Our eyes caught from across the room and I felt a thrill I had never felt before. I know it is wrong, and it is forbidden lust but I couldn't stop feeling like there was something here. Like I wanted there to be something more.
I hadn't really wanted to go to this dinner party, but Roy, my husband, insisted he could not go without me. So here I was, in a stuffy, garishly decorated dining room of one of Roy's stuck up colleagues. Drinking expensive champagne, wearing a cocktail dress and counting down the hours until we could escape and I could get out of these ridiculous heels.
I always try to stay out of the conversation in situations like this, I resent Roy using me as a pretty trophy to parade around in front of his peers but it does mean it gives me an excuse to not involve myself.
I was looking from person to person, comparing snobbish outfit after snobbish outfit...when it happened...
One of the other guests was staring at me and continued to stare as I stared back.
Don't get me wrong, I am used to being stared at. Usually by someone who thinks I am below them and not worth any of their time. It's not that I look horrible, I'm actually not too bad looking in my opinion. 5, 4, curvy, long light brown hair and green eyes. And I'm not dumb... I'm a primary school teacher.... But compared to Roy's profession (as a Doctor) I am worthless really. So being stared at so intently by this stranger, being stared at without their expression being shadowed by disdain seemed fairly new to me.
And then a wave of lust engulfed me, so strong, like nothing I had ever felt before.... Their piercing blue eyes seeing through me... I could have sworn they could read my mind.
Blushing to the roots of my hair I excused myself and made my way to the bathroom. Locking the door behind me I splashed some water on my face and caught my breath. I was staring into the mirror and contemplating just leaving this place due to embarrassment when I heard a soft tapping on the door.
I slowly opened the door to find her standing there. The guest with the piercing blue eyes... wearing a deep plum coloured tight dress so low cut her breasts were straining to escape, the material clung at the curves of her hips and the skirt dropped to just below the knee. She had a stunning mane of shiny golden hair that hung to the middle of her back. She slowly made her way towards me into the bathroom and as she crossed the threshold she closed the door behind her. I didn't realise I was holding my breath until the door was closed and I began to breathe again.
I looked down out of embarrassment just to be struck with the sight of her pale bare legs, her high heels shaping them to perfection.