My New Plaything

You were invited to a party for a friend, at a trendy new bistro. that had opened in a major city hotel. Your wife had died about 10 months earlier you decided to go as it was a good way to start meeting new people.

It was a good meal and plenty off wine was consumed, most people were quite merry. The host was someone who you wouldn't pick for a friend, she was a moderately attractive, married redhead, but could be a real bitch at times.Kris had consumed plenty to drink and was quite drunk.

Kris kept coming up to you and asking personal questions, trying to play match maker, often she would put her arm around you, guiding a hand to her butt. As the night wore on Kris got drunker her attention to you changed, mainly guiding your hand to the skin under her clothes, up her back or into the back of her pants. her questions got more personal.