little black dress

She sees him out of the corner of her eye, she can't help but notice him, tall, handsome, elegant. She is only half listening to the conversation with the other ladies about throw pillows and cotton sheets. She turns and catches his attention.

She excuses herself and makes her way out of the party towards the powder room. She closes the door behind her and takes a look in the mirror. She is flushed and nervous.

She hears a light tap on the door.

He enters and they don't speak. His hands cup her face and draws his lips to hers. The kissing is slow at first and then becomes more urgent. He turns her so she is leaning agains the counter facing the mirror. He kisses her neck, her shoulder.

His pants fall to the floor with a gentle clink as the belt hits the linoleum. He gently raises her dress to discover that she is not wearing panties. He enters her and she slowly moans. They become one with each other, grabbing, kissing moaning. The 'come' together in the height of ecstacy and totally lose control.

After they finish and catch their breath, she lowers her little black dress and he pulls up his pants. He opens the door and slips out. She waits a few minutes and then makes her way back to the party.