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Boring work Dinner Party

Standing around the cocktail party her husband insisted she go to despite her continued expressions of total disinterest in attending. After all she hated her husband and was already in the process of divorcing him so she could be with Him. Yes Him. The Man she met 9 months ago that awakened her inner animal. Whose passion engulfed her and who showed her pleasure can be limitless with the right person. The thought of Him brings and evil grin to her face and she notices a dampening of the panties he told her to wear this evening. Yes she might still be married, but she belonged mind, body and soul to Him. The evening wears on and she suffers through it as best she can. Smiling at all the right times and people, laughing at her husband's stupid jokes, being as polite, prim and proper as she can be. Needing to get away, if only for a just a moment, she excuses herself from the company of her husband's boring friends and walks over to the bar. About halfway there she catches something out of the corner of her eye. No, it can't be. She turns and starts to walk a little faster, trying to confirm what she knows can't be true. She saw Him. He is here. Her breath quickening to match her pace she hurries, aware of outward appearances she slows down as to not attract unwanted attention. She reaches the spot where she thought she saw Him. A square column alongside the room. Not surprised there is no one there. Dejectedly she turns to head back to the bar for that drink refill when she ...

... feels a tap on her right shoulder. Startled she turns to see Him, in the flesh. Her arms reach out to take him in and he stops her with a raised hand. Quickly regaining her composure, acutely aware of the mistake she almost made, blushing furiously she asks, “What are you doing here? How did you get in? This was by invitation only.” Grinning that evil way He does He replies, “Did you think I would have you suffer this evening alone?” As he points to the men's restroom. “Meet me there in 5 min,” as he walks away. Her lips begin to tremble and the slight wetness she felt earlier at thinking of him just increased ten fold. She didn't imagine seeing him tonight let alone the prospect of being with him. Her legs shuddered at the thought and she wondered if she would even be able to walk to the restroom. Glancing at her watch, noticing that only 2 minutes had passes she sighed with frustration. She wonders if she just walks slowly that maybe the time will pass. Deciding to throw caution to the winds she heads directly for the restroom hoping for the best. Quickly glancing around the room, taking a deep breath and hoping for the best she pushes the heavy oaken door open and steps in. Looking around she is relieved to see that are no strangers in the room however she doesn't see Him. Turning to look all the way around the room He is there. Smiling at her. His eyes alive with lust and passion as without looking he reaches and locks the door. Striding towards her in that animalistic walk ...