Desires

Greya smiles sweetly as the overweight mayor pulls her closer , almost thankful his fat stomach keeps her away from his groin, he makes the most of the dance , his hand slipping to pat her peach shaped rear as his eyes rarely stray from her ample cleavage, Greya's main concern though is the obnoxious glutton will leave greasy stains on her dress.

Sarana breathes heavily in the night air , her mind racing, Vara's delicate fingers toying with her quim as she sits next to her in a secluded corner of the private garden..

"He is very handsome m'lady, if only your husband were so.." Vara teases the frustrated young woman further as she struggles with her feelings

"Oh Vara , if only, the idea of sleeping with him would be far more pleasant.... oh goddess .... don' stop.."

The mayor's wife moans softly, hoping for a sweet release , lost in the moment she sighs with irritation when her servants fingers withdraw.

"M'lady !" Vara exclaims ..

"Good evening ladies, what a wonderful sight..... your garden is quite lovely"

Sarana blushes deeper as her eyes flutter open to see you standing before her, her frustration even worse as Vara stands taking a step away head bowed.

"Forgive me, i had to check you were alright, for such a beautiful thing to be neglected is a crime " you hold out your hand to help her to her feet.

She graciously accepts , but you continue to pull as she rises to her feet, her hands press against your chest as you pull her close but little effort is put into trying to pull away, if anything her body grinds against you in need, her breathing increases as her eyes meet yours.

Maybe it wasn't needed but Devara's choice words and your seed being placed in some of Sarana's meals had done their work, the young womans desire for you apparent, even moreso than the fact her husband was so repulsive.

"Do you trust me? " You say your voice like honey.

"Y..yess" she stammers almost desperately.

"Close your eyes" you say, as she does you pull her into the shadow and vanish from sight, Vara steps from the garden ,and into the hall way as Sarana, licking her fingers clean she rejoins the ball much to Greya's relief.

"My husband, surely it is my turn to dance".