TheWanderer
I roam around, around, around
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Her dress had his eyes constantly drawn to her over the crowd of the party. There were plenty of pretty women there, of course, dressed to impress and not all of them married like her. She was forbidden fruit and he had had a taste, his eyes now only for her. He straightened out his shirt and jacket, grabbing a drink from a passing waitress. He wasn't much of a drinker but needed some liquid courage before he could approach her.
The house - mansion, really - was hers. Her husband was a wealthy CEO of another company and as a couple, they had hosted Christmas Parties there for years. Why spend money on renting a hotel when you had a large enough home? The two companies - his and hers - were small enough that they often combined them for such parties. There were caterers and waiters all over the place too, a large ballroom placing host to the dinner. Right now, people were simply socializing and drinking.
He knew her from work, assigned a project that they worked on together. They talked. They flirted. A lot. The innuendo, the ease of conversation, the lingering touches. It didn't matter that she had a ring on her finger - even if it cost more than his yearly salary. There was a very obvious connection there. A connection that had led to a very forbidden kiss in the office late one night, walking down a hallway where mistletoe had been hung. Instead of stepping around the 'spot', they had stopped under it. They had shared a nervous laugh and joke about the mistletoe and then their lips were on each others, tongues doing a quick exploration of each others before they broke apart, breathless.
There was a certain need there, a certain desire yet untouched. Not here, not now. But she promised him a 'house tour' at the Company Christmas party.
So he had watched her, waiting for an opportune time. Apart from a friendly greeting, they hadn't seen each other all night. Andrew was there stag - no wife, no SO, no girlfriend - and found himself alone more often than not. Glancing around, he spotted her. And than he saw her husband. Her husband was talking to a small group of people while she was alone for the first time all night, standing near the bar as though ordering a drink.
He came up behind her, unable to resist sliding his hand onto her bared back. "Hello." He murmurs softly, glancing to the side, making sure no one could hear them. "You look absolutely stunning." He rubs her back, then lets his hand drop but not before letting it brush over the curve of her ass. "Did you still want to give me that house tour?"
If interested, either PM your character and/or respond here.
Her dress had his eyes constantly drawn to her over the crowd of the party. There were plenty of pretty women there, of course, dressed to impress and not all of them married like her. She was forbidden fruit and he had had a taste, his eyes now only for her. He straightened out his shirt and jacket, grabbing a drink from a passing waitress. He wasn't much of a drinker but needed some liquid courage before he could approach her.
The house - mansion, really - was hers. Her husband was a wealthy CEO of another company and as a couple, they had hosted Christmas Parties there for years. Why spend money on renting a hotel when you had a large enough home? The two companies - his and hers - were small enough that they often combined them for such parties. There were caterers and waiters all over the place too, a large ballroom placing host to the dinner. Right now, people were simply socializing and drinking.
He knew her from work, assigned a project that they worked on together. They talked. They flirted. A lot. The innuendo, the ease of conversation, the lingering touches. It didn't matter that she had a ring on her finger - even if it cost more than his yearly salary. There was a very obvious connection there. A connection that had led to a very forbidden kiss in the office late one night, walking down a hallway where mistletoe had been hung. Instead of stepping around the 'spot', they had stopped under it. They had shared a nervous laugh and joke about the mistletoe and then their lips were on each others, tongues doing a quick exploration of each others before they broke apart, breathless.
There was a certain need there, a certain desire yet untouched. Not here, not now. But she promised him a 'house tour' at the Company Christmas party.
So he had watched her, waiting for an opportune time. Apart from a friendly greeting, they hadn't seen each other all night. Andrew was there stag - no wife, no SO, no girlfriend - and found himself alone more often than not. Glancing around, he spotted her. And than he saw her husband. Her husband was talking to a small group of people while she was alone for the first time all night, standing near the bar as though ordering a drink.
He came up behind her, unable to resist sliding his hand onto her bared back. "Hello." He murmurs softly, glancing to the side, making sure no one could hear them. "You look absolutely stunning." He rubs her back, then lets his hand drop but not before letting it brush over the curve of her ass. "Did you still want to give me that house tour?"