We were at a publishing event at the Waldorf and Samantha asked me, "Which one of these young girls is the cutest?" I eventually picked one, Samantha walked over, and within minutes she was at our table. Her name was Tina, and she worked at Vogue. She was wearing a tight red velvet sheath, black velvet d'orsay pumps, and her young legs had stockings so fine that it took me a minute to decide if she was wearing them, or if she just had perfect legs.
Samantha and Tina talked about makeup and shoes.
An hour
later, Tina was incredibly blitzed. "If she does anything foolish, we
should
get her a room upstairs," Samantha told me in an aside. For the third
time
that night, they went to the bathroom together.
Tina came back ten minutes later, stumbling past my table, where she stopped briefly. She then walked down to the end of the bar and grabbed one of her editors by the tie, and kissed him. She stood up on the table and started to dance to the music. The room became entirely silent as Tina writhed her hips and showed off her body. She was amazingly lucid, making eye contact with everyone in the room as she danced.
She stumbled off the table and the entire room
watched as
she fell onto the floor. A young man helped her up and was walking her
out of
the room. As he ushered his new date out of the bar, she said "Wait,
who are you?" Since she was sitting at my table, I stood up and
held her steady.
Realizing that he wasn't going to take her home
with him,
the guy quickly disappeared. For propriety's sake, I told the next
table that
I was going to put her in a room upstairs.
As I carried Tina, she swung her legs back and
forth and
giggled, throwing her hair back. I got to the room and took out the
room key she had dropped on my lap before her table dancing. Samantha
giggled and kicked the young girls shoes off.
"Will you
unzip me," she asked, and I unzipped the red velvet dress. She turned
to me as
it dropped to the floor and kissed me. My wife pressed her new young
supple breasts into me and reached for my belt.
I told her that while I wanted nothing more, we had to leave. She pouted and got dressed as I pulled Tina back into her outfit. I was happy that Samantha didn't take her stockings as I zipped the dress back up. When I was done, Samantha looked back at me, looking just like she had before, and giggled. She handed me her slingbacks and said "my souvenir," as she walked out the door in Tina's velvet pumps.
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