I was pretty much enjoying the party, it was given for me, right? So I had to put up with all the smiles and small talk. Don't get me wrong, I'm amazingly grateful for everything but I'm not exactly the type to be in the spotlight. But you got to do what you got to do to blend in. From time to time though I felt the need to escape from all the noise. Thank God this mansion was big enough for me to hide in a different place each time.
So this time I chose to wonder around on the first floor of it. I knew that they might have a library in here somewhere, that would be great to take my mind of off everything. While I was going deeper into the darkness of the house, as it had a certain "into the woods" vibe, I felt a little unsure that I was allowed to be in here. My dress was not exactly comfy, but when exactly are dresses comfy, so the blue velvet was hugging my waist a little too tight, at least it was an A line below the waist, no sleeves, so it left me a little bear for my taste and the v neck cleavage didn't help either. Well it was a long dress, so that I liked.
Lost in thoughts about my dress, I didn't notice a shadow on my right and a hand dragging me in a room I had no clue was there. Panic enveloped me, my mind in overdrive thinking I was being kidnapped. Never crossed my mind though that there was no reason anybody would do that yet, I wasn't a public person so far. The shadow closed the door and trapped me between the door and it. I'm saying "it" as I was not sure if it was a him or a her. But make no mistake, once it molded its body with mine, I knew that it wasn't a woman who took me. He had a hard body, pressing mine in all of my soft spots. Why did I like it? I was in danger and my stupid body was enjoying this man's touch. Well the lack of such a touch in a long time might have been the reason.
He was so close I could feel him breathing down my face. He was drinking, the sweet flavor of alcohol blended with the one of cigarettes was intoxicating. One of his hands was on my waist, making sure I didn't move, the other one was near one of my arms, on the door. Wait a minute, I knew that perfume from somewhere, I just wasn't sure from where. This ghostly encounter was driving my heartbeat insane, pretty sure my adrenaline level was high in the sky.
He extended his hand that was on the door, somewhere on my left, pressing his body more into mine. What is it with us women and the pleasure of feeling hard muscles touching us all over? My brain was really not responding like it should in a dangerous situation. I wasn't even screaming. And then I felt his lips near my ear.
"Seems you like to snoop around. You've been doing this the whole night."
Oh my God! It's him, my legal counselor for my campaign… And this is his house. We agreed to have the party here so that we can keep an eye on the potential clients and to get a taste of what they want and if they represent a risk.
From the moment I first met him, I felt a strange pull to touch him and kiss those full lips, but I blamed this outing on my lack of body on body interaction and quickly dismissed it.
But now, oh now, I am really starting to feel him, all the places he's touching me, his breath now falling down my neck, his voice vibrating against my skin, goose bumps all over my body. I pull up the energy to say a few words.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to get away from all the noise."
"Hmm, but it's all for you. You should be there delving in it."
"It's not my style", I whisper trying to get my breath in check.
"And what is your style?"
You and me and … but of course I would never voice this thought.
"Maybe something darker and quieter?" He's guessing.
I nod although I don't think he can see it, but he can feel it.
"Mm, I can give you that."
OK, so he's going to let me stay here for a while, right? Right?...
"You know, I've been watching you the whole night wondering if I'll get a few minutes alone with you."
"Why?"
"Here, drink this."
And he's now touching the rim of a glass to my lips. The liquid has a powerful smell, similar to the one I felt on his breath.
"I don't drink."
And then he's turning on a small lamp near us and I get to see him and his body flush against mine, the way he's looking at me hits me right in my core. I cannot mistake what he's saying with his eyes. He's handing me the glass again. I nod that I don't want it, he nods that I should.
"You might need it for what will happen next."
This man… what is he doing to me? I take a small sip, feeling the liquid warming me up from head to toe I'm lost in taking the alcohol down and don't register that he put the glass down and now he's getting closer, if that's even possible.
"Hold on."
Hold on to what? And why? Stupid brain, stop overthinking.
And then his lips are touching mine and I loose every thought I had. He's not kissing me, no no, he's showing me with his lips what can happen next if I don't stop him. But it feels so good, how could I say no. When his warm and soft lips are having a private conversation with mine, plotting against me regaining my conscious.
So I am doing the next best thing, meaning finding his arms and really holding on, I am actually starting to get dizzy from this kiss. It's centering all of my energy in my lips and, well, in my belly. One of his hands is slowly lifting my dress and I can't wait for him to find my warm skin and touch it.
All good things come to an end, they say. So is our soon to be "more than just a kiss" when somebody chooses that particular moment to knock on the door we're up against.
"Be silent and they might go away."
Well that sounds like a plan, and you'd think it's piece of cake, but he's not stopping his road to discover me. He's kissing my neck and licking it just a bit, and yes, his hand is now on my leg, going up towards my hip.
An involuntary moan escapes my lips and he abruptly stops, looking me straight in the eyes.
"I told you to be quiet. Because we have to stop now, we'll settle this later. "
I'm standing there freezing, completely in awe, one minute he's making me see starts and now we're in the dark together.