Sam came across the room. He never made any noise when he walked. Like a snake. He sat beside her and she took the glass from him. He put his lips against the side of her neck while she sipped. She didn't react, held her senses back… tried not to feel the hard, hot tip of his tongue.

"Mmmmm, that tickles."

Sam curved a hand around the top of her thigh where the silk dress ended. Her skin crawled. He had his jacket off, shirt unbuttoned. Marcia could see the thick, dark chest curls, could smell his cologne. Not a bad smell. She couldn't look into his eyes.

"You have the body and face of a model," he said, whispering into her ear. She felt him trace the outline of her ear with his tongue. "But I told you that last week, didn't I?"

"Yes." She dared to let him see her eyes for a moment.

"You have nice eyes too."

Marcia got up and smoothed the dress on her hips. She downed the drink suddenly, almost choking on it. Sam stood behind her, his arms pulled her back against his body. She felt that stiffness in his pants. It was arranged so that it jutted up between the silk-covered halves of her ass. Funny how she felt that.

"You seem nervous. Maybe I'd better help you calm down a little."

His mouth was on the back of her neck. He was holding her long hair up so he could get to it good. Marcia closed her eyes and tried to breathe evenly, tried to think of nothing at all. His tongue snaked wetly against her skin. She felt the instinctive excitement.

He was pulling her back hard against his hardness. She felt his prick pressing deeper into her asscrack. She moved slightly to free herself, but Sam only grunted and held her tighter. He was working on her ear now, biting the lobe.

"I think you're about ready to have a little fun, sweetheart…" His fingers smoothed her flat belly, searched down a thigh for the edge of the silk dress, found it and hooked under. The inside of her thigh burned wherever his fingers traced. She sighed aloud now. She didn't want him to do it, but she sighed.