Every Friday evening we at my work place have some sort of celebration. Usually it is just a meal or something and on the odd occasion we hire a restaurant and have our own 'knee's up' so to speak.
Most of those at work have partners and usually l am the odd one out, but that doesn't usually bother me, however, one such occasion was around saint valentines night and our restaurant was made out in that theme.
Knowing that in advance I needed a guy to take with me and my only reliable contacts were all busy this particular evening, so I did something l never thought I would have to, that was to scale the yellow pages for an escort.
Meeting Mark at a bar close by the restaurant I was soon to find out that he wasn't going to be like my usual dates on such occasions. For the get together I like to dress smart rather than sexy and felt so in a small beaded number that was high enough up my legs and low enough around my cleavage as to hopefully be stared at by the men (and woman) there, but not for that obvious reason. However, Mark had come, although smart, well a pair of shimmering black leather trousers that were tight enough to prove to he world that he was gorgeously well hung as we say. Also the hairs on his chest were showing through his almost transparent silky loose shirt.
But he was a tanned hunky dream of a man and although I knew I would get daggers thrown at me as we made our entrance, the audience we were joining were all friends and I am sure they would see the funny side of it all.
Deliberately, I held Mark back till we were late and knowing that when we eventually walked into the restaurant eyes and daggers flew into our direction, and over drinks the woman thought it amusing, but the men there wasn't so amused as quickly Mark became the 'king of the ball'.
Surprisingly, Mark was very well mannered at such a posh do, and held his own in conversation and his mannerism. Afterwards however, I lost him to my girlfriends as the old doctors were picking on me to dance knowing that Mark was getting all the attention from the wives and girlfriend's. At last a slow romantic dance came on the juke box and Mark pulled hold of me and with my arms wrapped around my lovers neck felt his hands nestle cheekily onto my bum cheeks and push my groin tightly into his. "Have l done that Mark, or was it one of the others?" Knowing exactly what l was referring to my legs almost buckled as his hot breath exhaled onto my neck and he whispered... "All you Pat, all you".
The song ended all to quickly and although I knew I was getting jealous eyes raining down on me. Mark had completely seduced me in that short record and all of a sudden I just wanted this party to end. It didn't of course and I was frustrated as hands from somewhere took my partner away from me. Every time our eyes met on the dance floor his lovely piercing eyes melted me and I just wonder what the guy dancing with me must have felt as my breathing stopped and l imagined my dance partner to be him.
Was midnight, l had only bought Mark till then and think I would have paid him extra money if at this time he would have bid me farewell. I needn't have worried though, was the last dance and for only the second time that evening I got to dance with Mark. "My flat or yours Pat", was all Mark said to me as if it was a formality, it was and l shrugged my shoulders in a couldn't care less attitude. It was to be his, and with every woman in there kissing us with envious looks on their faces we said our goodbyes and left.
The car ride home was strange, knowing I was going to have this hunk of a man inside me, a man I knew nothing off and didn't care, I was going to a flat that I didn't know where either. Hardly a word was spoken, usually full of conversation I seemed to have only one thing spinning around in my mind. At last his car came to a stand still and as he ushered me out of his car, the coldness of the night air and sudden silence around me excited me, as I was holding onto Mark's arm, my head resting on his now cool arm.
