It's the night of the party, I arrive, and It doesn't take long to find my target. Tall, dark, handsome, a van dyke beard, looking AMAZING in a tux. As soon as our eyes meet, my nipples harden, and I can feel a moistness between my legs. Some industry people try to talk to him, and he pretends to listen, but he's really just looking over their shoulders at me. I smile coyly and look over my shoulder at him as I leave the room, deciding to make a little game out of it. I wander through the house and end up in the library. As I'm looking at the hundreds of books on the shelves, I can "feel" him enter the room. He walks to me, and without a word, begins to run his fingers over my shoulders and down my back. He kisses my shoulder, the nape of my neck and just behind my ear. He presses his erection against my ass and as his hands caress my breasts, he whispers, "You look stunning. Almost like you picked this dress out just for me." He spins me to face him, and as I begin to ask how he found me, he gently presses me against the books, and hungrily kisses my lips. His hand finds that slit, and he moans as he feels how wet I am. We continue to kiss, and he slides his hands over my shoulders, letting my dress fall to the floor. Anyone could walk in; anyone could see us.
"Jesus you're gorgeous." He runs the thumb of one hand over my nipple and slips a finger on the other hand inside me. I gasp and rock my hips, grinding against his hand. I undo his pants, and he slides his cock into me for just a few strokes. He pulls out and drops to his knees, running his tongue over my clit and pushing a finger deep into me. As he pulls my leg over his shoulder he says, "I want you to cum in my mouth, the first time... then I'll go inside you again."