Promise

A girls night out. Fake tans, too short skirts, too long blond hair. Some friends, some just acquaintances, the bride to be in common. Gathered around the hen with champagne they giggle conspiratorially, only stopping their constant chat to top up their glasses. Excitement and promise seems to bubble from this party and the scent and sound of their frivolity is attracting attention.

One girl is slightly detached from the crowd. She joins in, laughing in all the right places but her eyes keep darting across the room. With thick, dark hair, he had captured her attention as she ordered at the bar. He had been watching her too. He liked how she didn't quite fit in, separated not only by the slight distance she stood away, but something else too. Her clothes perhaps? Or the look in her eye?

The eye contact is progressing to lingering glances. Just a little too long to be comfortable. It is unnerving her, the overwhelming affect this stranger is having. Lip biting, shifting from foot to foot and an indisputable heat creeping up her body.

Briefly her attention is drawn back to the party. When she looks again he is gone.

Frantically she searches the room. From behind her he is watching, her interest now confirmed.
He leans close, so close and breathes on her neck. A well spoken voice in her ear......'Come outside.'
Unable to move, the heat between her legs becomes a fire, engulfing her entire body, unable to breathe.

Oblivious to the questions of her friends, she leaves the bar, hunger and lust causing single mindedness. Find him. The oppressive heat is quickly replaced by cool autumn air. The sweat on her body chills her instantly. Her nipples are hard but not because of the temperature.

He is watching the door as she exits, he likes her face, her body, her height. He is smiling, he can't help himself, as she looks in his direction. She smiles back. Its him. Finally.

Close now, eyes searching each other, hands gripping tightly as they walk to the most private place they can find as quickly as they can. She is looking up at him as he guides her against the wall, eyes locked, so much history already. Deep kisses, searching tongues, arms pulling at each other, desperately trying to get closer.

He reaches down, stroking the back of his hand over her erect nipples, slim waist and smooth thighs, discovering the stockings underneath. She throws her head back, exposing her pale neck. He bites the white flesh as his fingers work their way past the stocking tops and into her knickers.

Slick and wet, so wet. Hot, inviting, gripping his fingers. She comes so quickly to his first ever touch , juices dripping down his hand. He wipes it over her lips, mouth, chin and kisses her messily. Tongues everywhere, their wet faces turning cold in the night air. He lifts that pretty dress up. Now to give her the promise he made weeks before...............