Janelle walked quickly through the crowd with her full glass of wine, wanting to find Sam, her blind date, before Midnight. She glanced at the clock, which read 11:45. She scanned the large crowd of people at the New Year’s cocktail party, with no luck. There were simply too many people. She decided to just go to the bathroom and maybe she would find him when she came out, so she pushed and bumped her way through the crowd once again to duck into the bathroom. She finally made it to the grand hallway, looking down at her shoes as she walked. In a split second between steps, she noticed that her feet were not alone in the hallway, and she bumped into another person, sending her glass of wine tumbling down the front of her white dress.
“Oh no…” She said softly, not bothering to look up at the person whom she bumped into. She touched the soaked red fabric of her dress, and started to walk quickly to the bathroom.
“I’m terribly sorry…”A male’s voice rang through her ears as she continued to walk to the bathroom. She said nothing, her mind occupied with how bad the night turned out to be. Janelle reached the bathroom, and grabbed one of the plush towels that lined the walls of the marble restroom, dabbing it to the front of her red-stained dress. She walked toward the sink, and turned on the water, soaking the cloth and pressing it to her fabric again. She was so immersed in cleaning her dress that she did not notice the door that she had left unlocked opening slowly.
Janelle was looking down at her dress, trying to get the last of the color to go away, when she noticed a pair of hands come around from behind her, snaking in between her own arms, taking the cloth and repeating what she had done with her own hands. She gasped, completely startled, and looked into the mirror at the man who was now doing her job, intently staring down at her clingy white slip dress. He was a beautiful man, tall and lean-built, with blonde curly hair and a chiseled face, which was contorted in concentration. He wore an all black outfit, from his slacks to his dress shirt. Janelle trembled underneath his gentle touch, his long fingers brushing her through the fabric every once in a while. He was absolutely beautiful.
“W-What are you doing?" She stammered nervously, gently biting her lower lip.
“I figured after what I did I should… come… and help you out.” The man said in a low voice, which made Janelle’s stomach do a flip. The night was turning out to be better after all.
“What’s your name?” She asked, as he continued to run the cloth aimlessly around her torso, the stain seemingly forgotten. He moved his head and beautiful lips a little closer to her, staring at her through the mirror.
“Justin.” He breathed into her neck, and Janelle sighed loudly, feeling his tingly warm breath against her skin. He smelled utterly divine, and Janelle let her eyes close, breathing in his scent. The towel now lay on the floor, yet Justin was bold, continuing to run his hands up and down her body, the feather-like touches sending chills down Janelle’s spine. “What’s your name?” Justin’s lips now barely brushed against her warm skin as he said this.
“Janelle… with a J.” She replied, the last words more of a restrained sigh, and she reached down to clutch the countertop as he continued to run his lips over the sensitive skin of her neck, not quite kissing the smooth flesh. He stared into her eyes intently through the mirror as he continued his movements. His hands now gripped the sides of her torso, pushing Janelle back against him. They continued to revel in each other’s touch for a second longer, until they heard a series of screams coming from the main foyer. The countdown was beginning for the New Year.
“10, 9!”Janelle removed her hands from the cold marble and dropped them to her side, letting Justin move his hands up to her breasts, just brushing his fingertips over them through her dress. “5, 4!” Justin spun Janelle around to face him, backing her against the countertop forcefully as he did so. “2, 1!” His eyes searched hers for a split second as he leaned in slowly to kiss her, grasping her face in his hands. He kept his body pressed closely against Janelle as he ran his smooth tongue over hers. Their lips meshed in heated ecstasy while Justin grabbed Janelle so that she sat on top of the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist loosely.
The noise from the social gathering soon subsided, and Janelle sat breathing softly into Justin’s mouth, hating the moment he pulled away from the kiss. Still, his hands caressed her thighs gently, moving to trace the outline of her dress along her tanned leg. His torso grinded into hers, and she could feel his erection through his slacks, pressing through the thin material of her underwear.
“I’ve been watching you… all night long.” Justin moved his head to her collarbone, tilting her body back and dragging his tongue along the strap of her dress. Janelle gripped his shoulders, and tightened her hold with her legs. “I had to have you… no matter what…” He finished, and Janelle moaned from the feeling of his lips on her bare cleavage. She sat up quickly, pushing her hands against Justin’s chest.
“Can we finish this somewhere else?” Janelle managed to breathe out, her chest heaving from excitement. Justin smiled seductively, tracing her lips with his index finger slowly.
“Wherever you want…” He said, and Janelle could have collapsed right there from the huskiness of his voice. She walked toward the door slowly, and felt Justin take her hand. She led him to the nearest bedroom, waiting until he walked in the door to lock it. She backed up to the bed, Justin following closely in front of her, looking into her eyes with a passion she could not describe. Once she reached the foot of the magnificent bed, she reached up to touch his face, moving lower with her hands to the first button of his dress shirt. He looked down at her, watching as she undid each button, moving the shirt to slide off his broad shoulders, revealing his defined chest. She reached up to caress the hard skin, but he grabbed her arms, lifting them up so he could remove her dress, tossing that carelessly on the floor.
She wore no bra, and Justin delighted in this, gazing at the soft skin of her breasts move slightly as she took in each breath. He then pulled down her underwear, stopping at the ground to kiss his way up her right leg slowly. He reached her center, and Janelle began to breathe harder, feeling his warm breath linger on her skin. She pulled his head up to meet hers, kissing him hard to counteract his teasing. As she tortured him with her mouth, she reached down to undo his pants, pushing everything roughly to the ground. The weight of his naked body pushed them both down onto the bed, and Janelle felt his hard erection pushing into her inner thigh. Justin became a little rougher with his kisses, running his hands up her sides as he did so. Janelle gasped into his mouth as his hands moved down to her thighs, quickly spreading them to straddle his legs.
She gripped the sheets as he guided himself and slid into her slowly, intensifying the burning desire in her stomach. He became completely still for a moment, looking into Janelle’s eyes for some kind of message. All she did was reach up and attack his mouth with hers, and he smiled into her mouth, beginning to thrust into her. She felt him completely fill her, the massive breadth of his manhood deeply penetrating her with every move. Janelle could not control the exquisite feeling overcoming her body, feeling Justin’s slow and powerful thrusts. She let go of her grip on the sheets, pressing her hands into the small of Justin’s back, urging him to move faster. He obliged, twisting his body into hers faster with every thrust, Janelle’s pants and moans becoming more prevalent, as Justin continued to work.
Sweat beaded up on Janelle’s forehead as Justin became harder with his already passionate, violent thrusts, moving his head to drag his tongue over her breast. Janelle felt the pressure of her orgasm start to build up, and she threw her head back on the pillow as Justin reached a hand in between them, rubbing her center with the pad of his thumb as he drove into her repeatedly. He felt Janelle tighten with her release, shuddering violently underneath him. He could not hold out any longer, and with one last shattering thrust, he poured his hot liquid deep within her.
He lay there on top of her, and reached up to move a damp strand of hair from her face. She kissed him once again, and he pulled out of her slowly, hearing Janelle gasp one last time. She could not believe that she had just given in to a complete stranger, but she also could not believe how nice it was. Justin looked into her eyes as she thought this, and he kissed her forehead once, moving to lie next to her, wrapping his arms around her warm waist.
