It was another long night at work. Apparently there was some event going on, a charity thing. Word had it that there would be a lot of cigar smokers there. Great. A lot of grumpy old men throwing their money at Nicaraguan orphans. Not that I have anything against the orphans. It just means I am going to have my work cut out for me. I had drink detail. Even more fun for me.
I had been there for about an hour, walking around refilling glasses of single malt scotch amongst the robust smell of cigars. Dinner had been served and eaten and everyone was milling around on the porch waiting for the auctions to start. That is when I saw her. My regular, boring night was anything but regular and boring now.
She looked like an angel, perched on the ledge of the porch next to one of the country club's river rock columns. She was perfect in her strapless summer dress and brown stilettos. Her hair was perfect and straight and blowing in the wind. My angel wore very little makeup, but looked fantastic. My cock went instantly hard when I saw her bring the cigar to her lips and light it. Again, perfectly, evenly and with the skill of someone who had been smoking for quite awhile. She then took several long puffs from her cigar, surrounding herself with clouds of smoke fitting for the angel in front of me.
I quickly shook myself back to reality and willed my hard on to go down. I could not help looking back to take another glance. She was not the only woman there, but she was by far the youngest, in her mid to early twenties, compared to the middle aged and wrinkled women that clung to their husbands sides. She appeared to be unattached. I knew I had to get closer to her somehow. But Reluctantly I went back to work.
After about another hour, there was a break in the auction for dessert. So I returned to the bar area to assist the guests as they needed drink refills. My cock hardened again at the sight of my angel sway up the bar with confidence. She waited patiently for her turn to get another drink.
"Single malt scotch, neat, please." she said to the bartender with a smile.
I grabbed the bottle and moved to refill her glass. As I finished I looked up at her. At her graceful neck. At her full, sweet lips. At her round, smiling, green eyes. She was smiling at me so I gave her my best smile back with the slightest wink. If only she knew what she was doing to me. I was aching to put my hands on her body, to run them over her curves and squeeze her voluptuous ass. This woman was one of the few that should just walk around in nothing but stilettos all day. I'd want to see that body as much as possible.
As I watched her glide away, the auction started once more. Damn! I would have to go back to making my rounds. And I would have to do it with a throbbing hard on. Nothing was making it go down! Even thinking of these fat old men in their drawers! Each time I would even attempt to think of that, I would get a whiff of her perfume, something with roses, and I could only think of her. Her body, her lips, her eyes, her voice. I want to hear her moan at my touch!
Every once in awhile I would walk past her and offer her another smile. She would always place the cigar in her mouth and smile wickedly. She knew what she was doing! And she knew what she was doing to me! She was a vixen, a succubus, waiting to take my seed and kill me as she did. But I couldn't help but want her! My aching cock simply would not go down until I had her mouth around it. Or took care of it myself. But that might take coming several times.
I moved over to the door that lead inside the country club, to try to locate my manager. I needed to take a break to fantasize about my woman and masturbate. But of course I wouldn't tell him that. As I surveyed the crowd for the familiar bald head, the corner of my eye caught her. And she was right next to me. I gazed at her once more and smiled stupidly as she brushed past me, putting her hand lightly on my chest as she went through the small space in the doorway that was not occupied by my body. She smiled back over her shoulder with a small wink as she entered the restrooms just across from us.
Finally I found my manager and crossed the floor, letting him know I was taking a short break. He nodded and I entered the club, passed the restrooms and out the dining room door. Outside that entrance, it was quiet and the side of the building was covered with trees and bushes to hide the dark deed I was about to commit. I leaned up against a tree, unzipped my pants and my cock sprang free. It was fully hard and oozing, waiting to be touched. As I leaned back I began to stroke it slowly and get lost in my thoughts and fantasies.
