Over the summer, Hannah had unknowingly gained a level of sexual confidence that drifted off her like a lustful aura. She pretended not to hear the whispers and inquiries as she passed, filling a sinfully suggestive black cocktail dress that looked like it was straight out of film noir (because it was). Yet, she was not naive enough to suspect all these lecherous glances and hopeful looks were just for her, as she was her mother’s daughter after all.
Angela knew this was her night, and damnit, she would make sure there was no doubt in everyone’s mind as well. She wore an elegant, gold, mermaid dress that showed each curve of her body, the roll of her hip, her ass, and bust. High heels clicking confidently with each step attracted eyes as she strode past. For anyone daring to stare, they could confirm she was without a bra as her bare back greeted one’s gaze; it was exposed from her neck to shoulders, and down to the small of her back before disappearing beneath the hemline above her ass. Little was left to the imagination, yet it did cause many to wonder what lay beneath the fabric. Certainly, she must be wearing underwear, but wouldn’t we see a hemline? Perhaps a thong?
She wasn’t a tall woman by many standards, but tonight she towered over everyone.
The Millers had been seated at a small, six-person table just off the dance floor, the other two seats being reserved by an adorable elderly couple, Claudette and Bernie Howard. Scottie pegged them to be somewhere in their mid to late 90’s, both hard of hearing and all smiles. The Millers would later find that the Howards were honorary retirees and would have a new office named after them soon after the start of the new year.
The event was in full swing; dinner had already been served, guests were chatting, and the awards were rumored to be announced at any moment. Angela and Dale were making complimentary rounds while Scottie danced with Claudette to what she kept calling a “Foxtrot”. Hannah watched, leaning back in her chair as she slowly ate a strawberry covered in chocolate.
He was such a dweeb, and she loved it. She never knew someone who got her so excited just by being close to him. His voice could send shivers down her spine. His scent, his musk, made her nipples oh so hard. And when he looked at her, she could feel her pussy drip. Was this what it was like to fall for someone? Was he falling for her? Or were they just living out some deeply rooted excitement? Could it be both?
Scottie looked up at her and their eyes met. He laughed and she waved while biting into the fruit and tasting the sweet and tart flavors that washed over her palette. A moment later, the crowd swallowed them up in the slow-moving churn of a dance. Hannah took a deep breath and wiped a small dribble of juice that escaped her lip. She sucked it into her mouth when her eyes settled on her father.
Unconsciously, her tongue licked her lips as she watched him.
Across the dance floor, Scottie moved with his partner in the sea of dancers, drawing on a week’s worth of dance lessons that were mandatory for freshmen over four years ago. Claudette kept complimenting him, but he knew she was only being polite. As the song ended with a new number fading in. A slow, electronic beat with a synthesized melody filled the air. Couples were already starting to slowly sway to the music when he felt a little tap on his shoulder. Scottie turned to see his mother standing next to him.