She had on these flat-soled casual shoes, so very cute, but out of place in this glamorous setting. I wondered if anyone else noticed she had them on. More likely they just noticed how she was dressed. With all the bare-shouldered women with their long glittery dresses and high luscious cleavage out on display, it felt as though the girl in the worn shoes was inappropriate although I could not keep my eyes from the smooth pampered skin and smooth shiny perfect curls of the women around me that was so erotic. My dress was simple, lacey vintage, not low cut but very short showing off my long legs. I tucked my feet under my chair. I loved my heels, with their heavy binding around the foot balanced by the delicate shape they created with my legs. A woman whose pearls ran down her back into the valley her shoulder-blades made turned from the stage to the man she was with. I instinctively scowled a bit and broke my stare from her.
My head turned again to under the room across from me where the girl with the shoes was tapping her foot, impatience maybe? I looked up her slim jeans, to the chair and to her loose-fitting tee that seemed barely just opaque enough. Too bad, I thought, I could tell her when she breathed in and out that her breasts were the perfect size, round and soft..I looked up to her face and saw with surprise that she was staring back at me. I was taken aback, frozen. she smiled, stood up and walked to the door at the back corner of the room. I was confused, then saw it was the entrance to the hall where the restroom was, and I saw her hand linger for a second on the frame of the door before she disappeared inside, like she was signaling me. My heart beat fast, did anyone else notice that? is this really happening?
I scanned the room, the glittering bodies with their monochrome dates still sat staring ahead, engrossed in what I'm sure was the ballet performance of the century. I was there alone, so I had no obligation to stay in my seat. The man next to me was old and wrinkled, I pressed by him hurriedly. The doors to the hallway opened smoothly and there I was. It was quieter back away from the action of the performance. Slowly pulling the plush restroom door open, I softly walked into the powder room. There she was, sitting on a chair, she was, of all things, tying her shoe. She heard me come in and looked up, i couldn't help but smile as she did, with a devious glint in her eye. Before I knew what had happened, she had me pinned to the wall, her tongue deep inside my mouth, mine playing, fighting with hers as we kissed. I could feel our breasts rub against each other, my nipples hardened from the contact. Her hands held my arms back against the wall so I could not move and she moved down to kiss my neck, her lips feeling so good on my skin. I bit my lip as I grew even more wet, soaking my tiny black panties.
