You had called me late on a Thursday evening and after the initial pleasantries you began to tell me about your day. Apparently your branch manager was supposed to attend a black tie charity affair the next evening that was being hosted by your latest big client and your company had agreed to be a minor sponsor of, hoping that it would lead to more contracts. But, unfortunately that morning he had gotten a call that his mother was very ill and he was not going to be able to be there, so he turned to his number one analyst to take his place.
Needing an escort and knowing it was short notice you gave me a call. "Emma, I really need to do this, it is very important to my career. Do you think you could join me there? I know its last minute, but the gown you wore on your cruise will be an excellent choice of attire and I promise, I will make it up to you if you do this for me!"
Never being able to turn down a friend in need I agree and we make plans to meet there.
The next night, I pulled up to some suitably impressive establishment, where you are waiting anxiously outside, somewhat nervous about the importance of the pending evening. You begin to descend the stairs to escort me inside just as the valet opens my door and assists me out. As my eyes begin to look around, you notice him taking an appreciative second look at the décolletage of my evening gown and the enticing full curves left bare to anyone's glance, before he hops in and drives my car away.
"Good evening, Mr. Davis! You look magnificent tonight!" I say as you take my fingers into your hand and tucking them beneath your elbow, your hungry eyes devour my attire. The long glittering black dress is clinging to my voluptuous figure revealing the curve of my waist crowned off by my huge DD breasts and full round hips. The halter style neckline not only leaves a large amount of my full breasts gleaming in the street lights, but also my smooth creamy shoulders and the upper portion of my back bare to your touch, both physical and visual. My thick auburn tresses are stylishly swept into an alluring coiffure with a few loose tendrils curling around the ivory column of my long neck.
"Ms. Snow, you are amazing! I do believe that quiet country girl demeanor of yours is just a facade as you look like you could show the Kennedy's a thing or two about society functions. You are ravishing! In fact if I didn't have to do this, I would propose that we skip this and return to my house for other interesting events." You say as you smile down into my deep brown almond shaped eyes framed by a thick fringe of jet black lashes. My glistening wine colored lips beckon you, and pressing a light kiss upon my mouth you pull me against your tall 6'2" frame.
Turning to face you, I slide my hand up your broad chest to smooth the lapels of your jacket, in the guise of removing any trace of lint but to have a reason to be able to touch your strong chest and feel the firm steady beating of your heart beneath. Looking up into your intense blue gaze, you draw me into your embrace as you lean down to kiss my enticing mouth again. Enjoying the warmth of the moment for a time, you reluctantly pull away and announce that it is time to go inside. I believe your choice of words were "to face the music."
As we enter the room where the festivities are being held, I take a moment to absorb the surroundings, everything from the softly lit chandeliers to the small group of musicians playing waltzes from one corner of the room. A waiter pauses with a tray of champagne, so you take two glasses from him and pressing one into my hand, you murmur something about holding the thing for appearances as I remember that you don't drink. When you leaned towards me to explain the presence of the glass, your vantage point allows you a breathtaking view of my generous breasts pressed provocatively up into bodice of my gown and as you slip your hand against my small of my back you can feel the ridges of the stays beneath and realize that this delightful view is being provided by the corset that I had mentioned last spring. Your hand begins to caress my back, seemingly of its own will and when I look up into your eyes they have begun to take on the same intense look I have seen before. Realizing that the inevitable outcome of you continuing to hold me in this manner is going to lead to a very preemptory departure from the gala, you place tight reigns upon your rapidly rising passion and placing a kiss upon my temple you softly promise yourself, "Later" as you begin the process of introductions.
As you lead us around the room greeting those you know and nodding appropriately to acknowledge those business colleagues you see afar, you realize that several men are admiring your choice of escorts. On occasion, as you have made the introductions you noticed that the men's eyes have never quite made it all the way to look into my softly smiling eyes but have lingered overlong on the swells of my cleavage. Once to the point where you were forced to softly clear your throat a couple of times and gently turn me away to keep their fascination from becoming offensive.
You turn around and let out a low groan as you see your nemesis making his way towards us. Looking up to inquire what was wrong, before you can explain your exasperation he arrives before us.
"Steve, you dog! Who is this gorgeous creature with you?"
As you make the required introductions you mention with some obvious satisfaction, that he was the second leading salesmen in your division, you notice that his eyes are focused farther south at the curve of my hip. Realizing that his gaze is roaming the curves and valleys of my hips and thighs as define by the drape of my dress and you can see that his mind is filling in the details kept hidden from his view, you begin to feel more than a little annoyed at his audacity. While you didn't even raise a brow when the others had previously ogled the cleavage displayed by this same gown, you are not so inclined to allow him of all people to trespass, even mentally, on the ground that you have claimed as yours.
"Well, Brian, you will have to excuse us. I see our host waving to me from across the hall so I must go."
