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Date Posted: 23:04:26 06/15/03 Sun
Author: lizza
Subject: Hedonists, International

I wouldn't argue. It was the wrong time completely. We were dressed nicely and surrounded by people. I don't think there was anywhere we could go for privacy, yet everyone in the room were friends. They all knew what had been going on between us. When I met their eyes, there were little hints of amusement and encouragement that made me smile.

"Come away with me for a moment. We'll be back at the party in a bit."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd to the door. I knew this place. I knew were there were benches hidden in the night shadows. I knew where there were balconies with beautiful views that few enjoyed. So we escaped into the crisp night air, where I led him up a dark staircase and leaned against the cold railing. I kissed each of his palms and placed them on my breasts. I pulled him closer. Eye contact was crucial.

"Feel me, how soft and warm I am against you tonight. I want to feel your hands on me, kid."

I pulled his head down to me, running my fingers through that ultra-fine hair of his and let my tongue mingle with his. This was all I'd wanted for days, and I was finally getting it. I let my head tilt back against the wall as he kissed down my neck to my chest and I grinned. He did want me after all.

One of his hands was roaming my hip and thigh under my skirt, the other caressed my side. This was the real reason why I had worn a skirt to this semi-formal occasion. I gave him deep, passionate kisses. I let him feel what I was feeling, which only drew him closer and got him more excited. I kissed him how I'd wanted to kiss him since the night we'd first really met. I kissed him how I'd wished I'd kissed all the others that had come before him in my life.

And then my shirt was tugged down so my right tit came out of my shirt. He pulled the bra down a bit and smiled up at me, weighing it in his hand, before putting his mouth to it and eliciting an involuntary moan from my own lips. Suddenly I knew that tonight would be enough to stave off regret, even if I never saw this kid again.

I smiled as soon as that feeling was triggered. I had done my job. Anything that happened from here on was pure pleasure. And anything that led to trouble? I would deal with the consequences and the situation like a pro. That's why I was hired by the company I work for, to help others overcome that initial fear of getting what they wanted.

That was why I was the starlet of Hedonists, International.

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