When the line between fantasy and reality is erased, the real fun begins. Stacy hates benefit dinners -- fake smiles and empty conversation with people she can barely tolerate. Good thing she has her imagination to keep her occupied with sexual fantasies involving the other guests. As the night wears on her imaginings become more vivid and it gets harder to tell where fantasy ends and reality begins.
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Fantasy vs. Reality
Zenobia Renquist
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Nick slipped his hand around her waist and steered her away. "Honey, there's a hors d'oeuvres buffet. You missed lunch, right? Go get a snack."
She looked in the direction he indicated. Several people gathered around a long table of varied finger foods and pre-poured drinks. "Looks delicious. Did you want anything?"
"Surprise me." He kissed her cheek and gave her butt a pat.
His jealous attitude made her smile. Typical Nick. He loved when she wore outfits that showed off her body so people could see how good he had it, but that love waned when people's interest lingered longer than it should... especially on her breasts. Nick loved her breasts. She'd gotten the dress for that reason.
He would be so hot and bothered by the time they got home that he wouldn't waste the time to get to the bedroom before unzipping her. With the kids visiting their grandparents this weekend, that all but guaranteed sex against the front door and on the couch and possibly the coffee table.
Nick would be in top form and employing every trick to get her in a better mood after having to put up with his coworkers. Thinking about it made her panties wet. This evening couldn't end fast enough for her.
A man bumped Stacy as he turned from the buffet table. Sauce from the small plate he carried dripped onto the swell of one of Stacy's breasts. She made a perturbed noise and backed up a step, bumping a second person and not caring.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I should have looked before I turned," the man said. "At least it missed the dress, right?" He gave a strained chuckle and then cleared his throat. "Here. Let me uh... get... uh... Excuse me." He leaned over and put his plate down before reaching past Stacy.
She thought he would grab a napkin so she could get the sauce before it dripped between her breasts. A surprised squeak escaped her mouth when he slipped an arm around her waist and held her close as he ducked his head. His hot mouth landed on her skin, followed by his tongue. He licked her skin, removing the sauce and sending Stacy's libido into overdrive.
She leaned back with her hands on his shoulders prepared to push him away. Her fingers bunched into the shoulders of his suit, pulling him closer as he trailed his mouth to the edge of her dress.
He said in a husky voice, feathering his breath across her skin, "I think I got it all, but I better check to be sure. You don't want to be sticky."
"No, I don't."
His tongue returned, delving between her breasts, as he scooped one hand into her dress and edged it down. Her breasts bounced when the dress gave way and exposed her nipples to the cool air. They hardened, begging for attention as the man worked his mouth down between her breasts and then to the side. When he took one nipple into his mouth, Stacy let out in a soft moan.
He circled his tongue around the hard nub and then flicked it before sucking at it. Stacy arched into his mouth with her leg riding his hip. A hard bulge in his pants pressed against her clit, exciting her more. Shifting her hips in a slight side-to-side motion, she rubbed her pussy against him.
The hand he had around her waist moved lower, slipping into the opening of her dress so he cupped her ass. Oh, yes. She was very happy she'd bought this dress. Easy access made everything better faster.
The man released her nipple with a soft pop and met her gaze. "Maybe you should do it instead."
Stacy blinked a few times and reality reasserted itself. The man stood with a napkin held out to her and a sheepish expression that made him appear younger than he probably was. She snatched the napkin from him and dabbed at the sauce, getting to it right before it started dripping between her breasts.
"Sorry again." He retrieved his plate and walked away.
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