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Cocktail Party
(Nicola Nichols)

As they talked, they began walking. He slipped a powerful arm around her waist and guided her ??" and she let him, warming to the touch of his hand. They wandered out onto the patio where smokers stood in groups of two or three, exhaling white clouds and chatting. It sounded like business.



As they walked by the smokers, her escort spoke to her softly, complimenting her, saying innocuous things, and seemingly interested in her. She barely noticed when they moved beyond this group, out into the shadows of the immaculate garden. 



She barely noticed because her attention was riveted on the way his hands had begun to touch her. One slid from her waist to trace the line of her ass through the slinky, short dress. That touching made her body, her senses come alive. His hands were magical instruments that danced over her ass and the small of her bare back. His caresses released her anger at Conrad and the tension it created. His soft, yet confident touch replaced all that with swelling feelings of pure desire ??" a hunger to be possessed.



His voice grew soft as he spoke about nothing; the resonance of his voice aroused her too. She knew she was being seduced by sound and touch and she couldn't stop it from happening ??" she wouldn't have stopped it if she knew how. Nothing had ever made her feel more the center of attention.



She let him lead her mind along that path without question; her body followed him too, she moved alongside him, as if in a dream, until they were completely alone in a dark corner of the garden. He was controlling her, but by intriguing her, just as he said the game should go. He enticed, coaxed, aroused, and pleased. His touch was warm and confident, not pushy. Even when his hand moved under the short skirt and stroked her ass through her silk panties, she found it flattering, desirable.



She thought of Conrad in the other room, but then she sent him on his way and focused her attention on the feel of this man's hard body against hers, the pressing of her breasts against his chest. She sighed at the sensual heat of his hand as it slipped down the back of the waistband of her panties and set fire to the bare skin of her ass cheeks. 



Her cunt grew wet, and she raised her face to look into his brown eyes, knowing she was giving herself away. He couldn't miss seeing that she was vulnerable. Her arousal showed in the flush of her fair skin and the lusty light in her eyes. 



He bent his face to hers and his lips grazed hers in the lightest possible touch. It was a fantastically sensual almost kiss, and it sent tremors racing through her body; lightning bolts of desire flashed through her, telling her in no uncertain terms that she craved far more than a casual touch. It was overwhelming.



In the year since she'd married Conrad, she hadn't had sex with anyone else; she had played by the rules. But her frustrations had grown, and now she wanted this man to fuck her more than anything she could imagine. 



Although this man seemed incredible, Janice was aware that what she felt went beyond his own attraction. In this heated moment, she realized she'd been starved for the feeling of being hotly desired. His lust infected her, made her body overheat, her blood race. She knew that she'd been slowly dying from a lack of passion. He'd awakened her to that.