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It was my green night. I don’t know why, I just like the color. My husband, Terry, was tying his bowtie in the mirror. His white cotton button-down and black slacks fit him well. The vee of his red and black suspenders widened at his broad shoulders and matched the black tie of his tuxedo perfectly. We did this probably three times per year for the last three years. It had to be the biggest event. It had to be the richest people. We didn’t really run in those circles, but that’s probably how we got away with it. Of course, I splurge on clothes and shoes, but only once a year. A Lora Piani Nancy wrap dress. Emerald of course, with silver piping. Matching emerald Dolce and Gabbana stilletos. But my most expensive purchase is always my lingerie. Always Italian and always the best. Tonight I wore my Oscalito garter belt. Matching Oscalito emerald and silver bra. Genuine silk stockings that sported a heavy seam up the back. I always wear my wraps. It’s just easier for what I do. I wore the belt a little higher than normal but made it work. A trip to the beautician this afternoon to set my honey-blond curls in a pretty cascade over my left shoulder. I went a bit heavy on the blood-red lipstick, but I needed a pirate smile tonight. The finishing touches were my emerald teardrop earrings and a ten-carrot emerald on a layered silver necklace. They were costumed, but a high-end costume. I couldn’t afford the real thing after purchasing the wardrobe. Terry only let me spend so much. ”About ready?” Terry asked as he walked into my bathroom.”Almost,” I smiled, sitting at my makeup mirror. ”You are absolutely stunning,” said my hubby.I smiled at his reflection in the mirror. Dabbing at some errant mascara in the corner of my eye, I said, ”Thank you for tonight, Darling.””You bet,” he said, ”I’m going to get the car warmed up.””I’ll be out in a sec.”I heard the door close when he left the room. Standing to inspect my appearance in the mirror, I couldn’t help but smile. I was a vision, if I had to say it myself. After putting a silver stole over my shoulders and picking up my clutch, I spun on my heels and headed out with a purpose. The car was warm compared to the early December weather. A few snowflakes leftover from an earlier storm continued to melt on contact with our windshield. The roadsides were dusted with white drifts and the car sloshed through the watery remains in the road. Not wanting to end up in a snowy ditch, we took the trip slowly, for fear of black ice.Finally, we arrived at the event. The Grande Hotel on the Summit. A red carpet rolled out to the curb. This was where my night really began. Of course, I was nervous. This was my husband’s world. Rubbing shoulders with business leaders, congressmen, and senators, actors, and entertainers. I’d been to these things before. It’s not like I was a virgin to them. This is the one night every year that I esat escort can play out my fantasy. The valet opened the car door for me. Another opened my husband’s. A white-gloved hand was extended and I took it with a smile. It was time. I placed one foot on the sidewalk, my sequined wrap parted, revealing my long leg. Do you recall my description of my Italian panties? Well, then you were paying attention. I wasn’t wearing them.The valet naturally dropped his eyes to my crotch. My bald pussy gave him a quick wink from between the lacy, emerald garters. He must have seen the wetness of my fluids painting the insides of my thighs. Turning my ass in the seat of our Maybach, I stepped from the confines of luxury into the cold night air. The valet held my hand until Terry took it with a knowing smile. He tipped the young man and we made our way through the crowd, shaking hands along the way. Finally, inside, we were escorted to our table. Dinner would be later, for now, we would mingle and greet friends and associates. This went on for an hour. Finally, someone started ringing a cowbell, of all things. ”Dinner will be served if you will make your way to your tables.”I had already picked my target for the evening. He had been ogling my tits for the last twenty minutes. My dress was sheer in all the right places. I caught him looking once and gave a shy smile. His eyes perked up. His wife had already decided that I was trouble. Of course, that is how senators’ wives were. My husband seated me then took his seat. The senator was at the next table, only six feet from me. The dress fell to both sides of my legs, but not to worry, I had my clutch for modesty’s sake. My knees together and tilted to my table, he was in for some teasing. Our waiter arrived immediately after seating and took drink orders. As he left, I was tapped on my shoulder by Mrs. Abernathy, the wife of some actor. My first opportunity, I swiveled a bit and turned my head, my knees parting just a bit. ”That dress is exquisite,” Mrs. Abernathy said, ”Is it a Lora Piani?””Thank you, dear,” I answered, ”Yes it is.”We chatted as I waited on my sidecar to make it to the table. A few furtive glances in the senator’s direction told me that he was on the hook. I wasn’t ready to give the farm away quite yet though. The drinks arrived. The waiter stood between myself and the senator, only partially blocking the view. Another opportunity. I moved my left leg a little faster than my right as I turned back to my table. It was a smooth, quick move, intended to garnish attention and present some inner thigh. If the senator didn’t see, the waiter sure did. I was beginning to get hot.We made eye contact, the senator smiled and tilted his glass. A gesture that I returned with a smile. My husband glanced at me, raised his eyebrow, and took a sip of his Glenlivet XXV. I turned my etimesgut escort bayan attention back to the senator. He was feigning attention to his wife and her monologue, but his eyes cut to my exposed, emerald silk legs. Upping the ante a bit, I slowly slid my outside leg over the inside, crossing them at the knee, my clutch still in my lap, but now I had exposed one of my lacy green garter straps. He didn’t bother trying to hide his lust. My pirate smile was beaming, but in a different direction from the senator. My husband was also getting into my fun. He made a show of pointing out something in my makeup. I took the hint, picked my clutch up from my lap, and set it on the table. I pulled the skirt of my wrap over my legs but it slowly slid back off. I had my compact out, dabbing my cheek with the pad when I decided to uncross my legs. The senator was attentive, and by now, so was his wife. I needed to play it cool for a minute. Keeping my knees together, I took a sip of my sidecar. I glanced at him furtively, with a smile. Their food was arriving, so his wife was preoccupied. With the slightest of movement, I sucked my bottom lip into my teeth, biting it playfully. The waiter set his plate in front of him, his back to myself. I dropped the compact back into my clutch and put it on the table. In one smooth, albeit deliberately slow motion, I recrossed my long legs in the other direction. I saw it in his eyes. He was surprised and questioning his vision. His face betrayed his thoughts. Was she really, not, wearing panties? Is she coming on to me? Did she just flash her pussy?I smiled and cut my eyes, making contact for a split second too long, letting him know, I wanted him. Swinging my leg slightly, my skirt parted a bit more. He cut his eyes to my crotch, so exposed. I could see the tenting in his trousers clearly. With a little false modesty, I covered my crotch with my purse, obstructing his fantasy. He turned his attention back to his dinner. The senator’s wife was trying to keep his head at her table, but he was immersed in lust. It wasn’t that he was particularly good looking. Quite the contrary, he was quite plain. You would think that someone in such high office would be elected at least partially on good looks. But that would have totally disqualified Bernie Sanders. It was his power that attracted me. He was chairman on several oversight committees. Senior advisor to the last two presidents, and many other seats and spokesman for the White House advisory commission. Right then though, he was putty in my hands. I was hoping to have him in my pussy very shortly. The main course had arrived, smoked salmon with Marky’s Beluga Caviar, thin-sliced toasted French loaves. All the fixings of the fanciest hotel in our region. But a fundraiser as high profile as this afforded a few extra incentives. Escort etlik It was time to give the Senator another incentive.I uncrossed my legs, my skirt falling completely open, then stretch the far one from him out, the other bent at the knee, which I let fall toward him. My pussy, completely exposed to him. He looked over slowly, so as not to alert his wife. I smiled with my blood-red lips and covered my soaking wet sex with my fingers. The senator smiled and quickly cut his eyes back to his wife. She was spreading caviar on a slice of toast so he looked back. My smile was naughty and I uncovered all but one finger, tracing lightly my wet slit.He nervously looked around the room to see if anyone saw. His table was the furthest in his direction, mine only six feet from him and I faced his direction. No chance of anyone besides my husband could possibly see. I spread my labia with two slick fingers. With my other hand, I pushed my middle finger in, knuckle deep. Pulling it out, I sucked it into my mouth, and then covered myself with my skirts. I could see his arousal, pushing up on his pants. I took my clutch in hand, looked straight into the senator’s eyes, curled my finger at him a few times then walked up the stairs to the restrooms, looking back over my bare shoulder to see him, wiping his mouth with a napkin and excusing himself from the table. I waited behind a red marble column at the top of the stairs. The balcony overlooked the entire dining room. Looking out across the guests, no one was bothering to look at the senator as he climbed the stairs. I leaned back against the pillar and lit the prohibited cigarette, attached to an ivory stem.He walked past, without noticing I was there until he smelled the smoke. When he turned and laid his eyes on my body, I could feel them, the footprints they left in the playground of my body. I put the cigarette in my mouth and untied my wrap, shaking it from my shoulders, now standing in just my lingerie, sans panties, and my costume emerald jewelry. He smiled and walked closer, ”You are beautiful,” he commented then took my cigarette. His eyes glancing at the diners, burying themselves in conversation and gestation.I turned my head to take in the view, everything was as it should have been, then turned my eyes back to him. ”Senator,” I gave him my best pirate smile, ”Are you going to fuck me?” turning around and bending over, my hands on the crimson column, ”Or are you going to chat?”He took a long draw on my cigarette then dropped to one knee behind me. My smooth, hairless pussy was at his eye level. He exhaled the smoke onto my ass then dredged his tongue from the front of my wet pussy to the back, pausing to circle my puckered asshole. I moaned my approval. Another identical motion followed by several again. After the second I had pushed my ass muscle open to offer access, which he accepted, rimming me with every stroke. My moans were more guttural and getting louder.Another drag on the fuming butt, he stood and opened his fly and without hesitation, pushed his cock inside. I judged him to be average in length and thin. His strokes were quick deliberate, my ass quivering with every slap.
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