Erotic story: “You’re not the only one going home tonight”

At a party, Roos sees an incredibly beautiful woman standing just a bit too close to Jacques. Only she doesn't know at that moment that she is going to get to know her better than she ever dared to think.

As I walk into the bar, I see Jacques already standing there. He is not alone. A blonde woman in a red dress is standing just a bit too close to him. Her hand rests on his forearm. I can already tell from a distance how he looks at her, because that's how he normally looks at me. My breathing quickens slightly. What is going on here? Suddenly, Jacques looks up, as if he feels me watching them. An amused smile spreads across his face as he reads the confusion on mine. At the moment he raises his hand to me, the woman in red turns to me. My breath catches for a moment, because this might be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

I can't take my eyes off her. The long, wavy hair. The full red lips. Her curves in that just a bit too tight dress. The woman's gaze locks onto mine. For a moment it seems as if no one else exists in the crowded space. Even Jacques doesn't exist. She takes me in from a distance, almost as if she is trying to gauge me. I realize that I am unconsciously holding my breath. The moment is abruptly interrupted when two arms suddenly lift me up. “Rooooos”, my brother calls a bit too enthusiastically and loudly in my ear. I burst out laughing as he spins me around. “What a fabulous party”, he exclaims. Luc shoves a glass of wine into my hands and dances around me. When I glance over the crowd again, I see that the blonde woman is still watching me intently. Who is she? And perhaps more importantly, what is she to Jacques?

Of course, I know that I am not the only one in his life, but usually he is more careful. I never ask Jacques what else he is up to, and I keep that part of my life hidden from him. It makes things unnecessarily complicated. But now it seems as if he is not adhering to that unspoken agreement. “Calm down, Roos”, I whisper to myself. There is no reason to get worked up. I just make sure to stay far away from them. I quickly walk to the bar for a new glass of wine. They are not there for me tonight.

With a hand gesture, I beckon the bartender. I lean slightly forward to make myself heard. “Deux vins blancs, s'il vous plaît”, I call out to him while I raise two fingers for clarification. And then I feel someone standing close behind me. Hands that quickly stroke my butt and the warmth of his body palpable through my dress. Without looking back, I know it is Jacques and I immediately step aside. I am still off-limits for him. “Roos, are you okay?”, he whispers in my ear. My skin tingles from his breath and I feel the familiar excitement in my stomach. Just his voice makes me want him.

“Who is that woman, Jacques?”, I ask him without greeting him and without preamble. I have no intention of playing his games. “Someone who would like to meet you”, he says. For a moment I don't know what to say, but then I turn around and grab the glasses of wine from the bar. In a straight line, I walk towards the woman in red, leaving Jacques behind with my brother. When I reach her, I give her one of the glasses of wine. Her fingers briefly touch mine as she takes it, and a jolt runs through me. In her dark blue eyes, I read curiosity. She brings her beautiful mouth to the glass and takes a small sip. “Finally Roos, I wanted to meet you so badly”, she says. Her voice is slightly hoarse, almost warm, and for a moment the idea flashes through my mind of what it would be like to kiss her. Roos, get yourself together.

She introduces herself as Amelie, a good friend of Jacques. And where the Parisiennes usually kiss in the air and quickly let go, she does not. I feel her breath on my neck, the curve of her breasts against mine, and I get the urge to let my hands roam over her body. This woman breathes sex and I want to touch her. It’s as if the air between us lacks enough oxygen. Gently, I let my hand rest on her hip. When she looks at me, she bites her lower lip.

“I’m glad to see that you two get along just as well as I do with you”, Jacques says with a grin on his face. He looks at me and lets his eyes roam over my face, then suddenly pulls me against him and whispers in my ear: “Because Roos, you are not the only one going home tonight.” I raise my eyebrow at him for a moment and at that moment I feel a hand sliding under my dress. Fingers glide from my thigh towards my lace thong and then teasingly along my labia. Moments later, I feel them deep inside me. I moan as I look at Jacques. And I feel how aroused I become knowing that it is not his fingers.