You walk into the room and I immediately feel your presence...I don't see you with all the people milling about but I can feel you. The reaction my body has is involuntary, but welcome, nonetheless. As I scan the faces in the room, looking to catch a glimpse of you, I start to plan my attack.
There you are, making small talk with some leggy blonde over by the bar. I let you flirt with her a bit while I watch. Not some of your best stuff, but entertaining nonetheless. You catch my eye and smirk, you know I've been watching and this somehow urges you to move in closer to her. My reaction is swift and I turn my back to you, looking out the window. I will not give you the satisfaction of seeing me pissed at the attention you are showing her, even if it is harmless flirting.
I take a sip of my drink, trying to decide if I want to stay or just call it a night altogether.
You approach me from behind. I can feel the urgency in your movements. You are nervous that you went too far, that this night is not going to end the way you had envisioned. I let you sweat it out a second longer, knowing that your thoughts are racing trying to figure out how to get back in good graces.
I turn around just as you reach me, "Having a good time," I ask, with a subtle bite to my words.
You smile, reaching to place your arm around my waist. I shrug you off and step back. "Not sure I am going to stay and watch the show," I say, turning back to the window.
You approach me from behind, nuzzling my neck, whispering, "working myself up to give you my best."
I fight the urge to give into you, despite wanting to turn and blow you in front of all these people.
"Whatever you need to tell yourself," I reply.
You wrap your arms around me, pressing yourself tightly against my backside. I can feel your excitement growing at the contact. Again, I try to pull away. You aren't having it this time. My resistance isn't any match for your strength. So, I do the only thing I can think of the catch you off guard and move into you, ever so slightly. We both feel you twitch in response.
You lose focus for a split second but it's enough for me to break free. I take the last sip of my drink and state to noone in particular, "I'm leaving. I've had enough."
You follow me to the closet for my coat. I remove the coat from the hook and you take it from me, holding it for me to put on. I hate it when you do this. Trying to manipulate my emotions by being a gentleman, when you've so clearly been an ass.
I slip my jacket on and turn to face you, "Thanks, now you can go back to whatever it was you were doing."
You follow me to the door, reaching in front of me to open it. "After you," you lower your arm in front of me to exit.
"Where do you think you're going," I ask, with a raised eyebrow.
You smile at me, "I think I'm going to find a nice quiet spot and have my way with you, how does that sound?"
I stifle a laugh, "I think you're having pipe dreams. I'm not in the mood to go and do anything with you. I think I'm going to fly solo and take care of myself, thank you very much."
"Can I watch, at least," you smirk. You know how that smirk affects me. I readjust, standing there.
"Problem?" Now you're pretty sure you've wore me down, you are right.
I link my arm in yours, as we exit the party. "Just remember, I'm calling the shots here," I say as we stand in front of the elevator. We both chuckle, knowing nothing could be further from the truth.
The elevator doors shut and I press myself against the back of you, reaching around and slipping both hands into the pockets of your trousers. "Hey, there! What do you think you're doing," you exclaim, rather frantic.
"This thing could stop at any moment. We might get caught!"
I wiggle my fingers in your pockets, "Oh, I hope so!" I feel you respond, even though you are trying to fight it.
Your body knows me, is drawn to me, craves the taunting it's about to endure. I slowly move myself up and down your back, my nipples rubbing against the back of your shirt. You let out an audible sigh.
"Should I stop?" I ask knowing how much my breasts turn you on.
"God, please don't stop." I smile, realizing we could very well play this game of cat and mouse all evening...
The elevator finally arrives in the lobby, I step back removing all contact with you. "Let's go to your place, it's closer," you say as you grab my hand.
"Um, a little presumptuous, aren't you? I just watched you putting the moves on that young girl at the party. I'm not sure you're up to grownup games and I'm in no mood to simply give tonight."
You let my hand go and place it firmly on my ass, giving it more than a little squeeze, as we exit the building. "Don't you worry about me. I just hope you're well rested, it's going to be a very long night."
Your hand creates a buzz between my thighs. But I play it cool and keep walking just slightly ahead of you. We travel the 6 blocks to my apartment in record time. I fumble with the key to my door and you take it out of my hand, reaching around me and grazing my right breast. I'm still trying to figure out if it was on purpose or not when you open the door and manhandle me inside.
As soon as the door is shut you pin me against the wall, hands over my head, kissing me fully on the mouth. Immediately your tongue enters my mouth greedily, searching every crevice. Your urgency takes my breathe away.
I move my pelvis forward, grinding against you, "We have way too many clothes on," I say into your mouth.
"What?" you ask breaking our connection.
"I want to feel you. Every inch of your body against mine. We need to get our clothes off," I say as you still hold my hands over my head.
"Nope. Not yet. I have a little something in mind," you say, smiling at me.
No good can come of this, I think, I just want to fuck and you want to play games.
"You can take your coat off but I want you to keep everything else on." You release my hands and I remove my jacket and hang it in the closet. I walk down the hall to the bedroom, where you instantly disappeared to...at least that's a good sign.
I enter to see you fully naked and semi aroused. I reach up to start unzipping my dress.
"No. You say exactly how you are," you order firmly.
I'm beginning to lose patience with you. "Are we going to fuck or what?"
"Such language from a lady. Luckily, I know that you're not quite as proper behind closed doors." You approach me, eyebrow raised. "Are you?"
"Am I what?" I ask, playing coy.
"A lady or something else behind closed doors?" you inquire, knowing full well what the answer is.
