I wanted to go over and say "Give yourself to me." But who says that? I just sat there and watched her from across the room and thought of her naked. Well, not quite naked. Not to start with.

I thought first of walking over and nudging aside that idiot who was talking to her; what a tool, he had no idea what to say. It was plain from her face she couldn't give a fuck. I'd walk up, and just slide on in between the two of them. He'd get the hint, walk away, chum.

Look in her eyes, yes. You can always read the eyes, right? Lift my hand up, run a finger down her cheek, soft; down her neck, that sweet spot that meets her shoulder...and just slide that spaghetti strap right off. Nothing but smooth bronze skin, minus a fraction of fabric.

At this point she'd take the hint.

I stand up, trailing my fingertips down her arm, to lightly grasp her hand, help her up. Through the crowd, easy, easy- I can feel her fingers winding into mine, holding lightly, then tight- is she as anxious as I am? I glance back and catch a glimpse of her, just a look, that half smile- oh yeah, she's there.

Several attempts at rooms and we find one where shoes and other hard objects are not thrown immediately upon opening a door. Quick glance in- safe. Door shut. Light switch yields teeny lamp with minimal light- good, I'm still nervous.

She's against the door. I wish my hands were already all over her but I feel like I can't move.

No problem - she's apparently psychic and knows I'm freaking out- her hands are on either side of my face and pulling me in and oh god it's her mouth and sweet heaven her lips are full and lush and wet and warm and her tongue! I could stay here forever but then my hands are on her too and her hips are and then her waist so slim and the small of her back and spine and ribs and sweet gods the most perfect motherfuckin tits ever created! Full pert tight nipples utterly suckable lickable loveable-

I let go of her mouth deep breath and look at her- that grin is back on her face and I think mine is there too- and dammit P have to do it kiss chin and neck and that little hollow and cleavage GOD! All I want to do all day is be here...but I must get this fucking dress off.

Hands around, zipper down, fingers up and under and OOPS it slides down that luscious body and curves and hotdamnnobraonlythong. I slide my hand down to slide so easily over, sweet jesus, slick girl. She moans against my neck and I rub a little (just to test the waters) and she looks up and pushes me back and smiles...

And I can feel her hands on me, god so hot, and suddenly me dress is gone too and suddenly there's only us, pushing backwards, and then there's a bed - ouch that's the floor...okay, a little laughter, then the smiles again, her hair falling in my face and hers. She smells like raspberries, her mouth's on mine, I can feel her breasts pressing against me, hard nipples and her hands are on my panties and they're gone and she sucking on my tits and squeezing them and kissing my belly and touching me - oh sweet god.

She still looks great from over here.