Devon walked into the room a little before 5, as Emma was sliding into her dress. She chose sex tousled curls, a nice smokey eye with bright red lipstick, a skin tight black dress, and her black Louboutins. The dress came down to mid-thigh, so a bit longer than her usuals, but Emma wore it with nothing underneath. Her breasts jiggled and swayed as she put on her heels. Devon looked her up and down and Emma felt her nipples harden. They drew his eyes.
“Perfect.” She gave a little spin and he slapped her ass hard.
Emma felt everyone staring at her when they got to the event. He kept his hand on her ass in a very possessive way most of the night. He frequently kept them near the open doors where the breeze blew over them causing her nipples to strain against the fabric of her dress. One or two times he had to leave and Emma would find herself surrounded by men asking her questions to try and see if she was open to their advances. She felt quite a few hands rubbing her ass. After a few hours Devon began to get restless. Emma subtly brushed her hand against his groin and soon after they were leaving the party.