The back room || Natalie and Jon
Natalie had been late to the ball and she half expected everyone to have already lucked out with a catch. So when she found him Natalie was beyond happy with herself. He was confident, calm and seemed awfully good with his hands in the brief moment they had together. Natalie wasn’t drunk, but she had had enough to make her adventurous and now she had found just the guy to do it with.
When they arrived in the room, Natalie ducked inside and waited until he had locked the door. When the man in black had turned to look at her she had smirked, lust coursing through her body. She wanted him and she wanted him now. As she waited for him to turn around Natalie had quickly bent at the waist and removed the silk black thong she had worn. She held it, dangling of one finger as she waited for his attention, smirking all the while she did.
It was a miracle in itself that Jon had found someone willing so late in the night. Everyone else seemed to have paired off already and he feared he'd have to make do with the bartender. Thankfully though, this woman-- this whirlwind had come swooping in, and saved in from a potentially boring night. Within minutes, he'd convinced her to go to one of the back rooms with her, which may have been a personal record on his part.
As they got there, Jon busied himself with the door, making sure it was firmly shut so no one could possibly intrude on them. When he turned, the first thing he noticed was the black lacy thing hanging off of the girl's finger. He smirked and, without missing a beat, crossed the room, meeting her and immediately shoving her against the nearest wall. As if just to confirm it for himself, Jon slid his hand up the woman's dress, his hand immediately hitting her pussy and rubbing it as soon as he came into contact with it, a large smirk breaking out across his lips. "You don't waste any time do you?"
