The guests of honor entered the crowded room, shoulders touching, his hand possessively in the small of her back. Her black dress was backless and his thumb was touching her warm flesh. The dress was also rather low in the front, perfectly setting off the thick gold omega necklace around her throat, the only piece of jewelry adorning her, except for the rings on her fingers. The slits on each side of the dress went from the floor to the top of her thighs. Her coal black hair was piled atop her head and soft tendrils fell around her face, floating in the breeze as she walked. Her red toenails peeked from the stiletto heels on her feet. She was taller than him because of the hair and heels but she didn’t overwhelm his presence. He was a tall 6’-3”, massive shoulders perfectly set off in his Saville Row dinner jacket. Narrow at the waist with a flat, hard abdomen, he was a fine specimen of a man, and it was easy for him to dominate any space he entered. Heads turned and there was an audible gasp from the other guests…followed by enthusiastic applause.
He leaned in to whisper something in her ear, and as he did, his hand slipped unobtrusively down and cupped her ass. She felt a little shiver, always her reaction at his touch, and she knew instinctively and correctly that he had the beginning of an erection. She turned and kissed him lightly on the cheek, quickly inhaling his breath into her lungs…. sustenance for the evening ahead, while allowing the back of her hand to brush against the front of his trousers, confirming what she already knew.
A passing waiter stopped and she selected a white wine and he asked for Jack Daniels on the rocks - two, no more, no less. The waiter returned shortly and then they moved into the room, gliding almost majestically as they were absorbed into the crowd. He smiled into her amber eyes as she walked away, hearing not her footsteps but the softest tinkling of the bell she wore beneath her dress, the bell he had place on her naked body as they were dressing. Audible to anyone paying attention, he knew he was the only one aware of the sound… and his erection grew.
The reception tonight was a necessity. They would rather have stayed home and relaxed, but fundraisers are necessary if you have political aspirations, and she did. He was her most avid supporter and he loved being in the background, letting her own the room – an easy task for her since she was head and shoulders taller than many of the guests. His eyes followed her constantly, as he chatted with a group of potential high-dollar donors. And so often he would see her look up, find his eyes, and slightly lift her glass to him, the huge diamond on her hand nearly as bright as her smile. A tiny tilt of his glass to her and they were back talking and smiling, not missing a beat.
A clink-clink-clink sound of a knife lightly tapping fine crystal drew everyone’s attention to the host, standing in the center of the room. After words of welcome and without formality, he said, ‘with no further ado, I give you our special guests, and recent newlyweds, Reid Mitchell and his lovely bride, and the next congresswoman from our district, Katherine Mitchell.’ They stepped from the crowd and met each other in the center of the floor, lightly kissing and then smiling to the cheering guests. Then the host announced dinner and everyone headed for the huge dining room, shuffling about looking for their seats. Kate took Reid’s arm as they walked, pressing her shoulder against his and squeezing his arm lightly.
The found their seats, adjacent to each other in deference to their newly married status. Reid at the end of the table and Kate between him and the owner of several local TV and radio affiliates. As everyone was taking their seats, Kate slipped her foot out of one shoe and slid her foot into the chair and covertly sat on it. Her foot was cool against her bare buttocks and she smiled at the feeling. As she placed her napkin in her lap, she felt Reid slip his hand onto her thigh, squeezing it lightly. Kate turned to smile at him as he slipped his hand between her legs and when he leaned over to kiss her cheek, she almost giggled at the ‘tinkle’ sound – the sound of him slipping two fingers inside her, coating them with her dampness, a motion that only took a second. As he straightened up, she watched him from the corner of her eye as he brought his fingers to his upper lip and lightly spread a little glistening streak of her moisture there. He loved doing this, so he could smell her scent when he wanted to. She reached for his hand and kissed those same fingertips just as the waiter leaned over her shoulder and set the first course in front of her…..
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