Cocktail Party Surprise

It is Wednesday night and I am attending a business meeting – more of a cocktail party than a business meeting in LA, it is being held at the most beautiful reception hall in the area. I arrive alone and reach for a drink. It is then that I notice Heather. I smile and tip my glass. She is instantly distracted, then I approach. After introductions we engage in small chit-chat with big smiles and coy eyes as we walk to the adjoining room.
I stand by the door. Hesitant, she walks in. Heather walks through the room as I remain watching. Her arms crossed, her hand covering her mouth as I smile and watch. As she slowly walks along the room, I watch the red dress she is wearing swish across her ass as she walks, I can’t help it. Heather walks behind the couch and runs her hand gently across the pillows, her fingers caressing the fringe as she goes. I want those fingers running down my arms, over my chest, through my hair. I offer to get her another glass of wine. She accepts and when I return, she is sitting crossed leg on the couch. Her dress clings to her chest, flows freely over her thighs. I hand her the drink. She smiles and takes a sip and she is aware that I’m drinking her in.

I take her hand and lead her to the balcony overlooking the city. It’s dark with a cool breeze and surprisingly quiet. Everyone has remained inside. The breeze pushes the sheer fabric of her dress tightly to the contours of her body. I smell her deliciousness. I back her into the wall and kiss her softly but hard on the mouth, her tongue searching mine, while my fingers gently trace her body from her waist to her breast. I slightly touch her nipples, which are hard pressing against her dress. My tongue reaches hard into her mouth, letting her know how much I want more. I slip my hands up under her dress, her bare legs smooth and toned, I smooth my strong hands from the outside behind her, ever so lightly tracing the lower lines of her ass, along her panties, then finally tracing around to the front between her legs, where I can feel the wetness outside of her panties. I very lightly run one finger barely touching the center of her covered pussy, feeling her clit bulging and wanting me to take more. I whisper ” I want you.” I slip my finger under her panties and touch her warm wet pussy, as I force my finger deep inside of her.

Heather’s hands grope hard between my legs, grabbing my bulging cock. She leans into me, pressing her body against me. She tries to be still so as not to attract attention, but she finds her hips swaying ever so slightly from left to right as she presses her pussy softly against my wet palm.