My name is Victoria Hoffman and I am a happily married, 33 year old, straight female. My story begins one night while my husband Josh and I are getting ready to go to a cocktail party. Jack is an old college buddy of my husbands and tonight will be the first time I am to meet him and his wife Trish. I put on my short red, strapless dress and my black high heels. I opted for no pantyhose because it was still warm outside. I piled my long blond curls on top of my head and left a few down to trail across my bare shoulders. While looking at myself in the mirror, Josh came up behind me. He whispered in my ear, “You are going to make every man at the party hard as a rock as soon as you strut into the room. I feel so lucky that I am the one who gets to take you home and fuck you ‘til dawn.” He softly runs his fingertips over my hardening nipples. I tell him if we don’t leave now we will never make it. He laughs and we head out the door.
When we arrive at Jack and Trish’s the party is in full swing. Everyone has a drink in his or her hand and there is barely room to walk. Jack comes over and Josh introduces us. He takes my hand and lightly brushes it with his lips. I am a little startled, but smile graciously. At his side is the most stunning redhead I have ever seen. He introduces Trish to us and leads Josh off to a corner where a bunch of men are discussing their latest business losses and gains. Great! Just what I wanted, to be abandoned in this sea of nameless faces. I smile nervously at Trish, trying not to show my anger and disappointment towards my husband. She warmly returns my smile and offers to lead the way to the food table. I can’t get over how beautiful she. Her hair is curly, like mine, but she wears hers down freely. She is wearing a simple, yet elegant black, silk pantsuit but underneath the partially open jacket I could see her very bra-less breasts. The jacket covered them, but if she moved just right your eyes could have their fill of them.
By now we were standing shoulder to shoulder at the buffet table, chatting like old schoolmates. The trouble was she kept bushing her arm across my breast while reaching for the food and I was confused at the reaction my body was having to her. I kept telling myself that it was just an accident but the way she kept glancing at me sideways, I felt like she was undressing me with her eyes. I blushed and looked down at her plate, trying to think of something to say. Strange, the only thing on her plate was a mound of delicious looking strawberries and a saucer overflowing with freshly whipped cream. When I asked her if that’s all she was having she took a strawberry, dipped it in the cream and slowly took a bite, her eyes never leaving mine. “I just can’t seem to get enough of this stuff.” She said, in a husky tone.
By now I am totally freaking out. Is she coming on to me, or is it my imagination. Suddenly, I am not very hungry and I ask her where the ladies room is. With plate in hand, she leads the way, only it is occupied and there is a line forming. She then says that there is another bathroom upstairs in the master bedroom if I can’t wait. I can’t. So, I follow her up the stairs, my knees weak, and my hands sweaty. I have no idea what’s going on, I just want to get into the privacy of the bathroom to pull myself together.
She opens the door to the bedroom and lets me walk in ahead of her. I go directly to the bathroom and shut and lock the door. I am breathing heavy and I can’t believe that this woman, this stranger, is really getting to me. I shut my eyes and her smile flashes in my brain, and then the erotic image of her breasts beneath her jacket. I splash my face with cold water and pat it dry. I take a deep breath and open the bathroom door. The room is lit all around with candles and Trish is sitting on the edge of the bed with her plate of strawberries smiling at me. I can’t move. She puts her plate on the nightstand, gets up and moves toward me, slipping the jacket from her body. When she reaches me she takes my hand and puts it on her breast. It is soft and warm. She leans over and whispers in my ear, “I think you are lovely and I am going to seduce you.”