It's been almost a year since Chris and Melissa discovered how it could be. They have been keeping their on-line love affair sizzling every chance they get. Unfortunately there hasn't been another chance for them to meet again. That is . . . until now.
Chris tells Melissa that he has an office party he must attend this Friday. Being the new VP of operations, he must attend. Melissa tells Chris she understands. She explains to him that she has a conference to attend on Friday anyway. But, one thing she left out, the conference is in the town Chris works in. They make the date for their next chat and say good night.
Knowing where he works and that his wife is out of town with the children, Melissa has a plan. She thinks a surprise meeting would be just the thing. She is going to "crash" the office party. She arranges at home to be gone all weekend.
As the week progresses she can feel the anticipation rise. She almost backs out several times but realizes that this is what she needs, wants, must have. Since their meeting, Melissa has felt the emptiness at home more than ever. She felt so complete when she was in Chris' arms. In reading between the lines during their conversations, Chris seems to feel the same way.
Thursday arrives and Melissa is on the plane to her destination. Anxiously awaiting the arrival of Friday evening, she finds herself getting hot just thinking of seeing Chris again. The plain arrives. She grabs her bags and heads to the hotel.
She makes it through the conference, not really sure what was covered because her mind kept wandering off to how tonight was going to play out. She arrives back to the hotel and puts the plan into full motion. Starting with the most exotic shower she's ever had.
She washes her hair, using the most fragrant shampoo she can find. She lathers her tanned body. She finds herself thinking of Chris sucking on her breast, touching her body. She mimics his touch, bringing herself to the brink of orgasm. She stops, wanting to give all of it to him.
She towels off, applies the perfume that Chris loves, and lays out the outfit for the evening. Melissa has chosen a very short, black dress. The front cuts deep, almost to her navel, with little straps across the front. She has decided not to wear hose, just a lace thong and high heals with straps that wrap around her ankle.
As she pulls her hair into a loose bun, she notices that spark is there in her eyes again. She calls for a cab, takes one last look in the mirror, smooths her dress, and out the door she goes . . .
Chris is getting ready for his party. He has thought of Melissa all day. For some reason he has not been able to focus. She just keeps returning to his thoughts. He remembers their meeting. The smell of her perfume, the flow of her long hair, the softness of her skin. He longs for her each and every night.
He leaves his home and heads to the office party, wishing she was there to escort him. He hates these parties. Boring, listening to the old men talking about themselves, their wives sitting in the corners gossiping about each other, just not a night he enjoys.
As he arrives at the office, the waitress hands him a drink as he enters the room, looking around for a safe place to hide from these people. Too late. The President sees him and hurries over to drag him into his conversation.
After about 15 minutes, Melissa finally gets the nerve to walk into the room where Chris is. She slips in quietly. The waitress hands her a glass of champaign. She drinks it quickly, trying to settle her nerves. She takes another glass to sip on and moves to an unoccupied corner, looking for Chris.
Her heart skips a beat when she sees him! He's even more handsome tonight. She smiles and just watches him, taking every smile and jester in like a sponge. He glances her way, she turns, hoping not to be seen yet. When she turns back, their eyes meet.
Chris blinks several times, not believing what he sees. It can't be! Is this why she has been on his mind today? NO! He is just imagining because he wants her so bad. He excuses himself and walks in the direction of his mirage. There she is, smiling so beautifully. Looking so damned hot. He must be dreaming.
As Chris nears, Melissa holds out her hand, taking his and drawing him in for a soft kiss on the cheek.
She whispers in his ear, " I could hear you calling me from miles away. Now I'm here. I'm all yours."
Chris looks at her, "You are more beautiful than I remember!"
Melissa smiles, "Are you angry? I had to see you."
"No, not angry, ecstatic!" Chris tells her.
They small talk for a few minutes, going over the details of the day. Melissa tells Chris that she's there for the weekend. She has a room at the hotel just down the road. She slips her key into his front pocket.
"For safe keeping," she tells him. Smiling.
Chris leans in, whispering to her, "Oh yes. I will be needing that."
He takes her hand, leading her into the room. She pulls against him, shaking her head, "No."
"It will be okay." he tells her as he approaches the group he was with earlier.
"Gentlemen, this is Melissa. She is a very special person to me and has come from out of town to join us tonight as my escort."
They all say their hellos. Chris can see them eyeing her, seeing the envy. He smiles and pulls her close to him, his arm around her waist, keeping her near. He wants her to know she's safe there with him. He can feel the eyes upon them, the wives in the corner lower their gossip and he knows that they have become the subject of the talk in the room.
He excuses them, walks Melissa by the old women, grabbing her ass when they pass. The gasps could be heard over the softly playing music in the room. Melissa giggles, knowing what he did, shocking those old women.
"They are just jealous! Their old men don't do that for them any more." Chris says with a laugh.
Melissa laughs, feeling a little more at ease.
