over and whispered into her ear, “Look at the top table. Not one of them is listening to him.”
Krystal shivered at his warm breath on her ear—so sexy—then looked around. Sure enough, although some heads were turned toward the speaker, it was obvious most people were off in their own little world. In fact, toward the back of the room, where she and Troy were sitting, many of their work colleagues weren’t even pretending to pay attention.
“Pete is texting someone,” she whispered back, half horrified.
“So is Jan!”
Finally the speaker sat down again and the starters were served. Prawn and avocado salad with curry mango vinaigrette; Mediterranean torte with village salad; and crepe with baby spinach and semi-dried tomatoes, were placed alternately around the table and a brisk conversation broke out as meals were traded so everyone got something they liked.
Dancing had begun by the time they finished eating and Troy grabbed Krystal and pulled her out of her chair.
“Come on dance with me.”
“Um Troy, I’m not all that good…” Krystal trailed off uncomfortably.
“You’ll be fine. No one is going to be watching us in this crowd,” he encouraged her.
And she was. He guided her steps and made her laugh at his comments about what was happening around them.
After a choice of beef tenderloin, crispy skinned reef fish, or roast chicken breast, and still more speeches with the presentation to the CEO, the music began again and once again Troy dragged Krystal onto the dance floor.
This time the band played some slow songs and he pulled her into his arms, holding her close and saying, “I’m glad we came together tonight. I’ve enjoyed your company very much.
It’s been good to have someone to laugh with.”
He ran his hands up and down her back, discreetly, palming her butt and adding, “And that dress looks very good on you. I like a woman who actually eats real food and has something I can cuddle.”
Krystal leaned into his chest, inhaling his fresh, clean smell and loving the hard warmth of his body. “I hate going to the gym and I’m afraid my body demonstrates that all too clearly.
But thank you for being so polite about it. Besides, the food was too nice not to eat. Guess I lack discipline.”
“Mmm. I like your lack of discipline,” Troy murmured smoothing her back and pulling her even closer to him so she couldn’t help but notice his cock, large and hot, pressing into her belly.
Tingles spread up and down her spine as she pushed back into him with her hips and rubbed her breasts against his chest.
“God, you’re hot, Troy. You’re the nicest man I know and the sexiest.”
Troy bent his head and nibbled her earlobe sending waves of heat through her body and a rush of cream to her pussy.
They moved very slowly around the dance floor, bodies pressed tightly together, Troy’s hands gently massaging and pressing on her lower back, her butt, her sides. The heat from him sent weaves of arousal through her. Her nipples were as hard as rocks and digging into his chest.
“I think we have been at this party quite long enough. Let’s go back to your place before I fuck you right here,” Troy said.
“Yes. I want you too.”
***
Quickly they gathered her wrap and purse, said goodbye to those at their table and left the ballroom.
As Troy took her hand and led her in almost a run to the parking lot, Krystal noticed several other couples leaving too. Thank God they weren’t the first to sneak out.
In the car Troy’s hand rested on her thigh, then gradually crept higher. Her belly clenched with need and anticipation. Krystal longed to return the favor but didn’t want to risk a road accident so contented herself with leaning her head against his shoulder.
It was only as he turned into her street that she started worrying about how messy her bedroom might be. She’d tidied the living room before he came to pick her up, and changed her sheets just yesterday, but had she left
Krystal shivered at his warm breath on her ear—so sexy—then looked around. Sure enough, although some heads were turned toward the speaker, it was obvious most people were off in their own little world. In fact, toward the back of the room, where she and Troy were sitting, many of their work colleagues weren’t even pretending to pay attention.
“Pete is texting someone,” she whispered back, half horrified.
“So is Jan!”
Finally the speaker sat down again and the starters were served. Prawn and avocado salad with curry mango vinaigrette; Mediterranean torte with village salad; and crepe with baby spinach and semi-dried tomatoes, were placed alternately around the table and a brisk conversation broke out as meals were traded so everyone got something they liked.
Dancing had begun by the time they finished eating and Troy grabbed Krystal and pulled her out of her chair.
“Come on dance with me.”
“Um Troy, I’m not all that good…” Krystal trailed off uncomfortably.
“You’ll be fine. No one is going to be watching us in this crowd,” he encouraged her.
And she was. He guided her steps and made her laugh at his comments about what was happening around them.
After a choice of beef tenderloin, crispy skinned reef fish, or roast chicken breast, and still more speeches with the presentation to the CEO, the music began again and once again Troy dragged Krystal onto the dance floor.
This time the band played some slow songs and he pulled her into his arms, holding her close and saying, “I’m glad we came together tonight. I’ve enjoyed your company very much.
It’s been good to have someone to laugh with.”
He ran his hands up and down her back, discreetly, palming her butt and adding, “And that dress looks very good on you. I like a woman who actually eats real food and has something I can cuddle.”
Krystal leaned into his chest, inhaling his fresh, clean smell and loving the hard warmth of his body. “I hate going to the gym and I’m afraid my body demonstrates that all too clearly.
But thank you for being so polite about it. Besides, the food was too nice not to eat. Guess I lack discipline.”
“Mmm. I like your lack of discipline,” Troy murmured smoothing her back and pulling her even closer to him so she couldn’t help but notice his cock, large and hot, pressing into her belly.
Tingles spread up and down her spine as she pushed back into him with her hips and rubbed her breasts against his chest.
“God, you’re hot, Troy. You’re the nicest man I know and the sexiest.”
Troy bent his head and nibbled her earlobe sending waves of heat through her body and a rush of cream to her pussy.
They moved very slowly around the dance floor, bodies pressed tightly together, Troy’s hands gently massaging and pressing on her lower back, her butt, her sides. The heat from him sent weaves of arousal through her. Her nipples were as hard as rocks and digging into his chest.
“I think we have been at this party quite long enough. Let’s go back to your place before I fuck you right here,” Troy said.
“Yes. I want you too.”
***
Quickly they gathered her wrap and purse, said goodbye to those at their table and left the ballroom.
As Troy took her hand and led her in almost a run to the parking lot, Krystal noticed several other couples leaving too. Thank God they weren’t the first to sneak out.
In the car Troy’s hand rested on her thigh, then gradually crept higher. Her belly clenched with need and anticipation. Krystal longed to return the favor but didn’t want to risk a road accident so contented herself with leaning her head against his shoulder.
It was only as he turned into her street that she started worrying about how messy her bedroom might be. She’d tidied the living room before he came to pick her up, and changed her sheets just yesterday, but had she left
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