"Hey Kel, Audrey, and Clive are here after catching up with the folks. It went well." He pauses in response to someone talking in the background before carrying on. "They're treating mom and dad to a dinner out tonight and want us to join them."
While my brain is screaming NOOOOOOOO at the idea of meeting Zac's parents, my mouth misses the memo.
"That sounds lovely. What time?"
"Maddigan's at seven." There's no missing the surprise in Zac's response to my ready acceptance of the invitation. Was he expecting me to say no, thus allowing him to get out of it, too? Well, it's a bit late now, isn't it?
"Okay, I'll see you later." I'm about to end the call when I think of something.
"Did you grab anything nice to wear when you were clearing out your place?"
While I've doubtless got something I can wear to a place as ritzy as Maddigan's, I'm not sure Zac does.
He laughs before answering. "I did, but damned if I thought I'd have to wear a suit short of someone kicking the bucket. Can you grab it out of my suitcase and hang it up? I don't want to go to Maddigan's looking like trash."
It's then that I realize anything of mine will be in a similar condition. I haven't left the house much in all the months I've been here. Who knew how wrinkled anything formal of mine would be?
While my kind-hearted neighbor might be brilliant at watering plants and drinking all my champagne, she'd told me she wasn't great at packing. And thus, it proves true as I rummage through the strange assortment that she'd sent north for me.
It turns out she'd only packed one evening dress, a Jersey knit number in a dark, moody bronze. It's also one I've never been brave enough to wear.
Bought online, on a whim and never to see the light of day after I'd opened the package. The neckline plunges, meaning I'll need to be careful I'm to avoid giving Zac's mom and dad an eyeful.
Meeting them for the first time will be enough of an ordeal. Double when I don't even know how to describe what Zac and I have. It's enough to have me gasping as much as the steamer my neighbor thought to pack as I work out any wrinkles in Zac's suit and my dress.
ZAC
She should have given me some warning. Not opened the door wearing a dress that has my cock twitching in readiness. "I hope you've got a coat to go over that."
Her worries already clear, she plucks at the dress. "Oh no, what's wrong with it?"
"Nothing at all!" A quick check of my watch and I back up, slamming the door shut behind me.
I step forward, my hands swishing the front of the slinky wrap dress to the sides like curtains. My hands slide deep inside her panties a second later. Now, my cock's no longer twitching, it's on its way to being rock hard. Painfully so.
"Zac, we can't. What about the others? They'll be here soon, won't they?"
In answer, I step forward, pressing her into the wall. While my lips move across hers, I bury my fingers in her curls, reveling in how wet she is. I break the kiss long enough to whisper, "They're going to dinner in what they were wearing earlier."
Her moan is enough to have me cradling her ass under the dress, lifting her and holding her heat against my cock where it strains against my jeans. "I don't care if we're late. I want you so bad, it hurts."
Her frantic nodding is all the answer I need, lifting her higher and being rewarded when she wraps her legs tight around my hips. It's a close-run thing, but I get us up the stairs and into the bedroom before either of us loses it.
Her dress is perfect for what I've got in mind, a simple tug on the belt enough to have her laid bare. While I'm all for tossing the dress to one side, Kelly won't hear of it.
"Don't you dare."
She then rushes to hang it up before turning to face me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes downcast. There's nothing shy about the moisture showing through her sheer panties. Even if I hadn't felt her dampness earlier, I'd know she's ready for me.
I strip like my clothes are on fire, not caring where I toss anything. Next to me, Kelly unclips her bra and puts it on the club chair beside the dresser. She's just shimmied out of her panties when I grab them off her.
A couple of steps later and I slide them into the top pocket of my suit jacket, the slash of pink looking like a decorative handkerchief.
The difference being that we'll know she's sitting next to me at dinner not wearing any panties. To survive, I'll have to take the edge off.
I'm as quick to rejoin her, pressing her back onto the bed. Knowing that she's ready for me, rather than waste time with foreplay, I line myself up and, without pause, slide into her heated embrace.
I don't stop until I can go no further, withdrawing almost all the way before slamming back home again. Her guttural moan is all the encouragement I need, driving home again and again until her keening fills the room and I explode soon after.
