Doing A Carol 34
Dear Diary.
After nibbling away on a tray laden with a delicious array of pre dinner appetisers whilst lounging on the sumptuous king size double bed covered in a variety of silks, satins and damasks, we finally managed to pull ourselves off from the comfy love making machine and got ready for our dinner.
With so many ‘Are you ready yet?’ coming from an impatient Jerry pacing about in the next room and with my replies of, ‘In a minute,’ calling over the many clothes hangers that were strewn across the floor from performing a mini fashion show for one, my decision was finally made. It wasn’t difficult, but it came down to an all time classic. A little black dress.
Yes, I know that sounds boring and clichéd, but this little number was different as it had a very daring plunging neck line which accentuated my breasts perfectly and it was a lot shorter in length than what I’m used to.
Though being a hot wife (even if Jerry still doesn’t know that yet) it does give me the excuse and the benefits of being able to experiment with my wardrobe and push those all important barriers on each seasonal collection I introduce to my walk in wardrobe, as well as turning the right kind of heads around town.
I’ve also been very artistic with my accessories and created a vintage designer looking belt made from several old gold chains and embellishments which I bought from some charity shops (as I do love a bargain) to resemble an 1980’s Chanel look, with a matching bracelet. I didn’t want to wear a necklace as I wanted to keep my look chic and classic, plus I wanted all the sexy men to gawp at my braless breasts and dream of burying their heads in them instead of being preoccupied with a bauble around my neck.
And of course, I slipped on a pair of black high heeled Manolo Blahniks to make my legs look good as they were seductively covered in my silky black seamed stockings, just to finish off the look! Well, it would have been rude if I hadn’t worn them, wouldn’t it?
Jerry looked smart in his dark blue colourful lined Paul Smith suit and flowered shirt. It was something that I picked out for him a few weeks ago as otherwise he would have worn a boring business suit as usual. Possibly in black or brown. And as it’s the party season, I wanted Jerry to sparkle, look a bit different from his normal office uniform and stand out from the sea of grey.
Wanting to be early to greet our guests (I hate being late as you may well know) Jerry and I went downstairs to the bar and we picked up a glass of bucks fizz that were merrily bubbling away on the counter, ready for us and our party guests to sip on as a pre dinner drinkie.
As I grabbed my drink, I noticed that the sexy young guy who ushered us to our room was now helping out behind the bar. So luckily for me, I had some eye candy for a few minutes and had a chance to practice my flirting techniques.
I raised my glass to him and thanked him for helping us out. He smiled back, blushed and quickly turned away, dropping his tea towel on the floor. Aw, bless him.
Nice arse, I thought as he bent over to pick the cloth off the floor. Will have to check out his bulge later to see if it was worth investigating. I’m sure a young stud like him will have a strong metabolism and a hard cock to match.
I then turned around and saw Pascal, who approached us with open arms. Now his bulging trouser snake looked like it needed some seasonal attention. Jingle all the way, I say!
‘My, my,’ he smiled. ‘You both look so lovely.’
‘Thank you,’ Jerry replied, puffing his chest out like a proud peacock showing off his plumes.
‘But you, my dearest,’ Pascal turned to me and kissed me on the cheek, ‘You look best of all.’ His hand rested on my hip and gently stroked it. I’m sure he was having a feel of my tight suspender strap underneath the soft material.
‘Oh stop it,’ I mockingly protested, still letting him to have a cheeky feel. ‘I bet you say that to all the women.’
‘Au contraire. You look ravishing, doesn’t she Jerry?’
Jerry knocked back his drink and nodded in agreement as he spotted one of his team members coming through the door.
‘Best leave him to do the social thing tonight. I’m here to look after his potential new client.’
‘Are you indeed?’ Pascal moved in closer. His heavy cologne enveloped our intimate space.
‘Yes. He’ll need my full attention.’
‘Mmm. Sounds fun. I bet you’ll look after him very well.’
‘I’ll do my best,’ I said innocently as I reached over and picked up another glass of bucks fizz and accidentally letting one of my boobs fall loose under my dress.
‘I’m sure you will,’ he smiled, glacing down at my breasts without any shame or trying to hide his wandering brooding eyes.
‘Hey they’re here,’ Jerry called out as he beckoned me over to meet his work colleagues. I’m not sure if I were saved by Jerry or if he had dashed my hopes of seeing how far Pascal was prepared to go.
Anyway, I still have the whole evening to see if anything untoward may follow or that Pascal is just a professional flirt with wandering hands.
Anyhow, it was good to see Jerry’s team once again with the usual pleasantries exchanged over the clinking of glasses before being escorted to our private dining room.
With gasps of delight coming from our guests as we entered the beautifully decorated room, where the twinkly fairy lights weaved their magically dainty way through the mystical streams of ivy and the ethereal festooned garlads, I seated our guests down before Jerry and I took our place.
I made sure that Jerry and I were on opposite ends of the table, so that we didn’t hog the conversation all to ourselves. Plus it’s good ettiquette for the hosts to be split up so that they can make their guests feel more comfortable.
Obviously I made sure that Jeremy Tarkington Smythe, the golden boy of the evening, was sat next to me as it was my job to keep him entertained for the evening.
But unfortunately he was running late due to some meeting or another, so we had to start the dinner without him. Which wasn’t long as he turned up in a fragrant cloud of Absolu Aventus just as we were about to tuck in to our starters.
Well, what can I say? Any preconceived ideas of who I’d thought he’d look like, just going by his name, instantly went out of the Winter Wonderland window.
This wasn’t the guy I was expecting. I had pictured a middle aged, non descript man, decked out in a navy pin striped suit with a full stomach from over enjoying copious of good lunches and a set of rosey Brandy enhanced cheeks.
Or at least a swauve, cash flashing Chelsea Boy with floppy hair and proudly sporting a blazer with his old school tie flapping in the wind.
Oh no.
This man who was standing at the doorway was something else! Something completely different, interesting, magnetic and strangely entrancing.
From the moment he entered the room, his alpha aura oozed power and danger, emasculating the room with his exciting electric energy.
A tingle of nervousness slithered across my twitching minge, like a bolt of lightning homing in on my lace covered cunt, only to send sparks of shock waves up my trembling tubes to target my erogenous zones.
I gasped as the lights caught his tanned, chiselled face. And so did some of the wives too. Bitches.
Whoever delivered this magnificent man from the golden sands of the Sahara dessert, I’m definitely going to let him fill my bucket and build some amazing castles with his loaded spade.
Welcome Jeremy!
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