Phaedra looked into the large mirror that was above the lavatory sinks.  She didn't focus on her face, makeup or even her hair. She only saw the determination that filled her eyes.  In less than a minute she would have to go back and the party. She finally forced her gaze to assess her hair and makeup. Her makeup was flawlessly and artfully applied so as to appear as if she really had none on at all. It had been done at the hair salon where she had also had her so skillfully. The long and lustrous brown locks had been arranged to cascade from the top of her head to the middle of her back in a waterfall of curls.

She turned to go and caught a glimpse of back of her dress. The should have had a sign attached when she bought it- ''seduction.''  From the front it appeared to be a typical black dress that suited so many functions of this type. The bodice of the dress came all way up to the base of her throat. From a distance it looked to be all black. But up close you could see that it was black stretchy lace, and looked as if that is all the wearer had on. But in reality, the lace had a lining of the very thinnest flesh colored fabric, in certain places. The dress fit like skin, from the long sleeves to just past the knees, where it flared to allow for easier movement. It was back of the dress that was the center of interest.  There was no back until you to below her waist. In fact, the dress came to the top of her ass crack.  For the longest time she was sure that if she bent over, just like the workman in his too small jeans, you would see much more than anyone should. And right where her bottom curved into firm and luscious rounded cheeks was a red bow, about six inches across. And even though it had no function in keeping the dress on, Phaedra was sure she would hear nothing but jokes and offers to untie it. 

Phaedra left the protection of the ladies room reluctantly.  She knew her aunt Alicia and uncle Preston would be waiting for her. They hated asking her to plead on her uncle's behalf. But it was a family-held company that was four generations old, and the family was desperate to try and maintain control.  Phaedra was almost unbelievably beautiful, and it was hoped that if she pleaded with the corporate raider, she might persuade him to give them more time. She had argued that it would be a futile effort, but her uncle and her cousin Roger were convinced that she could make the difference.

Phaedra glanced around the large lobby where the party was being held. The party was in celebration of the new wing being opened of the hospital.  For a moment, she considered lying to her family and telling them that she had talked with Mr. Scott-Thomas and he had laughed in her face. But she knew she was a lousy liar.  They would guess the truth, if she didn't break down first and confess.

Phaedra spun around suddenly, deciding to leave and tell her family later that she had gotten sick to stomach. Her departure was halted as she walked right into a man who had come to stand behind her.

The first thing she saw other than his elegant tuxedo, was that he was holding two tall flutes of champagne. She flushed and muttered an apology.  The man smiled and offered her one of the champagne flutes.

Phaedra shook her head, insisting that he had obviously intended the drink for someone else.

Rand smiled. ''Actually, I was hoping to use it to gain an introduction to you.'' He inclined his towards her ''Rand Thomas.''

Phaedra paused a moment before accepting the glass. ''Thanks.'' She extended her hand to him. ''Phaedra Astor.''

Phaedra's breath caught in her chest as Rand enfolded her hand within his. In fact, she was so distracted by his touch that she missed the surprised look on his face as he heard her name.

Phaedra looked up into his rough-hewn face, her attention held by the fact that he wore a plain black eye patch, concealing his left eye.

Rand had recognized the woman's name immediately. Rand took a sip of his champagne, thinking what a joke fate was playing. He had seen this beautiful woman across the room and felt an immediate attraction to her. He had watched for her, and as soon as he saw her come out of the restroom, Rand had gone for the champagne. It wasn't until he was afoot or so away that the crowd parted enough for him to have clear access to her.  He had still been dealing with the shock the vision of her backless dress had caused, when she had unexpectedly turned and bumped into him. He had thought she looked amazingly hot from the front in the form fitting dress, but from the rear- the view was down right cock teaser material. He was curious because a woman usually dressed like this for one of two reasons. She had a man she was dressing for; or there was a man she wanted to entice.  Rand was sure he had heard she was unattached, so he wondered who was her victim for seduction?

Phaedra sipped the cool drink and tried to calm the hectic feelings this stranger had aroused in her. She took a deep breath before speaking.

"What brings you to this dedication?"

Rand gave her a slight smile. "I'm a contributor to the building fund. And you?"

 Phaedra felt the start of emotion. "I'm a volunteer and am on a few committees.  I couldn't get out of it, and my aunt and uncle really wanted me to come."  She paused, looking into the attractive stranger's single blue eye. "I'm tempted to find the nearest exit and make run for it."

Rand laughed. "Now that would be a terrible waste."

Phaedra couldn't resist and asked him what he meant. Rand wondered if she were kidding or perhaps she really was unaware of her unusual, but captivating beauty. He cleared his throat before he answered.

"That's a knockout of a dress, and if ever I've seen a woman meant for dancing, you are it."

Phaedra smiled. "Actually, dancing sounds like a great idea. Are they having music tonight?"

Rand nodded his head and gestured towards the far end of the open foyer.  “Through there.  Care to try a few steps? I’ll try not and trounce on your feet every other step.”

 Phaedra laughed. “All right.  Let’s trip the light fantastic, and hopefully I can avoid my unpleasant task I was assigned to do tonight.”  She curled her arm around Rand’s and started walking towards the lounge where soft strains of music could be heard.  Once inside, after a moment of letting their eyes adjust to lowered light, Rand turned her into his arms and they started dancing.

Phaedra let her muscles relax and let Rand pull her close to his muscular chest.  His hand pressed against the bare skin of her back, and she felt her full breasts mash against his muscles beneath the expensive tuxedo. She settled her head into the curve of his neck, not questioning the comfortable and relaxed feelings she was experiencing with this stranger.  As the next song blended into the first, she felt Rand’s hand slide down her back until it rested at the curve of her back, just above the red bow.

“What is this unpleasant task you must perform before leaving this evening?”  He asked softly once he had felt her melt in his arms and become pliant and relaxed. “What could be so bad that you are willing to run away from it?”

Phaedra ignored the warning voice in her head telling to keep quiet.  “Some raider type wants to take over our family’s business.  For some reason, my uncle wants me to see him and see if he will back off.  My uncle is desperate not to lose the family business.  He sees it as a personal failure, and that he is letting down his father and grandfather.”  Phaedra lifted her head to meet Rand’s gaze.  “I don’t know why my uncle thinks I can get a total stranger to change his plans just because I ask.  I mean, I wouldn’t change my business plans because someone I had just met asked me too.”

Rand looked away from Phaedra for a moment.  He had suspected the old guy would try something like this, although he had to admit that he had not expected the attack to come in the shape and form of such a beautiful adversary.  When he looked back he found Phaedra was still watching his face.  He smiled a little. “Perhaps if there was something else involved, such as an incentive, I might reconsider.”

Phaedra frowned. “What kind of incentive?”

“Well, you are a very beautiful woman, and I’m sure that if you offered something tangible in return, the corporate raider might reconsider.”

“What do you mean?  Something tangible?  The family is tapped out financially, trying to buy back stock and rearrange things.”

Rand paused before answering.  He knew that what he would have liked to have with this beautiful woman would probably never occur now.  Once she knew who he was, she would not trust him, and probably resent him for not revealing himself sooner.  But if he didn’t tell her who he was, and let the evening progress, she would probably be even more angry and resentful. He took a deep breath and pressed her lower body intimately close.  He saw in her eyes the instant she became aware of his arousal, pressed firmly to her soft belly.  He half expected her to fight and pull away, but she didn’t.  As he held her gaze, he saw arousal in her eyes.  He felt her breath quicken and tongue darted out to nervously lick her lusciously full lower lip.  And there was no mistaking the subtle move of her lower body against him in response.

Rand paused for a second, reconsidering honesty versus a night of what promised to be some pretty passionate sex.  But he was an honest man, even if he was somewhat cutthroat when it came to business.  He always was honest and straightforward with people.  Deceit and deception never came to any good.  But he had to take a deep breath to regain some control over his body.  He hadn't felt this easily aroused and randy since he’d been in college.

“You could offer yourself instead of something financial.”

His words hung in the air between them.  Phaedra felt a roaring in her ears and had to swallow hard to keep from flinging herself at the handsome man who had so obviously revealed his attraction to her a moment earlier.  It was impossible to keep the image of him rising above her and holding her eyes as he thrust his hardness into her soft, wet body. Suddenly, it was hard to breathe. She surprised herself even more when she gently wiggled her lower body back and forth, feeling his hard cock pressed so eagerly against her.

Rand groaned and it reverberated deep in his chest, tingling against her taut nipples. He lowered his mouth to lightly kiss the side of her neck.  He whispered to her softly.  “I’m surprised your uncle didn’t suggest it.”

Phaedra was too aroused to be insulted.  She shook her head no, looking up to meet his gaze once again.  “It would be a workable solution…” She stopped suddenly as she felt him pull her even closer.  “If it were you I was trying to bribe.”

Phaedra shocked herself at her brazen words. Rand abruptly pulled back from her, and grabbing her wrist in his hand, he led them quickly through the crowd, and out a back entrance.  He stopped when they were in a deserted hallway.  He spun her around and in the next instant she was pressed flat to the wall behind her and he was kissing her.

Phaedra had no time to think.  She kissed him back, sliding her arms up and around his neck. She gasped when he finally released her mouth and slid his mouth down her neck. One hand was easing her dress off the shoulder and in the next instant, his mouth closed over the exposed, taut nipple.  Phaedra cried out, feeling her knees buckle beneath her.  She didn’t fall because Rand had pressed one leg between her own. Her dress slid up and suddenly her wet pussy was pressed against his hard, muscular thigh.

Phaedra tried to tell her body to push him away. He was a stranger, but her hands didn’t listen.  Her mouth pressed kisses to the side of his face and down his neck.  She even sucked the skin between her teeth, and gave him a love bite that would be visible above his shirt.  She didn’t care.  Especially since she felt his other hand dragging her skirt up, caressing her flesh as he did so.  His hand slid around to cup one full, round cheek and press her more intimately to him. 

Rand paused as his hand caressed her firm, full bottom. He hadn't realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties until that moment, and it made his head swim with desire. He reconsidered telling her who he was, but then Phaedra rubbed her crotch back and forth over his thigh. He didn’t give a damn and slid his hand around to her thigh.  As he slid his thigh back, his hand moved between her upper thighs.  He wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he almost lost his control as he felt a completely smooth pussy, wet with arousal.

Rand lifted his head from her succulent breast and returned to her mouth.  His tongue met hers eagerly as he slipped his fingers between her wet lips.  Her legs eased further apart and he slid two fingers up inside her hot, wet channel even as his thumb zeroed in on her clit. His mouth swallowed her cries of passion as he worked her body with precision and skill.  He seemed to know just where to touch her, when to touch her and how to touch her sensitive flesh. It happened so quickly, his fingers inside her, massaging, and his thumb never releasing her clit.  She slammed into the wall of her orgasm the very next moment.  Her body spasmed, and began jerking and thrashing in his arms.  He felt her pussy contracting and drenching his fingers with her passion juice. He lifted his head to watch her face as she lost control.  He saw her swollen lips, red and free of any lipstick.  He glanced down and saw her breast was jiggling from her motions. And most of all, he felt her aftermath as his hand still cupped and caressed her smooth pussy.

Rand watched and waited until finally Phaedra opened her eyelids and saw him staring down at her.  She blushed hotly as she realized how intimately they were still standing. Before she could react though, Rand lightly rubbed his hand over her slick flesh.  He withdrew his hand reluctantly, and then wiped his fingers on his pristine handkerchief.  He surprised her when he lifted her skirt once again, and this time used the cloth to wipe her moisture from her pussy.  She had never experienced anything as intimate with a man before.  She had sex a few times, but it sure didn’t compare to this encounter, with a stranger.  Although, she couldn’t really consider him a stranger now, she argued silently.

She looked down and saw that he was still hard and stiff with his expensive trousers.  She didn’t think as she reached out and cupped her hand over his arousal.  Rand groaned loudly and braced both hands flat against the wall on either side of her.  He told himself that he would stop in a few seconds, and then he heard his zipper being lowered.  Suddenly, two small soft hands were freeing his cock from the confinement of his trousers, only to confine it once again in her grasp.  She curled her hands around him, caressing, pulling and tugging. She stared at his manhood filling her hands as it oozed drops of pre-cum.  She wanted to caress him and please him, something she had never felt the desire to do before. 

Phaedra felt her knees buckle and in the next instant, she was on her knees in front of him.  She heard Rand groan above her, and his hands moved to her shoulders. But she resisted and lowered her head to complete her journey.

Rand died in that instant.  Her mouth opened and took his cock inside.  He felt her tongue caress the underside of his cock, even as her lips closed and sucked him more deeply.  He had to stop her, and he moved one hand from the wall down to her head. His fingers threaded through the reddish strands to pull her back.  But she slid one hand down and started to fondle and cup and squeeze his balls even as her head started to move.  He couldn’t pull her head away, so his fingers slid free, dislodging her neatly rolled hair.  He knew he couldn’t last much longer.  He was so hot and aroused with her simplest and most innocent of touches, that now, with her mouth sucking his cock and her hands caressing and stroking him, it wouldn’t be long.

Rand choked back his shout of arousal and his cock jerked within her mouth.  Before he could pull free, or Phaedra really knew what to expect, his cum shot free and she swallowed it.  She pulled back, looking dazed.  Rand opened his eyes and looked down.  The woman kneeling at his feet didn’t look like the ice statue he had first seen in lobby of the grand hotel.  Her lips were swollen and bare of any lipstick.  Her hair was half falling down and mussed beyond hope of repair.  And she still had one breast bared to the cool air of the hallway.

Rand was no priest, having had his share of lovely women to share his bed from time to time.  But he had never had anything this uncontrolled or passionate happen to him before.  He reached down and pulled Phaedra to her feet.  He watched the flush stain her cheeks as she saw his eyes traveling over her. Hastily, she moved pulled her dress back up.  Rand stopped her and pressed a light kiss to the taut nipple.  He covered it once again with the stretchy black lace.  He started to lower his head to kiss her luscious mouth when a door at the end of the corridor swung open.  Music and voices came through and reminded them both of where they were.

Rand took her arm in his hand and turned her towards the way they had come just a few minutes earlier.