The Belle of the Ball and the Dashing Woman

Who doesn’t love an excuse to dress up? I arrive to the historic mansion in a gorgeous, cascading gown. A string quartet plays familiar tunes, as the guests exchange pleasantries. There are beautiful women and handsome men, yet as I enter the ballroom there are gasps of awe at my beauty. I am the belle of the ball, and I could have my pick of any of the elegance bachelors.

Then I see her. She is wearing a sleek tuxedo, leaning against a pillar and observing the party coolly. She is handsome, and once I spot her I keep finding my eyes drifting towards her. She catches my eyes, and she acknowledges my look with a charming smirk. A man asks for a dance, I politely acquiesce. Yet as he and I dance, I can’t help but glance in her direction every few seconds. She notices immediately because she is watching me. I see her eyes take me in - my hair, my beaming face, my breasts, my hips and my legs. She makes no effort to hide it - in fact it’s clearly she wants me to see her check me out.

The song ends - I curtsy, he bows, and I dismiss myself and head towards doors to the ballroom. I look back at her, and give her an inviting smile. I continue on, but I know she is sauntering behind me. Through the doors, and I’m in a hallway of this mansion. Without a word, she comes up and takes my hand, gently pulling me down the hallway.

Past the ballroom, a door is slightly ajar, revealing the gorgeous study and library. She looks around, then seeing nobody enters the room, pulling me along.

We don’t really have to talk - our lips lock as soon as the door closes behind me. She brushes my skin with her hand, then leads me to a comfortable seat clearly made for reading. She stands over me and kisses me, but then she’s under my bustling skirt. The dress slips down, heat rises, and soon we are desperately kissing, holding, fingering and fucking.

After our passions are sated, we exchange names and chat as we dress. We return to the ballroom, and she leads me in dance for the rest of the night.