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Author’s Note: This was the second story I posted on the site. I have received a lot of feedback (some praise, a few corrections, and no shortage of flak) about the story and the category in which I chose to post it. LW seemed appropriate to me at the time but several readers told me that the story is really about ‘watching and being watched’ and doesn’t fit as well in LW. So I’ve done some editing, fixed a few errors (Laura’s age at the reunion for one — thank you Mr. or Ms. Anonymous), and changed the category. Here it is in E we haven’t been seen together by anyone.”
“How do you want to do this?” he asked, his heart pounding.
“I’ll leave first and go find a place. You mingle with the crowd inside, after you get rid of your erection,” she said, giving him a playful squeeze. Kevin jumped, startled by her boldness. “Wait ten minutes and come find me. I’ll leave the door ajar in whichever room I gebze escort pick.”
Without further conversation, she turned and strode purposefully into the reception room, still carrying her high heels.
Kevin waited five minutes to give his erection time to subside. By sheer force of will he got control of himself enough to rejoin the party.
His biggest concern was Laura. If she spotted him and intercepted him or expressed a desire to leave the party, he would have to stand Ronnie up. He wanted her badly, but not badly enough to do something stupid if Laura intervened in any way. He stepped inside and looked around as casually as he could. His face felt hot and his ears burned from the blood pounding in his head. Surely someone would notice.
Apparently no one did. The party was in full swing. He couldn’t see Laura anywhere. Once she got wound up at a party, she could gümüşhane escort go for hours. He would like to know where she was for safety’s sake but it wasn’t an absolute necessity as long as she didn’t spot him. The room was crowded. She could be anywhere. Nobody seemed to be paying him any mind. He decided to go for it.
Kevin adopted the most casual air he could, under the circumstances, and headed for the opposite entryway. Thirty seconds later he was in the hall. He glanced around quickly. No one was in view. He’d made it! As fast as possible, he crossed the hallway into the deserted wing.
Several doorways beckoned in the darkness. All had firmly closed doors. Kevin was nearing the end of the conference wing when he saw a doorway in deep shadow. He approached it with anticipation. It stood slightly open. He looked quickly around, saw no one, and stepped izmir escort inside.
She had made a good choice. A long wooden conference table was positioned at the far end of the room. Veronica was sitting on the table at one end, her legs swinging slightly back and forth. She had found the lighting controls somewhere and had turned on one or two highly muted indirect lights. She was bathed in a very faint, very soft glow. She looked ethereal.
A media booth was just inside the doorway, its glass enclosure very dark. Two carpeted steps rose to the platform inside. The door to the booth was open. Kevin reached behind him and pushed the hall door shut, carefully using the knob to secure the door without a telltale click. The door had no lock. They’d have to chance it. It seemed safe enough. If they were reasonably quiet, no one would ever suspect their presence.
Kevin stuck his head inside the booth. It was empty. He crossed the room, stopping in front of Ronnie. Her legs looked pale and soft in the faint light. He stepped between her knees and took her into his arms. He kissed her. She returned the kiss with a passionate intensity that prompted an immediate erection. ***
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