pants and black ankle boots gave the look a comfortable but still dressy look, and the silver and red Rolex complimented the outfit nicely and was an incredible turn on for me.
Which wasn't made any better by him taking every opportunity to touch or tease or torture me in many devious ways that would go unnoticed by the other party goers. First it was a hand on my ass waiting for drinks at the open bar. Then a hand sliding dangerously close to the hem of my panties underneath the long and perfectly decorated dinner table. Then it started getting more daring with stolen kisses in closed off hallways as we excused ourselves to the bathroom.
Not that I minded much, but do you know how hard it is to talk with the wife of your boyfriend's boss, chatting casually about romantic era classical music while his hand is halfway up your dress and act like nothing is going on?
As the night gradually drew to a close, most of the party attendees were either saying their goodbyes or relishing in the bar as they talked business. However, we decided to enjoy the incredible view of the night skyline from the penthouse's beautiful wraparound terrace. The minimalistic metal melding with the thin frosted glass almost made you feel like you were walking on air, which made way for the most incredible adrenaline rush.
This coupled with the inconceivable amount of lust and need that was simmering throughout my body started to make me feel lightheaded and it took all the strength in the world for me not to faint when I felt his hand slide over the small of my back.
"Are you cold?" He said as his eyes scanned over the beautiful view. I could hear that damn grin in his voice indicating he knew just how much I was affected by him.
"Not in the slightest."
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he nuzzled the spot right above where he "accidentally" bit me while kissing my neck this morning when we were cleaning up after breakfast. Makeup really is a beautiful thing. "What is going through that pretty little head of yours?"
"It's breathtaking out here at night," I murmured and lightly grabbed the glass railing.
I caught him looking down over my shoulder as he said, "I think my view is much better."
"Making up for lost time?" I quipped and turned around to lean against the railing. I pulled him into me, craving both the warmth of his body and his delicious scent. "You know, since you behaved so well in there?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." His hands slid up and down my sides as the wide grin said everything.
"Uh huh."
We both laughed and stood there, staring at each other for what felt like forever and embracing this moment of solitude to enjoy each other. I started getting even hotter when he pulled back just a little and slowly looked me up and down. "What?"
"Hmm nothing. Just thinking how truly exquisite you look tonight."
I could feel the burning in my cheeks at his comment. Yep, makeup is a beautiful thing.
Caressing my hand gently down his chest, I admired his outfit but also imagined the incredible body underneath. I remembered all the passion and ecstasy and love he's brought me since our first encounter, inhaling deeply and then exhaling with a slight shudder as I tried to compose myself. "You don't look too bad yourself."
"I try," He chuckled low as his finger traced underneath my pearl necklace, my skin burning as his finger grazed over my neck.
"They're a graduation gift from my grandparents. My grandmother especially wanted me to have a nice necklace instead of the costume jewelry she always saw me wearing, so she passed them down to me."
"She has amazing taste," He mumbled as his finger moved to trace over the pearl necklace and slowly down over my collarbone. He continued his slow descent down my chest, gliding dangerously close to the top of my dress where my cleavage was on full display. My breathing hitched and I bit my lip as he looked up at me, his finger slowly teasing over my skin.
The sound of heels clicking on the marble floor made us turn our heads to the double French doors, seeing a small group of women chatting happily as they obliviously walked back to the party. Suddenly I was turned around to face the railing, grabbing onto it mostly to steady myself from the arousal that pumped forcefully through my veins.
"Keep staring at this gorgeous skyline, sweetheart," He whispered into my ear. His sigh against my ear had my eyes rolling back as his hand slid up to rest on my hip. "Don't look anywhere else and trust me. Everyone else has either left or is on the other side of the penthouse enjoying the party. No one will see what we're doing from any..."
"I've needed you since we started getting dressed for this, so I really could care less who watches us right now."
He groaned and guided me over to the other side of the terrace away from the door, lightly pushing my back against the railing. His strong hand slid over the back of my neck and pulled me closer, kissing me hard as his hand caressed over the back of my neck. The stray hairs coming down from my updo tickled my neck as his lips pulled from mine, his tongue skimming over the pulse point where my jaw met my neck and causing a combination of a chuckle and a moan to escape from my lips.
"Do you think we can get away with fucking on your boss' terrace while everyone is inside?"
"Only if you're quiet." There's that damn grin again.
"Oh you're one to talk. You were the one that almost got us caught when I was blowing you in the bathroom while we were in Fiji."
His hands slid my dress up and turned me around to slightly bend over the railing, his hand dragging down to caress my ass. "Do you want me to bring up the theater?"
Damn. "Point taken," I sighed. "Can we just agree we're both loud."
"Agreed," He chuckled and leaned down to my ear, softly biting it. "So do you think you can keep quiet, sweetheart?"
I nodded, my heart racing with excitement both for him and also how at any moment we could get caught. His fingers slowly traced up the inside of my thigh and teased my swollen pussy through the cream lace panties, my hand covering my mouth to stop the escaping moan.
