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The house was filled with people, all enjoying the annual neighborhood Christmas party. There was music, drink and socializing but I was focused on one particular guest. I couldn?t take my eyes off of him. He was handsome with dark hair, soulful brown eyes and a smile that made even the customary Christmas lighting seem dull by comparison. It was those magnificent dimples? yes, those delicious dimples that made his smile that much more radiant. The noise and jostling of the crowd was like a buzz, blending into the background while I watched him. I?d heard about him? the respectable suburban dad, an upstanding professional and community volunteer, but I suspected there was something darker lurking just below that well polished veneer. I watched him as I casually sipped my drink and noticed how he flirted mildly with the women. It was subtle, non-invasive and the women seem to be enjoying themselves but there was just something about this man, this perfect specimen of maleness, which made me want to take that well polished appearance and strip it down to that darker side? the dangerous side. I watched him move confidently though the crowd, never lingering for long and spreading his casual flirtations çankaya escort throughout. He seemed to be testing the waters when suddenly our eyes met, soulful brown to storm grey, and like a cosmic event? sparks flew. I could see his reaction and knew that no matter what else might happen this night, I would bear witness to his roguish behavior. I watched as he moved cat-like through the throng of people toward me and a sense of urgency grew in my very core. We?d not exchanged words, but his eyes told me a story that my body reacted to in a physical way. I tore my eyes away from his, scanning the room for any dark recess, alcove, broom closet? anywhere that might lend even the slightest sense of privacy and as he closed the distance my heartbeat quickened and breath caught in my throat. I?d never had this sort of reaction to a man in a very? very? long time. He stopped just inches from me and I felt a shiver swim my spine and settle explosively between my thighs? god, how I wanted this man. I could feel his eyes on me and before either of us could form any comprehensible words, I took his hand and lead him to the only place I could keçiören escort think of that might? just might? be private enough. He seemed surprised by my actions, obviously not used to a woman taking control, but I didn?t care. He was my sole focus, my main event and by god I wouldn?t be denied. We snaked back through the crowd to a door in the foyer. Admittedly it wasn?t my best choice but with such limited options and an urgency that seems to burn like the North Star, I didn?t care. I opened the door and we were met with a closet full of guest coats. I stepped through the door, tugging him with me and thankfully we discovered it wasn?t a small closet as we pushed the coats aside and moved further toward the back. Once we were sequestered in the closet, the coats providing one more barricade to the outside world, I turned and pulled him to me, my lips meeting his in a voracious kiss, one that dripped with need and aching desire. My tongue slithered between his lips, seeking its mate and causing a soft moan to pour from my throat. I felt him respond in kind, his urgency seeming to match my own. His fingers tangled in my hair as he deepened etimesgut escort the kiss while my hands moved unabashedly over his body. I drank in the kiss, relishing the ache it produced and my hands boldly moved, finding his growing erection. I gripped his cock through the barrier of his dress pants leaving no doubt to my wantonness. I could hear small moans as his tongue lashed against mine and my fingers curled around his member. He suddenly broke the kiss, pulling his head back as his hands found my shoulders turning me, then pulling me back against him. I had to release his cock, but soon found it again at my back. His hands moved over my body. His fingers found and exploited my taut nipples behind the material of the dress I happen to be wearing then dipped behind the flimsy obstacle for flesh to flesh contact. My back arched, pressing my breasts deeper into his exploring hand, hissing softly in pleasure as he lustfully abused the sensitive flesh. My own hand wasn?t still, as I wormed it behind the waistband of his pants and found his throbbing cock. My fingers wrapped lightly and I began to stroke the stiff organ, slowly at first, enjoying the feel of the supple flesh in my palm and the slick pre-cum gathering at the tip with each pass of my thumb. I wanted this cock buried in my aching pussy. As I worked his cock, his free hand moved and found the heated wetness between my thighs. I couldn?t stop the moan as he tugged the dress up and his skillful fingers slid behind the meager lace panties covering my sopping cunt.