"Hello, eyecatcher."Hello, eyecatcher..!", I turned around and saw her. She had changed into jeans and a T shirt and was standing there with her hands on hips. "I would like an orange juice, would you oblige?" she asked me. There was a a thin smile on her lips. I gave her the glass, but refused to let go until her fingers closed on mine. "My, my", she said gently wrenching it from me. We looked at each other and burst out laughing. Somebody bumped into me spilling wine on my shirt. I looked at him in disgust. "Come on", I smiled at her,"the garden seems much more civilized." I lead her to the parks where the crowd was a bit less. "My husband has gone for the conference, I really should'nt be here, you know", she said. I smiled and patted her shoulder. We talked a bit, her husband was in the arms dealing business and making tonnes of money. He usually doesnt take her around with him. Not unlikely, I thought, with that load of money he can screw his ass of every night with a bevy of the most desirable girls. As we walked our hands brushed each other. After a time we stopped pretending and my hand was on her elbow, pulling her close to me. Soon her hips ground against me, "Oops !" she said, but I drew her close, pulling her face to mine. We kissed hungrily for a few minutes, my hands running over her thighs, cupping and kneading her buttocks. Her heavy breasts rhythmically rubbed on my chest. "I really must go now" she gasped breaking the kiss. |