A chance opportunity

She stood next to me, a short girl of 5' 2". Her dark brown hair, almost verging on black was covering the majority of her face. She was hiding her beauty away from the world tonight. This was a gathering for a friend's father who had recently passed. All of his friends had come in support of his family. His father was a famous man- but it was still a shock at the number of people who were in attendance. There really wasn't enough room for everyone to be seated, so the elderly were in the chairs and those of stronger bodies were standing in the back.Me, being your average 20 year old girl: 5'8", brown hair, brown eyes, permanent tan, full lips, DD breasts, and a wonderful ass (so I've been told), categorized me in the 'stable enough to stand at the back' category. Apparently you as well, although you being just that bit shorter than me, made you unable to see anything going on at the front.More and more people were filing in, and there really wasn't room. I don't know you, but I notice that you're beautiful, extremely so. I'm sure you have caught me looking, and introduce yourself."I'm Mariah," you say, your voice crisp and proper, and yet somehow cracked at the edges in a sultry tone. Your lips are so even, and I am mesmerised by them. I take a step back allowing more people to make leeway into the back section. I take one step too far though and I accidentally back up into a taller bahis şirketleri gentleman whose coffee ends up all over me and my jacket.You witness my embarassing feat, and you begin laughing. I wonder how foolish I look to you.. Although inwardly I'm incredibly devastated and unable to process how, or what just happened. "Let's go to the bathroom," you order, taking my hand into yours and leading me out of this big room. "I'll get it off for you." I'm amazed at your bold kindness. We walk past a crowd of people who, I'm sure, will take our spots at the back."This way," you order again, leading me to the left of the enterance. We reach the women's washroom and we swiftly enter. It's deserted. Perhaps all of the women are too enthralled with the well off man who lost his father to go to the bathroom..I take off my jacket and hand it to you, standing in only my practical skirt and blouse. That jacket is like a second skin to me, and I cannot bear to part with it. I watch you feverishly work out the splatters with a paper towel and some warm water. You are a miracle worker- because after five or so minutes, my jacket looks brand new! "Thank you so much, you don't know how much I love this thing. It was so kind of you," I say, hugging my jacket for dear life. It's the same jacket, but now it has the added bonus of your scent. You smell like a light lingering perfume, with a hint bahis firmaları of musk. The smell is intoxicating, and yet beautifully delicate. "I might have been completely lost without your expertise!" You chuckle at this, and I chuckle. I wonder if you notice how I'm looking at you.. Can you tell that I'm undressing you with my eyes, and fucking you in my mind? Bending you over the counter in this bathroom and making you moan until- "HELLLLOOOOO!" you're saying, waving your hand in front of my face, trying to get my attention."Sorry," I apologize, offering you my due attention. I feel like such a pervert, imagining the ways I could take you. Here! In a bathroom! "You look really beautiful," you say. Is it me or are you getting closer? I can feel my heartbeat quicken. "The second I saw you, I knew I had to get you alone." If my heart wasn't going crazy before, now it's beating like an 808. Your words are sending chills down my spine. You find me attractive? Do you want to be with me the way I want to be with you?"You're flawless, stunning- I mean you obviously play the male role, but you're still fucking gorgeous," you say with the air of authority. We're less than a hairs length away.. Well if we are all going to be revealing our desires.."You know I've been eye fucking you for the past hour right? I mean you're mind blowingly beautiful," I admit looking deep into your brown kaçak bahis siteleri eyes. Those sexy, sexy brown eyes."Yeah I've noticed." You giggle, outing your hand against my cheek in a gentle caress before closing the gap between us.Our kiss is beautiful. Your lips are soft and yet firm and play a strange melody of delight on mine. The pressure of your tiny frame feels like the weight of the world. Your lips battle mine for fleeting moments of control. At war for what could have been an eternity we both raise our white flags to our kissing battle. "Come home with me?" I say breathlessly, offering you more should you accept my bargain. You reach out to take my hand. You plant a kiss along the base of every finger. "If you're a bird I'm a bird," you begin to say. Thank god I spent that day watching the notebook last week."And where I go, you will follow. Which appears to be to mine tonight," I say firmly taking your hand and pulling you from the bathroom, out the door, and into the cold and bitter winter air.I love the winter. Mostly because of how pristine everything is after an untouched snowfall. But tonight I don't have time to find beauty in the winter, as I am too busy finding all of the beauty in you. "I'm Brittany by the way..." I say; finally introducing myself. You smile, your teeth are beautiful. I stop to kiss you passionately in the snow, more than once. The result being that my toes are probably frozen now. Your kisses are like electricity to my frozen skin. We only have a few more blocks to go."What made you say yes?" I ask. I don't know what I'm expecting as a responce, but I know that I want one.