This is the Introduction of the Tania Fye Secret Diaries series.
She walked into the party alone, confident in her stride and not intimidated at all by the sea of unknown faces.
He was there somewhere, but finding him would be a challenge amongst so many people. She moved towards the bar, the rich aroma of Chanel perfume and Cuban cigars filling her nostrils, making her slightly heady.
Catching the barman’s eye she nodded towards the bottles of Veuve Clicquot neatly lined up across the bar. He smiled at Tania, drinking in her beauty and elegance as he filled a crystal flute with the crisp, transparent, bubbly liquid.
“Thank you,” she smiled back taking the glass. Her hand brushed his and she enjoyed watching the flicker of lust flash in his eyes.
Moving back across the crowded room she noticed a staircase leading to a balcony above. From there she would get a good view of the crowd, maybe she could spot him, single him out.
She glided up the stairs, lifting her long flowing gown with one hand, exposing her beautiful red Louboutin heels and slender ankles encased in silk stockings.
She looked down upon the ocean of heads. Some of the most influential people in Europe mingled here together this evening. The sound of laughter and voices rose as she silently scanned the room to find him but it seemed like an impossible task with so many men dressed in similar black dinner jackets.
The emotions were beginning to stir within her. She felt her heartbeat quicken and her breathing was ragged and snatched in her throat. The anticipation of seeing him was killing her. Her eyes were scanning the room but to no avail. Where the hell is he, she thought, was he even here?
She recognized many faces below her. Politicians, TV personalities, even royalty graced the beautiful surroundings of this magnificent house. Esteban was a renowned international artist whose paintings sold for millions and tonight was the launch of his new collection here in his sprawling London mansion.
He was Tania’s gay best friend and it had been he who had introduced her to one of Hollywood’s most eligible bachelors by copying her in on an email. That email had started a whole string of other more intimate emails that evolved into Skype and FaceTime over the course of the last five months.
The conversations had since moved on to be become very raunchy Skype sessions. She was curious to see him in the flesh, would he live up to all her expectations? The adrenalin flowed through her at the mere thought of him close by.
Tania took a sip from her glass and then jumped, a trickle of champagne ran down her chin as a deep voice whispered softly from behind into her ear.
“Hello beautiful.”
Her heart immediately started to race, she could feel his warm breath on her neck and the heat of his body close behind her. He had found her; he must have been watching her from the moment she walked in, waiting like an eagle to swoop on its prey.
His hands came around to rest on the flat of her stomach, she gasped at the feel of his hands for the first time. Butterflies were chasing each other around the pit of her stomach making her feel slightly weak at the knees. All her senses were alive to his touch and his proximity to her.
It felt quite surreal that after all these months he was here, right behind her without a screen between them. The virtual love affair was about to become reality.
He pulled her away from the balcony and moved her back into the shadows, turning her to face him. Tania noticed his eyes were even bluer than on screen as his gaze locked onto hers.
She took it all in, the handsome rugged looks, the salt and pepper of his hair, the broad shoulders, the full lips and those strong hands about her waist. Mesmerised they stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like hours, taking in the real life form before them.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice laden with desire.
He leant in towards her; she lifted her face ready for his lips to find hers for the first time. The tingling sensation in her groin becoming slightly uncomfortable, she squeezed her thigh muscles tightly together for some release.
His hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh through the chiffon dress. Their lips met; soft lingering kisses as he gently nibbled at her, tasting her, teasing her, enticing her into his open mouth with his tongue. His lips following the little trickle of champagne still wet on her skin.
“Mmmmmmmm,” he rasped as his tongue flicked delicately over her taut, hungry flesh. His hands gripping her tighter as the kiss reached her mouth once again and became a hungry, passionate need for each other. The electricity shooting through her body was making it hard for her to breathe.
Slowly his hands began to roll her dress up over her thighs, the long flowing black chiffon grazing her skin with his every move. His touch felt like lightning jolting through every nerve in her body. She drew in her breath and tried to mentally calm herself without success.
Finally he had her exposed, holding the soft material in his hands, grasping it all together at the base of her spine. With her stockinged legs and tiny lace thong now on display he looked down to admire the view. His lips fell upon her neck gently teasing her skin as he breathed in the sweet, intoxicating smell of her.
She tasted divine and her aroma was blinding his senses. She was everything he had imagined and more.
His obvious excitement pushing against her was barely constrained by the flimsy material of his trousers. With his free hand he stroked her gently along the inside of her thigh, she parted her legs obligingly allowing him access to her centre. She caught her breath as the fire within her began to burn, feeling her own moistness as her hips moved in towards him.
A movement on the stairs startled them and he pushed her quickly into a room to the left. Without letting go of her dress he gently closed the door and pushed her up against the cold hard wood. He took the glass still tightly clutched in her hand and put it on the floor. He let go of the dress and felt around her back to find the zip to free her from the beautiful black veil that kept her flesh from him.
He found what he was looking for and, in one swift movement, her black sheath fell to the floor around her feet. She stepped out from the pool of fabric and he stood back to admire the beauty before him.
Her naked breasts pert and firm, her nipples erect with desire. Her face flushed from the heat of her passion. The long slender legs reaching up to that beautiful place he had longed for. Her small waist and defined flat stomach were so damn sexy. Her body was writhing under his touch.
He wanted her with every fibre of his soul, he wanted to own and possess this beautiful woman in every single way.
He greedily moved in and began to devour her beautiful bosom with his mouth. Her hands clasped tightly around his head pulling him down onto her, she arched her back to make sure he tasted all of her. He knew he didn’t have too long, his erection was taking the whole of his blood supply and he felt dizzy from wanting her.
The thought of this woman had been filling his head for months and now he had her he was overwhelmed by his feelings.
Slowly, he made his way down her body, falling to his knees before her, his breathing shallow and hot on her skin. Her insides were tying themselves in a million knots in response to his lips. He left a blazing trail behind him as she moaned, still clinging to his hair, pushing him down to where she wanted him.
Slowly his tongue found her through the lace thong, the thin fabric the only obstacle between them. He tugged at the thin lacy layer with his teeth, pulling it down to expose her to him.
She wriggled out of it and kicked it aside and stood before him in only her black stockings and red heels. His lips and tongue devouring her as if he had never tasted a woman before, the hunger, the passion; the desire was about to explode within him. She gasped and pushed her hips towards him, riding his face, showing his tongue the way to her paradise. Her hands clenched into fists in his hair, pulling him into her.
The flame was well and truly lit and burning within her, he was good, he was so good, she could hardly hold back. His tongue was working her with such expertise, gently caressing her most sensitive spot. Two fingers slipped inside her and took her by surprise; she jolted into him pushing him deeper.
His tongue and fingers worked in rhythm gently luring her into total submission of the desire that filled her. She could feel the bubbling eruption inside her as she moved with him quickening her pace. She knew this would be quick and intense and she was about to lose the battle to hold on.
An incredible wave shook her body to the core. She clung to him in order to stay on her feet as she rode the tidal wave within. Her body was exploding like a million fireworks shooting colours through her veins. Her legs were unstable and shaky beneath her, only the door kept her upright. She groaned as the aftershocks of her orgasm racked her body.
The sound of her, the feel of her orgasm against his tongue and fingers had almost pushed him over the edge. He was using every ounce of his mental ability and willpower to stay focused and hold back. It was proving almost impossible for him, he hadn’t been this aroused by a woman in years.
He couldn’t wait any longer; he rose quickly, turned and scanned the room, noticing a huge oak desk sprawled before the sash windows. He pushed her towards it clumsily in his haste to have her. She grasped at his trousers trying to open his belt and zipper to release the huge bulge she could feel pressing against her.
He threw his jacket off to the floor and almost ripped the buttons from his shirt trying to get naked for her as quickly as he could. She wanted him; wanted to taste, feel, touch him there.
It was her turn to be in charge as she spun him around to perch on the large wooden desk. She pulled down his trousers and stroked both her hands over his hardness. He threw back his head and moaned. His hands tangled in her long hair, wrapping it around his fingers and pulling her toward him.
Her breath felt hot against him through the cotton shorts, she started to run her teeth in a slow up and down motion along the length of his erect member. She teased him in unison with her hands and mouth only the cotton between her warm breath and his skin. He groaned like an animal, his hands pulling her hair, pushing himself against her face almost beside himself with desire.
She glanced up to look at him and once again their eyes locked. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, before him on her knees, her mouth teasing. Her tongue was tracing an outline around his throbbing manhood that he wanted to bury deep inside her.
He couldn’t hold back any longer, he knew that if he entered her mouth it was all over. Tonight was the release of months of fantasies, tonight it wasn’t only his hands doing the pleasing, he had waited a long time for this and he wanted to be buried in her. He pulled her up from the floor abruptly.
“When we have more time,” he said gruffly as he spun her around over the desk.
Her nipples shocked by the cold surface of the wood shrank into small bullets. He pushed down his shorts and trousers to his ankles, his erection springing out like an angry, caged animal being released from captivity. She was waiting for him; she’d been waiting for this for months, and had fantasized so many times about this moment.
His fingers dipped inside her to moisten her for his entry, spreading her juices all around her centre. In one swift move he entered her, knocking the wind from her lungs. He leant around to cover her mouth and stifle her moans.
She was so hot and wet, she completely engulfed him, her muscles squeezing him tight as he pushed himself deep within her. He moved faster, gripping her tightly as he pulled her onto him, wanting to feel the very depths of the burning fire within. Her nipples scraping the desk with every thrust, her teeth biting into her lip to stifle her groans.
She pushed backwards against him and squeezed him inside with all her strength, massaging him with skill and precision. He grabbed her hair and began to ride her hard, pulling her head back, thrusting into her with such force. They built a steady rhythm and began to thrust together as one, hard and fast.
He felt he was close and he had little control left. He reached around her with one hand and found her small hard clitoris standing erect for him to discover. She moaned again as his skillful hands began to bring her to climax. She felt like she was floating on air, the sensations running through her body were quite unlike anything she had known.
The excitement of being with him, at this huge party, in someone else’s office was making her crazy. He filled her, stretched her to the limit, he was big and he felt so good inside her. The tension was building and she could hold back no longer. Her body began to spasm as she felt the familiar rush of blood through her veins. The explosion rising within her was consuming her in its heat.
Their bodies thrashing together in a frenzy of passion that took their breath away as they reached the ultimate heights of pleasure. Her body started to buck as she felt the hot jet of liquid fill her, her orgasm squeezing him so hard he cried out.
His fingers buried deep in her flesh, she knew he’d leave a mark.
She rode the wave that consumed her body, her hands clasping the desk, her breath caught in her throat.
He collapsed upon her from behind, the weight of his body pinning her to the cold desk. With his breathing fast and heavy, he whispered in her ear.
“You. Are. Fucking. Amazing.”
She smiled, she’d heard that so many times before but never in person.
They lay there for a moment, just luxuriating in the feel of each other’s bodies rising and falling, warm and sweaty. Neither one wanting to move and break the spell. She felt him slipping away from her as his glorious manhood deflated.
He began to kiss the back of her neck and shoulders, little kisses one after the other. Her skin rose in tiny little goose bumps at the touch of his lips on her sensitive skin.
He stood and pulled away to lift her and turn her around to face him. Again, they stood hypnotized by each other’s eyes. She raised her hand to his cheek and they both smiled.
“We had better get back before we’re missed,” he said.
She knew they would be looking for him, but surely no one would miss her.
He kissed her, tenderly this time, her long mane of dark hair entwined in his fingers. She wrapped her arms around his waist and lay her head against his damp chest, his heart pumping loudly inside.
“That was everything I dreamt it would be,” she sighed, the smell of sex hanging in the air between them.
She freshened herself up and slipped back into her dress and did the best she could with her hair. He pulled up his shorts and trousers and rearranged his shirt minus one button. She turned her back to him, and lifted her hair for him to pull up the zip.
He did so, leaving a trail of kisses up to the nape of her slender neck. “Let’s not leave it so long until next time,“ he said. She nodded in accordance, although she knew that wouldn’t be easy for him.
They slipped through the door and back out onto the balcony, the sounds from below reaching their ears once again.
“Until next time Tania” he said placing a small kiss on the tip of her nose.
“Til next time George,” she whispered, reaching up on tiptoes to do the same to him. She turned and went first as he stood and watched her gracefully glide down the stairs and into the bustle of bodies. He knew he was falling for this woman; he’d never met anyone quite like her before. He stood and watched her for a moment before making his own way down the marble staircase.
She headed back to the bar leaning against it for support, her legs still a little shaky from the almighty orgasms that were still tingling throughout her.
The barman winked at her as he passed her another glass of champagne. For a moment she thought he knew something. She was right, he did. He had witnessed the first part of their encounter right there from the bar. The rest was written all over her face.