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AwakeningsCHAPTER 3The PartyThe weeks dragged on so slowly. He found himself daydreaming about the charity event and a chance to spend the whole night with Isabella. He was consumed by thoughts of her and all that had passed between them. He was intoxicated by her beauty, her taste and smell, and found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on his work. But he had sensed her uncertainty the last time they had been together. That explosive evening had been incredible, but he did not want to spoil things by pushing her too fast again too soon. He realised the powerful effect she had on him and wanted things to be right. Most importantly, he realised he cared for her and how she thought of him. This was certainly far from being all about the sex.He worked hard at being friendly, warm and professional in the office. He made sure he saved his best smiles for her and took every opportunity to brush his hand against her. She would blush and return his smiles, sometimes giggling with him.He was really pleased to see how well Isabella had become part of the team. She had forged a particularly close bond with Tamara and the two of them could often be heard laughing outside his office. They had forged that type of easy, tactile friendship that only girls seem to do. He wasn’t sure whether he was just imagining it or whether it was simply something to do with the weather improving, but he noticed that the two of them seemed to be dressing a little more provocatively recently. He had always found Tamara attractive and they both went back a long way.When she had first joined the firm they had had sex in her first week. It was purely sexual and they had a real rapport, but it had never developed beyond fuck buddies. Every now and then they would still hook up, particularly if Tamara had had a row with her boyfriend Carl. They were a volatile couple and Tamara liked to take out her frustrations by screwing other guys when they rowed. They had a pretty open relationship and she knew Carl also played the field, but they adored each other underneath it all.Now seeing how she and Isabella got on, his mind naturally sometimes wandered…what if the two of them and he could…. the idea had been at the forefront of his mind on more than one occasion as he made himself come.The day of the charity dinner arrived. He wanted to make it so special for Isabella. He had arranged a car to take them to the hotel. He showered thinking of what might happen. He had persuaded her to stay the night at the Grosvenor where the dinner was being held. He had not mentioned what the sleeping arrangements would be and noticed that she hadn’t asked. It did make sense to stay over though – it would be 2 or 3 in the morning before the dancing would finish.The hot water felt so good on his skin, refreshing him. He realized he was imagining how Isabella would look in her dress and what she might wear underneath. He was amused to see he had yet another hard-on. He wondered whether to masturbate, but he didn’t want to come…just yet. So he settled for a good soaping of himself, slowly drawing back his foreskin and feeling the delicious slippery wetness gathering there. He physically ached for Isabella. At the end of his shower he changed the temperature setting to pure cold and gasped as the jets of icy water smothered him. So invigorating!He dressed carefully in his Dinner Suit. He loved the ritual of assembling it – the shirt studs, cufflinks, braces and cummerbund. He stood before the mirror and tied his bow tie. He took pride in tying his own and never would use a clip-on. No self-respecting Gentleman would. The bow came out perfectly first time. A good omen…The large silver Mercedes pulled up outside Isabella’s house. He rang the doorbell while the driver türbanlı escort held the back door open. Isabella emerged in a long dark coat. He caught a glimpse of orange material beneath. Her hair looked stunning – cascading over her shoulders in delicate curls. She wore simple silver earrings and a silver studded necklace. The only other part of her outfit he could see was a glimpse of her towering black stilettos.She looked incredible. He took her hand and kissed her cheek lovingly. Her eyes really did sparkle as she smiled at him. “You look…stunning!” he smiled.“Pretty dapper yourself!” she replied.He guided her into the back seat and the driver eased the car around and off into the traffic. They spent a few moments just smiling at each other and then started to chat in the familiar way they found so easy now. He held her hand.The car was warm and he suggested she remove her coat. She decided simply to unbutton it and he could now appreciate it better. It was a simply cut and stunningly beautiful silk orange with an orange mesh halter neck sweeping up from under her breasts. “Beautiful. Just beautiful!” he purred. He leant forward and kissed her softly on the lips. He heard her sigh softly. He wanted her right now. He wanted to possess her, to lift up her dress and fuck her right there in the back seat. But he knew that would not be right. This evening would play out slowly and be all the more incredible for it.The dinner itself was exciting. There were over 2,000 guests seated in the Grand Ballroom around circular tables of between and 10 and 16. Everybody looked smart and elegant and the atmosphere was electric. He could see she was relieved he was placed next to her on the table and he took great care to ensure she was always in conversation either with himself or with the other guests. She had an easy way with people and even though he could see she was initially nervous, he was incredibly proud at how she chatted happily with the other guests – but mainly proud she was with him.The wine flowed and the guests’ reserve slowly diminished. The atmosphere was fun and alive. They held hands under the table and at last she guided his hand to her thigh. The heavy tablecloth fell over her lap so he was free to touch her without anyone being able to see. She was talking to the guest on her other side. Gently and painstakingly slowly, he started to pull her dress upwards. There was so much material it took a long time, but eventually his hand reached the smooth skin of her knee. She shifted a little in her chair but otherwise gave no sign of what was happening.Daniel was talking all the while to a beautiful girl across the table. His hand smoothed her skin, moving softly up her thigh until he could feel the tops of her stockings and what was clearly a suspender belt. He smiled to himself. He slowly circled upwards until his fingers brushed the lacy material of her underwear. He explored further and deduced it must be a tiny g-string. He smiled again.He was rewarded after a few moments by Isabella slowly shifting in her chair, opening her thighs as she did. He now had better access. He stroked his fingernails against her increasingly swollen pussy through the flimsy material. She opened her thighs wider. He slipped his middle finger under the g-string and instantly felt her wetness. She was soaking. The feeling as her warm flesh enveloped the tip of his finger was extraordinarily powerful and his cock seemed to expand down his trouser leg. For a moment he lost his train of thought and stumbled over his words with the girl across the table. She must have seen something in his expression, because she opened her eyes a little, then looked across at Isabella. She noticed the way the türbanlı escort bayan redness was gathering at the base of Isabella’s neck and the faraway look in her eyes. Daniel realized the girl had worked out what was happening and she suddenly flashed him a smile of understanding. Isabella turned just at that moment and the girl turned to smile at her too. Isabella’s expression was one of pure need and the girl responded with a look of complete desire. Some unspoken acknowledgement passed between them. Isabella then turned to Daniel, closed her eyes and gave him a deep, lovingly sensuous kiss, while clamping her thighs tightly around his hand. The girl watched, feeling the wetness gathering between her own thighs.They had coffee at the table and then some of the guests drifted away to dance. Daniel kissed Isabella who smiled dreamily at him. He took her hand and was about to lead her to the dance floor when the girl sat herself in the empty chair beside Isabella. “Hi. Sorry we didn’t get to speak much during the meal. It’s just too noisy in here!” she smiled.She was slender and tall with light brown hair that fell past her shoulders. She had a slight German lilt to her accent. Isabella noticed the cute mole on her neck.“I’m Anjelica” she announced.She was addressing herself purely to Isabella.“Isabella” she replied “and I think you’ve already been introduced to Daniel”She turned and smiled at Daniel. “Yes” she said simply. Then without warning she took Daniel’s hand and brought it to her face. She inhaled deeply and they both realized she was inhaling Isabella’s scent on his fingers. Daniel and Isabella were both shocked by the audacity of this move. Anjelica then slowly started to kiss and lick his fingers. They were powerless. Anjelica then let his hand drop, turned back to Isabella and kissed her deeply, her tongue exploring her mouth.Isabella trembled with desire and let out a small yelp, half worried about someone seeing them, half melting.Anjelica sat back and then stood. Isabella looked around nervously, but no one was close and seemed to have seen anything.“I hope to see you later. I am in room 327”Then she turned and walked towards the crowds of guests.Daniel and Isabella watched her go and then beamed at one another, before bursting out laughing. They were high with love for each other and the shared lust they felt for Anjelica. They downed their wine and Daniel pulled her to the dance floor. It was heaving with gyrating bodies. The live band, Madhen, was a favourite of Daniel’s and the crowd were lost in the brilliant music. They forced their way into the middle and danced. Daniel knew Isabella would be a good dancer from her training, but he was mesmerised at how she moved. His heart lurched once more for her. It was hot and the sweat began to gather on their skin. Isabella reached for his bow tie and pulled it undone. Then she slowly undid two buttons on his shirt, her fingers lingering on his fine chest hair. He grabbed her and pulled her roughly to him, kissing her hard, his tongue invading her mouth. He felt her go weak and held her more tightly to him. His cock was rigid and drilled into her stomach. She reached down and stroked him through his trousers, their actions lost in the heaving crowd.He had never wanted anyone so much. He had to have her…now. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the mass of bodies. Hands and limbs brushed over them as they moved. He checked back. Isabella’s eyes were closed, trusting in him to pull her through. Finally they reached the edge, their ears ringing. He led her across the ballroom to an exit and they moved hurriedly through silent corridors, Daniel trying every door. He found one that opened into a dark escort türbanlı room. It looked like a small dining room, a couple of tables already set for breakfast. He pulled Isabella in and slammed the door, quickly jamming a chair up against the handle. Isabella stood still, waiting. Daniel kissed her hard again, his hands exploring her breasts through the silky material. He could feel her nipples hard, urging him to pinch them. He reached past her and swept the table clear. The silence was shattered with the crashes of the glass, cutlery and crockery. He held her shoulders firmly and kissed her again. She whimpered, her desperate need for him clear.He gently grasped the material at the back of her neck and lifted it up and forwards. Then swiftly undid the clasp and zip at the back. Her dress fell to the floor, revealing her perfect breasts and the black suspender belt and g-string. He had never seen such a perfect sight and paused for a moment to drink in her beauty.Then he pushed her firmly backwards, supporting her as he laid her back on the table. He kissed her breasts and sucked and bit her nipples. She squirmed and he pushed himself between her thighs, spreading her wide. His cock bulged in his trousers and he pushed against her. She wriggled, rubbing herself against his hardness.He kissed her neck and then down her stomach, finally kissing her swollen lips through her g-string.He smelled her perfect smell again and slowly peeled her g-string off. Her beautiful soaking pussy was completely exposed to him. He gazed at her, the sheer breathtaking beauty of her pulsing pussy overwhelming him. He adored her fine pubic hair and noticed how she had freshly shaved around her lips and the landing strip was far shorter. He moved his mouth closer and let his warm breath blow across her. He saw the flash react. The tip of his nose brushed against her clit and a jolt shot through her. Then he plunged his mouth over, consuming her completely as if a starving man presented with a feast. He couldn’t get enough of her. His tongue explored every part of her and he sucked and nibbled and bit her. Her breathing became louder and louder, her breaths shorter. She whimpered and moaned.“Oh God that’s good” she cried.He continued, working her clit and sucking her, biting her gently.His face was coated with her and he was in heaven. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah” Her breathing was now rapid and he knew she was on the verge of coming.Then it was on her and she convulsed, yelping, her legs flailing uncontrollably. He waited a second for the intensity to fade a little and then teased her clitoris further. She came again almost immediately, crying out with incredulity.She grasped his hair pulling his face further into her, almost fucking his mouth. He continued and she experienced a rolling orgasm, one climax merging into the next.He judged that now was the time. He gave her pussy one more loving deep kiss and then stood, tugging at his belt and boxers. He felt his cock would burst. Isabella craned her neck to look at him, absent-mindedly licking her lips. She lifted her feet higher and wider, waiting for him. He grasped his cock and guided himself to her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him to her. He plunged inside her and they both groaned deeply, a****listically. He fucked her…hard, gripping her thighs. She wriggled and pushed against him, needing him as deep inside as possible.The sweat beaded on their foreheads as he pushed into her, his thumb once again finding her clitoris.“Come in me baby…please” she begged. He could already feel it building and he plunged on, his head thrown back with the ecstasy of her tight pussy gripping his cock. He belonged right here…this is where he wanted to be…this was right.He jerked forward as it hit him. He pumped himself deep into her and she locked her thighs around him, accepting him, holding him to her, wanting all of him.He fell forward kissing her breasts tenderly as she held his head and stroked his hair.“I love you” he panted.“I love you too” she replied softly.TO BE CONTINUED …

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