The first time I met Sarah was at an office party, six days before Christmas and from the moment she said hello I knew I was in trouble.
She had these massive green eyes and a cheeky little smile that screamed naughty girl. All in a face that looked totally innocent at first glance. Cute upturned nose and small dimples in her cheeks would have fooled anyone until she turned on that smile.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief and her smile was just that tad too knowing. The kind of smile that sent naughty thoughts running through my mind like electricity. Sparking and fizzing away in my brain and shorting out my common sense.
I had a girlfriend, been with her for three years and loved her as much as she loved me. Like many couples, we had an open relationship and were free to have sex with other people as long as we were honest about it.
But Sarah wasn't the kind of girl I usually go for. In fact, I tend to prefer my sexual partners to be older than me and since I was twenty six when I met Sarah she wasn't what I would have normally found appealing.
Yet there she was, smiling that smile and drinking from a straw like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. I think most people just saw her as Michael's too young girlfriend. A bit young to be at our office party but welcome. Me, I saw her eyes staring into mine and fairly shouting she wanted to lick my pussy.
Michael, her boyfriend was over by the punch table and talking with Alex. He didn't notice the way Sarah was looking at me with the kind of hunger that sent illicit chills running along my spine and giving me goose bumps.
She had said hello, I had replied. She gave her name, I gave mine. She licked her lips and grinned.
"You're really pretty." She said right away and I knew I was gone.
"Thank you." I replied. My eyes darting around the room. Sure that the sexual tension that was already bouncing between us was obvious.
I didn't compliment her back. That would have led down a slippery slope that was already opening up a bit too quickly.
"I like your hair." she told me, her head to one side in a coquettish way as she ran a finger over my hair. My hair was long, brushed to one side so that it hung over my right shoulder, cascading down over my right breast to just above my nipple.
Her touch was electric, she applied just enough pressure for me to feel her trailing finger as it went from my clavicle to just above my nipple. A nipple that pinged erect to poke out quite obviously under the thin material of my white cocktail dress.
I felt my cheeks flush and didn't miss her eyes light up even more as she noted my reaction. How an eighteen year old girl was so confident was beyond me. But there it was, she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Thank you.. erm. Soooo... are you still at school?" I asked a bit stupidly as I tired to unfry my brain.
"Just finished... how old are you?" she shot back quickly.
"I'm twenty six.. got ID? I'm not sure you should be drinking that." I replied as she sucked on her straw. That twinkle still in her eyes.
"Have a taste.. it's not very alcoholic." She responded and held out the cocktail glass, placing the straw she had just been sucking on close to my lips.
I know I should have refused. The act was intimate and telling as I bent my head and placed my lips around the straw that had just been in her pretty mouth.
It was chock full of vodka, enough to make me cough as the hard mix of a small sip hit my taste buds.
She giggled as my eyes widened and I shot her a look of surprise.
"I think I need ID to drink THAT." I said with a shake of my head.
She giggled a bit more and then winked at me.
"Oh, I can think of something we can both have that would... erm... take the taste away." She said as she took a step closer. Her eyes level with mine and filling my vision. So knowing and so confident.
I was never as confident as her when I was that age, I still wasn't. Her face and slim body was now close to mine, an inch too close. Anyone looking at us would see it. A blind person could now tell we were flirting.
Only, I wasn't trying to flirt. It was all Sarah and she had me under her spell. The little minx arched her eyebrow as she tilted her head and slightly pursed her lips. It was a kiss waiting to happen and my heart was thumping in my chest.
I took a step back and shook my head to clear it.
"I think I need a drink." I muttered as I turned away.
Her tinkling laugh was soft. She knew she had me completely unnerved.
I tried to ignore her laugh. It was mocking and teasing all at the same time.
***
The long banquet table was filled with delicacies that our employer had laid on. Our boss was very generous every year but she had outdone herself this year and I knew how much all this had cost. As her Personal Assistant, I was the one that had organised most of it.
I passed by Caviar, Oysters and whole dressed Lobsters. Tails filled with the white flesh and topped with slivers of Scottish smoked salmon. The food brought in from one of London's best and most exclusive caterers. Tiny canape's were being offered around on silver platers too.
None of it interested me though as I made for the free bar, intent on a cold glass of wine.
Drink in hand I turned to look at the room, hoping to find someone to talk to was a friend or someone that wouldn't bore me to death.
Naturally, fate or perhaps Sarah herself put a stop to that plan. My glance hit her eyes and she was staring right back at me from across the room. As if she had been waiting for me to turn around.
"Shit." I muttered under my breath while at the same time feeling a thrill.
Sarah was standing next to her boyfriend as he talked to one of the Executives in an animated way. Michael was ambitious and it was no surprise to see him schmoozing it up with an exec. Sarah's eyes however were firmly on me and I'll admit I wasn't looking away.
She wore a tiny cocktail dress that clung to her slim body like a second skin, stretching over small pert breasts, a flat tummy, small waist and nicely flared hips. It ended just below her crotch, only just covering her bum and I doubted she was wearing panties. There were no tell-tale lines.
Her slightly curly blonde hair was piled up on her head in a fashionable way that looked messy but took ages to do right. Twin tendrils of golden locks framed her cute face next to her ears. Ears that were decorated by long dangly earrings of gold.
Once again I noted her ruby red lipstick. It contrasted sharply with her pale pink complexion and highlighted natural full lips that most women would pay a lot to have.
Sarah kept me frozen with her alluring eyes as she deliberately brushed a finger over her left breast, her already hard nipples were visible through the cream coloured material, her finger trailed down her body to the top of her thigh and then curled under the hem of her dress. She smiled that naughty smile at me from across the room.
I shook my head and mouthed 'NO' to her. More than sure what she intended.
Brazenly, she licked her upper lip in a one hundred percent indecent and highly sexual way. I couldn't tear my eyes away even though I knew it was the only way to stop her.
Her finger moved, just a tiny fraction and I saw the bottom of her mound, a trick of the light made it glisten as if wet. Maybe it was.
She could be caught at any moment, the room was full of people.
I walked quickly towards her. My face flushed and slightly angry.
"Sorry Michael, you don't mind if I steal away Sarah do you." I said with a forced smile as I grabbed her elbow and walked off before he could reply. Sarah went with me. Giggling as she matched my pace to the double doored balcony.
"That was FUN." She laughed out as we stepped outside and away from the crowd.
"Look.. I'm very flattered but you HAVE stop this right NOW." I said as I turned to face her.
Sarah pouted like the teenager she was.
"Don't be a prude... I can tell you liked it." She replied a bit sulkily. While her fingers walked up my arm.
