With my head buried deep in my race guide, a thousand miles away, I feel a hand on my shoulder. Turning my head to the left I see my good friend Michelle. We had car pooled to the track earlier that morning with her husband and a few other friends. In amongst the hustle and bustle of the keen racing enthusiasts we had managed to find a tall round bar table and some stools to stand at for the day, somewhere to place our drinks, girls to put their handbags and rest their feet. My eyes glance behind Michelle. Thinking to myself, “Holy shit!” my heart begins to race rapidly in my chest. It’s her, the same girl I have passed a couple times in the crowd today (in hindsight, she looked like she was looking for someone). The same gorgeous girl I’ve been shamefully imagining stripping out of that incredible dress she is wearing, which leaves very little to the imagination of what is concealed underneath. My mind is racing with unadulterated thoughts. We have locked eyes a few times already today in passing, our gaze lingering a little longer than usual. I could barely avert my eyes from her beauty. Her dress is ruby red, strapless and looks like she had to be poured into it. Smokey dark eyes, long dark curly hair and a voluptuous curvy figure that is just making me buckle at the knees and leaving me in a cold sweat. Matching tall red heels on the end of shapely toned, athletic legs completing the image. She is drop dead fucking gorgeous, and why on earth was she standing right next to me?? “Darren, Darren!!” calls Michelle, her voice echoing inside of my head. “This is Elizabeth.” “My god, how long was I out for? Please tell me all things that raced though my brain just now, stayed there, and I didn’t blurt anything out,” I think, snapping myself back to reality. Smiling, Michelle continues to introduce us. “She is a good friend of mine and is going to hang with us for the day.” My heart races even quicker, “Shit, ok… hmm..awkward.” Reaching for the table I place my beer down before extending out my hand to greet her. “Hi there, lovely to meet you, excuse the cold hand”. Her delicate hand slides into mine, flashing me a pearly white smile. Her skin is warm and soft in contrast to mine. “Cold hands, warm heart,” she giggles. “Hahaha, very true!” I grin back with raised eyebrows and a cheeky tone. “Michelle tells me that you are an avid racing fan? I’ve never been before. You could say I am a..erm…a race virgin,” she chuckles, taking every opportunity to touch me as she talks. Laughing at her response, I reply, “I love it and used to own a racehorse. I could show the ropes. Sex hikayeleri Break you in, whatever you prefer.” We laugh with each other, feeling very relaxed and at ease. We make more small talk before I excuse myself and I head to the counter to place my bet for the upcoming race. On the way back to the table Michelle pulls me to the side. “So, what do you think of her?” “Elizabeth??” I enquire, as if I have no clue what she is talking about. “Well, I have just met her and she seems like a great girl.” A beaming smile appears on Michelle’s face as she replies, “Well, she is single, and I told her about you and that you would be here. She was keen to meet you”. “Hang on, you told her about me? You are setting me up you sly dog,” I say with a wry smile. “What, you’re complaining? Look at her! She is god damn adorable! You should be thanking me don’t you think?” exclaims Michelle. “Well, you do have a point!” I grin, walking away feeling like the cat that got the cream. Returning to the table I grab my drink. She is standing there, looking a little alone, lost, her red lips sipping on a white wine. “My god, she is just breathtaking,” I think to myself. Smiling as I walk up to her I say, “Come on, lets go outside and watch this on the big screen, then you’ll be able to hear the horses thundering past the finish line.” “Oh fantastic.” She smiles, full of excitement as she grabs hold of my extended arm, inviting her to link me, and with a smile she holds my arm and I accompany her outside. The race comes and goes, and she turns to me and asks “No good I take it? I didn’t hear you cheering.” “Not on the outside, but I was on the inside.” I grin. “I think it’s my shout for a drink. How does champagne sound?” “Ah, well if you insist!” she cheekily mocks. I head to the bar and I return with a bottle in an ice bucket and two champagne flutes. Carefully popping the cork I pour the first glass handing it to her. I then pour my own. Touching glasses in a toast to each other I say, “Here’s to your first race day and may it be one you will remember.” Smiling at me she takes a sip, and I could just melt, like the ice attempting to keep our champagne cold on this warm summer’s day. As the day continues, our flirting is becoming quite intense when we find ourselves away from the prying eyes our friends. Simple touching turns to kisses of congratulations when we snag a winner. The chemistry between us is instant and neither of us fight it. “Wow, I think this champagne is going to my head,” Elizabeth giggles, her cheeks looked flushed. “I think you have a Sikiş hikayeleri great talent for picking winners.” “I sure do,” I reply, leaning closer into her as I brush a strand of hair back from her gorgeous face. Our mouths suddenly become locked, sharing the taste of champagne on each other. It’s quite obvious we can no longer control our lust and my heart, along with the stirring in my loins, begins to swell with the overwhelming excitement and need for her. I pull a spare Members badge from my suit pocket and hand it to her, “Follow me.” “Where are we going?” she enquires, an excited tone to her voice. “Now that would be telling!” I laugh, cheekily as I take her by the hand, making our way to the lift located in the corner of the mounting yard level, the ground floor of the grandstand. “It’s access all areas.” “Hopefully I will be accessing all areas soon!” I think to myself. We wait for the doors to open. With my fingers running up and down her spine, I can’t keep my hands off her; I’m even brazen enough to trace circles at the top of her ass cheeks. Sliding her hand inside of my suit coat Elizabeth reaches my back and I feel her nails dig into me, a subtle sign not to stop what I am doing. The doors slide open, and the lift empties and we are the only ones that enter. As the doors close she removes her hand from inside my coat and grabs the back of my head. With her fist full of my hair; she pulls my face to hers. Our noses touching, and lips separated by a breath, we can not contain our desire any longer. Our tongues dance and wrestle, concealed behind our mouths, thirsty for the other. My cock is straining in my suit pants and her hand quickly finds its way to it. Managing to direct it sideways, my eyes widen and I gasp into her as she is virtually wanking me through my clothing. I can feel precum flowing from my cock, a cool damp sensation as it leaks against my upper groin. My mind goes into overload and I want to yank her top down and set those tits free, but I resort to just kneading them through the material and my other hand is pushing on the mound of her pussy through this tight dress. Moaning and breathing deeply into each other with pure desire, but holding back, knowing this lift will stop soon, bring this blinding rush of emotion to a violent stop. I glance out of the corner of my eye at the lights that indicate what floor we are on, I notice we have passed 3 floors without it stopping, which means the next stop is ours. I desperately break our kiss. “Ok, ok, stop!” I laugh, trying to regain my composure andre positionmy hard Erotik hikaye on so that it’s less noticeable. Thank god I’m wearing black. It will help to hide the shadow of my bulging cock. “God, look at my hair!” I laugh as I take a fleeting glimpse in the mirror. “Your hair!” exclaims Elizabeth. “What about my tits. They are spilling out all over the place.” Laughing together I help her adjust the top of her dress and I spend the last few seconds I have fixing my hair. We share one last gentle kiss as the doors open. We spend a little while up there, high in the grandstand behind huge windows overlooking the course away from those we know, sharing another bottle of champagne and engaging in conversation. My phone vibrates in my pocket and it’s a text message from Michelle. “Ok you two, we are heading across the street after the races for food. See you there.” The day comes to a close and as we exit the air is full of conversation about how much this person won and hard luck stories. We head for the restaurant located directly across the street. The rest of our friends are already there and just about to be seated. “Perfect timing. I hope you guys have been behaving yourselves,” snickers Michelle, and a wink from her husband Dean, also a great friend of mine. Elizabeth’s cheeks flush slightly, informing everyone of just how well we were getting along. “Yeah, we have had great fun.” Grinning at her as we take our seats in a booth, Elizabeth and I enter first, but we sit opposite each other. All the boys on one side, respective partners on the other. A round of pre ordered drinks hits the table and the day is fast becoming a little fuzzy from the consumption of alcohol. Dinner comes and goes as we share conversations of our own over the noise from the other diners. Elizabeth and I glance and flirt the entire time and I’m just about to take a sip on what I plan on being my last drink of the evening when I feel a foot brush the inside of my calf. I all but choke on what is in my mouth and I stare across the table at her. Her lips mouth out, “Fuck me.” My heart races, the beads of sweat gather on my forehead. Hershoe-lessfoot continues to work its way up and down my leg, I even shuffle forward in my seat so she feel my raging hard on with her toes. It’s not long before I pull away from her touch, I can’t take that much longer. She smiles to herself, knowing the control she has over me and takes a mouthful of her drink, turns to Michelle and continues their conversation like nothing has happened. The evening wears on. “I’m calling it a night everyone after this,” I announce, eager to get Elizabeth all to myself once again. It’s a move full of strategy and only time will tell if it plays out the way I want it. “Think I’m going to head home too,” says Elizabeth, her speech slightly affected from the amount we have had to drink today.