"Will you zip me up?" My girlfriend Sara asked me hurriedly. "Come on we can't be late, this is really important."
"It will be fine, we have plenty of time, I have already called the cab." I said as I slid my hands inside her open dress. I reached around in front and caressed her breasts. She looked amazing. Her straight long brunette hair flowed down her back as the red satin dress clung to her curved form like red paint poured down her shoulders. She couldn't wear a bra with low-cut dress so I reached in and felt her naked breasts and her heart-beat thump fast in her chest. Tonight was important for her.
"Stop it, don't make me any hornier now than I already am, the last thing I need is to be seen as a even bigger sex object by my co-workers."
My Girlfriend had just gotten a very prestigious position from international law firm in Washington D.C. I had been invited to her boss' house for a valentines day dinner party. It was a very formal affair. Her red satin dress came down to about mid-thigh right to the top of her nude colored stockings. I love stockings. So I bent down and said, "Let me help you with your shoes."
She saw right through my veiled attempt to touch her feet and legs. I really love feet as well. "You just want to rub my legs," she said as she fixed her earrings. I didn't argue I just bent down and picked up a shoe and her foot. I rubbed her leg feeling the warmth and silkiness of the stockings. I slid the red high-heeled shoe on and then the door-bell rang.
"That must be the cab," I said, feeling interrupted.
"Good we need to go before you get too excited over my feet and have to change your pants.
The dinner party was being hosted by Sara's boss, Claire. A woman of great power and wealth. She was the senior supervisor over my girlfriend. I had met her , a stunning middle-aged blond, that looked and acted far younger than she was, and her husband before, they were both very nice, and very wealthy. So we were both trying to get in their good graces When we arrived at the beautiful mansion. Well I say it was a mansion, because I have never seen a mansion, and frankly don't know if this one was one or not.
It was a massive and fabulous house. The reception was far more exclusive than we had imagined it would be. There were only six of us in total, our host and her husband, and one other couple that neither of us had ever seen. We thought that perhaps that other guests would be arriving latter, but our host invited us to the dinning room to be served soon after we had arrived.
The dinner was splendid and everything was going great. It was super fancy, with the meal being brought out by servants on silver platters. Each course was interluded with rounds of wine. After the meal, and the digestif, the dessert was brought out. We all had little bits of stuff and shared some stuff. Except for a big chocolate cake right in the middle of the table. It looked delicious but I guess we were all to full or to intimidated by it to cut it. So it just sat their.
We had all drank a little too much wine and the topic of conversation was sex, and it was getting raunchy. Our host was describing the various ways in which she likes to dominate her husband, a much more shy and soft spoken man. She told us stories that obviously made him uncomfortable. She talked about how she would put him on a leash and walk him around the house naked, on his knees, in front of the servants. He began to blush, and she seemed to enjoy it. The other couple kept to themselves. They didn't join into the greater conversation much, but whispered things to each other and kept giggling, and couldn't seem to keep there hands off of each other. However Claire, our host didn't seem to mind this at all she only focused on us.
