It was the night of the Gala, my first outing with my boss, Mr. Brown, who was also my older lover. Pulling up in front of the Gala was like pulling up to a Hollywood movie premiere. Everywhere I looked there were beautiful people in designer dresses and suits. And then when we stepped out of our limo, all eyes were on us; it was an amazing feeling to know other people were appreciating the time and effort that had been spent on my appearance that night. Once we had made our way inside, I could tell that Mr. Brown would be chatting up a lot of colleagues, so I told him I was going to grab a drink and then check out the dance floor.
At the bar, I decided to order a glass of champagne to loosen up. As I looked around me, I saw a lot of really young women—so young, in fact, that I felt like I could be their mother. I knew that none of these women were wives—at least not to any man there, but then neither was I. I started referring to these younger women as “bunnies,” as in playboy bunnies. They were gorgeous. One of the bunnies and I got very chatty, and I discovered that not only was she dating a colleague of Mr. Brown’s, but that she and I were in the same relationship situation. After a few more drinks, we decided to dance. The alcohol was kicking in, and the bunny and I started getting really friendly on the dance floor. We were dancing with each other, trying out our sexiest moves.
Apparently we had caught the eyes of a few males in the room, including Mr. Brown and the bunny’s older gent. They walked across the busy dance floor to join us and we were both surprised at the moves these men had. Time seemed to fly by and we were having such a blast, but at a certain point we knew the men wanted to go back to the hotel. The bunny and I exchanged contact information so we could keep in touch. She was actually from a town near mine, and so we decided that we would meet up sometime. Mr. Brown and the bunny’s gent both decided that the time to talk business was over, and the Gala was winding down anyway. The four of us headed out to our respective limos and said our goodbyes, making plans to meet up the following night for dinner and drinks.
As we got comfortable in the limo, Mr. Brown scooted over to sit right next to me. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or just him being brave, but he ran his fingers along my cheek, and told me I looked beautiful. I could see that his eyes were sincere—and full of lust. And then he kissed me. The kiss made me feel like I was on fire, like I was positively alive. I had never been kissed with so much passion before. We were only minutes away from the hotel, but I didn’t know if I could wait to be with him any longer…