She rolled her eyes and glared at me. “At least until the end of the auction” she said in a clipped tone. “That means a couple of hours. Surely you can find enough people to talk to or things to do for such a brief period. I can’t leave earlier than that.”
We walked into the party together and I took our coats to the checkroom. When I came back, my wife was surrounded by six people and was chatting away. I caught her eye and raised a hand to my mouth and made a tilting motion, asking her if she wanted a drink. She gave her nose a little scrunch and shook her head. I shrugged my shoulders and sidled off to find a bar and something to nibble on.
I generally dislike big parties but I particularly despise them when I am there because I have to be instead of because I want to be. This night I had to go because my wife was on the gala committee and it just wouldn’t be right if I didn’t show up. That I barely knew the other people associated with the event or that we would spend the entire night apart as she worked the crowd didn’t enter into the equation. I understood but that didn’t make it any better.
Trying to not feel too sorry for myself, I began to observe the crowd as I made my way across the expansive ballroom to the martini bar. I had to admit that there were a lot of attractive and well-dressed people there. Thankfully, it was not a formal event so the outfits worn displayed both lots of creativity and, in some cases, plenty of skin.
“Are you lost?”
I stopped and turned to see a very cute, raven haired, petite lady standing next to me. She was dressed in a loose off-white shirt and a knee length black skirt that had a provocative slit along one side.
“Um, no,” I reply. “Why would you think that?”
“Well,” she said with a gleaming smile, “Your head is turning back and forth like you are looking for something.”
“Ah,” I said slightly embarrassed but understanding. “I’m just going to the bar and was taking in the surroundings.”
“I was just headed there myself,” she said. “Care to buy me a drink?”
“My pleasure,” I said.
As we arrived to the bar she turned and asked me what I was going to have to drink.
“A very dirty, no a filthy dirty, vodka martini,” I replied. “And how about you?”
“Oh, I’ll be boring and just have a Cosmo.”
I ordered the drinks and when they were ready handed over the conical glass filled with pink liquid to her, while I took a quick slurp of the slightly muddy fluid in mine.
“Can I have a sip,” she asked. “I like things dirty.”
“Sure,” I said and placed the glass near her lips.
“Mmm,” she murmured looking me in the eye. “Salty. Reminds me of semen.” And then she added with her head turned thoughtfully towards the ceiling “Colder though and of course less viscous.”
“Excuse me,” I blurted and leaned in to her and whispered, “Did you say semen?”
She put her lips to my ear and said, “Yes, I did. I told you I like things dirty. Come, follow me.”
Mindlessly, I started after her weaving through the crowd and trying to see where she was taking us. My cock started to swell as I looked at her ass sway in the tight black skirt and glimpsed her muscled thigh through the slit that opened up with each step she took. Glancing at her hand, I saw that she too was married and then I realized that I did not even know her name.
Before I knew it, she had led me out of a side door and we were now in a hallway that ran the length of the ballroom. Going through a small maze of hallways, she took me to a meeting room and we quickly ducked inside. The woman took a chair and placed the backrest under the handle to try and ensure that no one could surprise us.
Though the lights in the room were off, there was sufficient light from the outside coming through the pale window liners so that I could see her face and the way she filled out her clothes. I pulled her closely all the while looking into her eyes and then she reached behind my head, opened her lips pulled my head down and kissed me.
She smiled as she stared at me and let her tongue slide from between her lips and slither in between mine. She bit gently on my lower lip and reached down for my belt buckle. Still looking me in the eyes, she undid my belt, unhooked the clasp at the waist and pulled down the zipper. She pushed me back against a table and tugged at the pants to pull them down from my hips.
She dropped to her knees and, still keeping her eyes locked on mine, worked my underwear down to my ankles. Only then did she look away from my eyes to my crotch. My cock stood alone, jutting horizontally into the warm air like a signpost. She whispered a soft sigh of excitement and with a smile placed her head beneath my sac and started to lick.
She twirled her tongue around each ball and then took them into her mouth one at a time slurping and pulling down slowly to let each one pop out of her mouth. All the while she was sucking my balls, her right hand gripped my shaft and was working up and down. She stopped and drooled out saliva onto her left palm and reached back up to anoint the tip of my cock and then worked her palm in a circular motion around the ridge at the tip of my hard-on while her other hand continued its rhythmic stroking.
I tried to reach down to get my hand into her shirt but she pushed me away…she was intent on controlling the action. Straining against the sensations she was creating I was relieved when she finally pulled over a chair, sat down and preceded to wrap her mouth onto the head of my dick. Establishing a firm grip at the base of my cock with one hand, she placed her other hand on my ass and pushed me forward so that my rigid tool began to slide deep down her throat.