The Lady in Red
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She stepped behind me and looked at our reflection in the mirror. We couldn’t be more different. She was tall and elegant in a terrific sheath dress — me shorter, more Rubenesque in a cocktail dress that showed off the girls prominently. She had the look of a hunter and she was looking at me like I was dinner. I had a nervous look on my face, torn between trying to meet her eyes or looking down at my wringing hands. Then she touched me.The party was a company-sponsored event at the best hotel in town. I was there with all eighty-two fellow employees; it was mandatory — not that it bothered me. I loved getting dressed up and playing a bit. The ballroom was packed with us, our partners, and every customer who wanted an excuse to eat, güvenilir bahis drink, and be merry. Since this little gathering had become an annual event, there were more and more people each year. I knew many of the people there, and always got a bit of attention, well, mainly my girls got the attention.I’m not kidding myself, I am rather ordinary-looking except for my two best features. I’ve known this since I sprouted in high school and have no problem taking advantage of it. That’s why I rarely bring anyone to these events, but I always get a hotel room. I might be going home alone tomorrow, but tonight I was going to use my assets to find a guy to join me in my room for some late-night fun and games. I never pick the same güvenilir bahis siteleri one from year to year and avoid married ones like the plague. But with so many to choose from and the looks the girls always got, I usually do well. Most years, anyway!Like many high-end hotels, the ballroom and even the restrooms were lavish. Dark marble tiled, waterfall sinks, floor to ceiling walls for the stalls. None of that registered this year because I came in here to catch my breath. There was a woman I didn’t recognize who seemed to appear in my view at every turn. She was strikingly beautiful, dark-red sheath dress, tall and slender, and tanned to a wonderful shade. For some reason, I was having trouble not looking at her, iddaa siteleri even if she never seemed to notice me.Her hands touched my bare shoulders as she pressed against me. As they moved, I expected to see a scorch mark on my skin, her touch felt that hot. She didn’t say anything, she just looked at me while her hands made my knees weak, and that was just my shoulders! My mind wondered what those hands would feel like in other places, which was a new idea for me. I always preferred men, handsome men, the kind that accepted a titty-fuck with my spectacular bosom if there aren’t any condoms in sight.Speaking of titties, she slipped a hand inside my bra and cupped my breast. Her hand still felt hot as hell, but I could only moan at the sensation. That’s when her other hand ran up the back of my thigh and under my skirt. I was wearing pantyhose and panties, but for the first time in forever, I wish I wasn’t. She rubbed against me hard and in a moment had me pushing back.
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