Banquet

"You flatter me," she said, adjusting her sleeve a bit.

"Quite frankly I had come over here, thinking you were heading into the banquet, to find out if you were alone. I was going to ask if I could escort you inside," I said, nodding toward the banquet room.

"You're too sweet. Look, my thing really won't get rocking for a few hours anyway. In the meantime I'd be proud to accompany you into your banquet."

"You sure?"

"Like I said, mine will be a sleeper for a few more hours at least, and how could a girl turn down such a nice and perceptive man like yourself?"

"Well, then," I said holding out my arm to her, "Let's make our entrance."

She hooked her arm on mine and we walked into my banquet. We stepped inside and headed to the sign in table where I found my name tag amid the others. I watched as my "date" fill out her name tag and carefully stick it to her lapel. Once she finished, we stepped away from the table and I reached out my hand and said, "It's and honor to meet you Carla, I'm Michael."

"Well, hi Michael, it's a pleasure to meet you," she said as we searched several tables in the back, finally finding one with two open places side by side.

Fortunately we were late enough that the pre-dining talks were finished and the waiters were briskly rushing in the salads and dinners to everyone. We ate and tried to talk some with the others at the table, but it was a bit awkward, so when Carla excused herself to go to the restroom, I stood up and left a few moments after she did.

I waited outside the restroom and when she stepped out of the lady's room, I grabbed her hand and walked her past the men's room around a corner to a small recess in the wall beside the janitor's closet. Leaning her against the wall, I turned my head a bit to the right and kissed her lightly on the lips. Her lips parted, inviting more so I slipped my tongue into her mouth as my hand moved to her breast, gently kneading it.