It was a cold, snowy day, and I was sitting at home, alone and bored. My mom had the kids for the day because I was supposed to work, but the office called and said they didn't need me. I puttered around, trying to keep myself busy, but the boredom quickly returned. The thing was, I couldn't stop thinking about her -- about the girl I met last night.
I've been happily married now for three years and Joe is a great husband and father, and I never thought about cheating on him, and if I ever did, I never thought it would be with a woman that was until last night.
She was beautiful and alluring. We met under the winter stars, on the balcony of the hotel ballroom. She said she felt as bored as I looked. I laughed and shook my head.
"I hate the holidays, and these boring Christmas parties. Everyone is so completely fake." I muttered.
She just stood there, smoking her cigarette and staring off in to the distance and then looked at me, stared really. I could tell immediately that she was different -- in a good way, a seductive way. Her eyes drew me in first, a hypnotic green. I found that I was short of speech, almost stuttering as she looked me up and down. I felt a little embarrassed as her eyes scanned my five foot ten inch frame. I never felt insecure about my body before. Men have always complimented me, often asking if I was a model. My long legs and slight frame carried my 120 pounds easily and I always felt that at least twenty of those pounds were in my chest. I'd often thought of a reduction, but my friends insisted I not dare, that other women would kill for what I had. I told them they should try walking a day in my shoes and then talk to me. Don't get me wrong, I love my tits; they're just big. Men have told me they're perfect; soft, supple, and very fuckable. I love it when they slide my rock hard nipple between their teeth and nibble on it gently -- Mm
"Hey beautiful are you with me?"
"Sorry!" I said, embarrassed, "I'm Josie."
"Hi, Josie you can call me Fabulous"
Did she really tell me to call her Fabulous? I stepped back and looked her over. I had to admit, she did look pretty fabulous. She was tall and slender, but bigger than I. She had an even bigger chest, beautiful breasts that had to be at least a double D. They were hidden beneath a beautiful royal blue sequined gown. The neckline came down enough to reveal her cleavage, but nothing more. The fit was perfect, outlining the shape of her, the curves of her hips; her tits. I studied her posture and wondered what kind of underwear she was wearing. I imagined a blue lacy thong. I thought about what it would be like to lift her dress just enough to slide my hand under it and feel for myself.
"Would she like it?" I thought, and before I knew what was happening, I felt my inner thighs getting damp. I wasn't wearing panties underneath the mid length black Chanel dress. It was a spaghetti strap silk dress that waved gently in the evening winter air. The soft silk rubbed gently against my stomach and I tightened up, imagining this woman, this Fabulous, gliding her tongue across me gently, looking up into my eyes, letting me know she wanted to go lower.
"I'm sorry, Fabulous, I have to get going. I see my husband inside looking for me and I'm starting to freeze to death out here."
I knew I stuttered awkwardly when I spoke and she smiled, almost knowing what she was doing to me.
"Here's my card." She said. "Call me tomorrow and we'll get together. Maybe I can warm you up?"
She sipped her champagne, seductively looking at me the whole while. I watched as she slid her tongue along the edge of the glass and imagined it gliding along the lips of my wet pussy to my clit. Her tongue was soft and wet. I wanted to take it into my mouth and play with it, exploring every piece of it and suck it softly. I wanted to slide my hand up the back of her neck, into the long, thick, naturally red hair. I imagined tightening my fingers and pulling her head back, exposing her neck, the soft milky white skin begging to be kissed, stroked gently with my tongue. I had to get out of there before I had a full blown orgasm!
I thought about her the whole car ride home. Joe tried to make small talk, rehash interesting conversations. I wanted nothing to do with it. I stared out the passenger window, wondering what she was doing -- wondering if she was thinking of me the same way I was thinking of her.
Morning came quickly and I had put the events of the night before out of my mind. I was pretty unaffected until I reached in my purse to grab my cell when the office called and saw her card. I stared at it for a long time, recalling the night prior. I sat there, staring out at the snow.
"Fuck it." I told myself as I dialed her number
"I was wondering when I would hear from you" the voice on the other end declared.
Just the sound of her sweet, simple voice shot through me like a bolt of electricity. I stuttered without realizing it but quickly recovered.
"I - I want to meet you." I replied
"See Mario at the front desk of the Sheraton on Hillside. He'll have a key for you. Meet me there in an hour."
I was already getting wet just thinking about her and I knew I was going whether I thought it was a good idea or not.
