What am I doing here? A formal dinner, really? Being an introvert I hate these functions but my friends convinced me to join them for a good cause. It is a black tie affair. Far from my usual attire but I make the effort and don a beautiful evening dress… black, plunging neck line, beautifully cut to show off my curves but not so much so that I feel uncomfortable. There is a split to mid-thigh on the left side which shows glimpses of my stocking clad leg as I walk. I actually feel quite sexy and sensual and have enjoyed the admiring glances of both men and women… this is a very unfamiliar feeling for me.
Eventually after what seems like forever we are seated for the dinner. My friends are sitting to my right. A stranger on my left. I smile at him as he does the gentlemanly thing and holds my chair out for me to sit. He smiles back, glancing at my cleavage but quickly averting his gaze. A little thrill passes through me momentarily and then I sit and my friends engage me in conversation.
As the wait staff bustle around us delivering our entrees and drinks waiters remove and replace the constant flow of empty glasses I become aware of being watched. I glance up and meet the gaze of a very handsome gentleman sitting across the table from me. Chiselled features, eyes so brown they are bordering on black. A strong freshly shaved chin which is already showing the signs of a shadow. His dark hair has streaks of steely grey, making him look very distinguished. I blush a little as his gaze persists, feeling as though he is searching my soul to discover all of my inner secrets. I see the flicker of a smile on his mouth as he acknowledges the colour rising across my cheeks. I draw my gaze away from his, although it is somewhat like attempting to draw a magnet from steel, such a strong hold he had on me. Purposefully I pick up my napkin and mop an imaginary spot of champagne from the corner of my mouth, my lips parting a little. Just then the waitress arrived with my entree breaking the tension of the moment for me.
“Ahh, this looks divine” are the first words the gentleman to my left speaks to me. He has a wonderful lilting Irish accent and a beautiful rich timbre in his tone.
I turn as I respond “It does indeed. Let’s hope it tastes as good as it looks.”
“Oh, I am sure my taste buds will be in heaven” he responds. It is only then that I realise that he is looking down at my thigh, exposed by the fact that the split in my dress has parted while I am seated.
Laughing, I look at him properly for the first time. Ruggedly handsome I think would be the best description for him. Teasing eyes sparkling behind a set of trendy but unobtrusive spectacles. His face was not run of the mill handsome but very appealing all the same. Brown hair, slightly receding, maybe a little in need of a trim but neatly in place all the same. While performing my appraisal I turn my body more to face him. His eyes drop down to my cleavage obviously enjoying the view.
“But then it could be a toss-up as to which would please them the most” he teases with a wink.
“Eat up before it gets cold.” I motion to his entree.
“Oh yes, it is best eaten hot, isn’t it?” he responds with the lift of an eyebrow.
Chuckling I turn my attention to the food placed before me. As I do the eyes across the table grab mine again. I cannot read the look in them but I am fully aware that he has watched the interaction between the sexy, flirtatious Irishman and myself and for some reason I feel that he disapproves.
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After the entree it is announced that there will be a presentation by a guest speaker while the tables are cleared of dishes. The speaker though witty and entertaining does not hold my attention long. The lights have been dimmed with a stage area with a podium lit so that the focus is on the speaker. As my mind wanders I think about the sexy man next to me and his bold comments. A fantasy of old flits through my mind. I move my leg a little so that it is in contact with the leg of the Irishman. I feel a pressure in response. I feel him stretch back in his chair, as he does his hand brushes along my leg. I am not certain at first if it is deliberate or accidental and then I feel his fingers hook in under the edge of my stocking, resting there. Maybe this speech won’t be so boring after all! The fingers slide around the band of my stockings, inching closer and closer to my crotch. I shiver slightly as they come in contact with my knickers. Oh, thank you Angels for giving me a dress that I didn’t need to wear support undies under! The lace edge of my knickers is slowly lifted up. I can hardly breathe!
I hear a muffled groan as I reach under the table and slide my hand along his hard thigh. He squirms a little as my finger finds the head of his cock which is quickly making its presence felt. I feel him harden at my touch. My finger trails back and forth along his length. Oh how delicious this is! How erotic, a perfect stranger probing at my rapidly moistening pussy, me stoking his hard cock, people all around us and no one any the wiser.
Casually he moves his other hand from the table in front of him and reaches down and unzips the fly of his pants. He takes my hand and guides it inside his pants, oh… he’s not wearing underwear. Instant access! As I slide my hand further in and cup his balls his finger slides between the lips of my pussy. My breath catches. I push around further under his balls, sliding my finger between the cheeks of his bum. My finger is touching his anus, I feel his butt cheeks tighten as he squirms more. His finger begins to stroke my clit. I pull my hand back out to his cock, sliding from the base up to the tip. Oh yes, pre-cum. I glide my hand over the head of his cock then down again, spreading the pre-cum as lube.
Suddenly the sounds of applause brings me back to the room. People cheering, as the noise builds around us he drives his fingers deep down into my pussy. The tension within me bursts, I groan, as my orgasm takes over my body. He has timed his penetration perfectly with the noise of the room. I gasp “Yes!” as I cum in his hand.
Casually, he sits up straight in his chair beside me, withdrawing his hand as he does. The lights begin to flicker on around the room. Reluctantly I withdraw my hand from his pants. As the applause dies down I can hear the sound of his zipper being pulled up. Feeling very pleased with myself I smile as I raise my eyes to look around the room. Smug in my little secret. Then I realise that he is watching me intently, the man across the table. His eyes are burning into me as though he knows what we’ve been doing. I know that my face is flushed. Hopefully he will see it as just another blush like earlier when I first felt his eyes on me. His eyebrows rise slightly and his eyes flick briefly to the Irishman then straight back to mine, like he’s been aware the whole time. Once again it is the arrival of the main meal that breaks the energy that flows between us.
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