1 comments/ 26767 views/ 0 favorites The Company Christmas Party By: lordrockingham I was at the company's Christmas party, standing by myself near the bar. As I'd come down from one of the regional offices for the weekend, there weren't many faces I recognised. I looked over to the other side of the room and saw a group of women standing together chatting. One of them stood out - she wore a deep blue skirt with matching silk blouse. She had shoulder length ash-blonde hair and looked absolutely gorgeous. She also looked a little bored - she wasn't joining in the conversation much and seemed out of place. I made my way over towards her, wondering how to get her attention. As I approached, I saw that her glass was empty. She had drifted away from the group of women a little, so I came up to her and asked "Want another drink?" "That would be lovely! White wine, please." I went to the bar and came back with two glasses of wine. We sat down at a table together. Being so much closer, I could see bright blue eyes twinkling and full lips, inviting to be kissed. "Are you with the Head Office crowd?" I asked, trying to be nonchalant. "No - I'm here because my husband works with the company," she replied, waggling her ring finger at me. "Where is he, then?" I asked. "Oh - he's off with his cronies in the other bar. When there are free drinks all night, I won't see him until morning. It probably won't be long before they start another endless poker game. And what about you?" She looked pointedly at the ring on my finger. "I'm here by myself. I work in one of the regional offices and my wife didn't want to come all the way down here to spend a night with people she doesn't know." "Ah!" Our conversation paused for a few moments and we sipped at our drinks. I was trying hard not to stare at her face, or her figure which was well-defined by her outfit. Then the DJ played a slow smoochy number. "Fancy a dance?" I asked - trying my luck. "Love to" came back the swift answer. We got up and made our way to the dance floor. She put her arms around my neck and I placed mine on her hips and we started to sway together. After a few moments, she pulled me closer and rested her head on my shoulder. I could smell her perfume and the close presence of her body was causing me to react. I could feel my prick harden and tried to think innocent thoughts. I hoped that she couldn't feel my reaction to her closeness, but the way she pulled closer and began to gently rub herself against my prick told me she was all too aware of what had happened. If I could have been in any doubt, her next action settled things completely. She lifted her head from my shoulder and gently nibbled at my neck. I guess she must have felt how my prick jumped at this, for she sighed happily and returned her head to my shoulder, exposing her neck invitingly. I dropped my head and returned the neck-nibbles, kissing her soft neck gently. She pulled me closer still and continued rubbing against me. I dropped one hand from her hip and lightly stroked my fingers across her buttock. The invitation to go further seemed obvious but I wasn't sure how to make the suggestion. The music ended. As we walked from the dance floor, I turned to her: "Er - would you like to go somewhere quieter?" She looked at me with a sly smile. "What have you got in mind?" "Well - remember I said I'd come down from a regional office? I'm not going back this evening - I've got a room booked upstairs. We could go there." "That sounds heavenly - what are we waiting for?" We walked from the hall hand in hand. I looked around nervously but I couldn't see anyone who would have known me. We made our way to the lift - with me feeling glad that my jacket was hiding the bulge in my trousers. We got in the lift and I pressed the button for the third floor. "What a shame" she said huskily. "I was kind of hoping that we might have to spend a longer time in the lift." Even though the journey to floor three was so brief, by the time the doors opened, we were engaged in a heavy, tongue-swapping, kiss. We walked along the corridor arm in arm until we came to my room. I unlocked the door, entered and turned on the light. "Ugh! That's a bit bright!" She muttered. I crossed to the bedside, switched on the small lamp there and turned off the overhead light. "Mmmm - much better!" I switched on the TV and changed channels to a radio station that was playing non-stop smoochy music. We came together again and recommenced our dancing, but with fewer inhibitions. I cupped her buttocks and pulled her to me as she blatantly rubbed herself against my hard prick. As we kissed, I brought one hand round to stroke the side of her breast, feeling the smoothness of her blouse and the warm curves underneath. I let my hand drift across until I could feel the hard button of her nipple. Using the nail of my thumb, I flipped it up and down and got the response I had been hoping for. Her nipple grew harder and a low moan escaped from her lips. I pulled out of the kiss and looked at her. "I don't even know your name." "So what? I don't know yours. Do we need to know names? Tomorrow you'll be back with your wife and I'll be with my husband and we won't see each other again. Tonight is just about us - so let's not worry about names." To stop all further discussion on the matter, she kissed me again - letting her tongue invade my mouth. At the same time, her hand came round to the front of my trousers. She undid them and pulled down the zip. Reaching in, she grasped my prick in her warm hand and began a slow, steady wanking motion. Realising that we had long passed the point of no return, I brought both hands to her blouse. I undid the buttons and removed it, tossing it onto the chair by the desk. Her bra quickly followed, and then I lifted both breasts in my hands and felt their weight and warmth. I gently squeezed and caressed them, before dropping my head and placing one firm nipple in my mouth. I sucked it vigorously for a while, before flicking it swiftly and repeatedly with my tongue. I was so engrossed in paying attention to her breasts that I barely noticed that she had removed my jacket, shirt and tie. She rubbed her hands over my chest, scraping my nipples with her long, painted finger nails. Leaving her breasts for a moment, I reached down and lifted her skirt. I slid my hand up the back of her leg, feeling the silky stocking and then the sudden move to bare flesh near the top. Continuing upwards, I found her bare buttock - and realised she was wearing a thong. I cupped and squeezed her soft mound - evoking yet more murmers of pleasure from her lips, which were now busy at my nipples. Getting increasingly desperate, I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. I then undid her suspender belt and slid her stockings down her legs, one by one, until she stood before me only in her dark blue thong. In return, she slid my trousers down my ankles, followed by my underpants. I broke away for a moment to slip off my shoes and socks and to get free from the rest of my clothing. Then I came to her again and let her grasp my hard, long prick again - now free of all clothing. Once more she began to wank me. In return, I placed my hand between her legs and felt the smoothness of the material covering her cunt. As I rubbed her thong, I could feel the damp patches, telling me that she was as turned on as I was. Sliding my hand inside, I reached down and felt the wet opening. I slid my finger inside and began finger-fucking her, but knew that I wanted much more very soon. I pushed her onto the bed and slowly pulled her thong down, exposing a bush of curly blonde hair and a juicy slit. Throwing the discarded thong over my shoulder, I bent down, opened her legs and placed my mouth over her warm cunt. I let my tongue explore greedily, encouraged by the moans and groans coming from her mouth. After a few minutes of this, she pulled my head away from her cunt and lifted me up. "Fuck me - fuck me now! I want your prick in me. I want to feel you filling me - fucking me - pounding me" I needed no further urging. I slid up her body until I covered her. Her hands went to my prick and pulled it urgently to her cunt. I slid deep into her and we groaned together at the joy of coupling. Slowly we began to move together, finding the right way to move our bodies to bring the greatest satisfaction to each other. Both already on the edge of orgasms, we didn't take long to build up speed until I was pounding her in the way she had asked. Despite my best intentions to hold off cuming until she did, my self-control had gone. I cried out loud as my sperm shot into her. Again and again I thrust deep into her cunt, feeling sperm shoot out with every movement. Somehow I managed to keep up the momentum and was rewarded by her cries of ecstasy. Her back arched in spasms of joy and she gave a long low moan of pleasure. Gradually our movements subsided until we came to a rest. We lay together, still joined by prick and cunt, for a while. Then I slid out of her and lay at her side. I wrapped my arm around her as she snuggled into my chest. We lay silently for some time - our breathing gradually coming back to normal. She was the first to break the silence. "Wow. Bloody amazing." "Mmmm" I still wasn't 100% sure if I had recovered the skill of speaking. "I have to say that this is without doubt the best company Christmas party I have ever attended." "So - going to come again next year?" I asked "Abso-fucking-lutely! But next year, it's MY turn to choose the fantasy, OK?" "Abso-fucking-lutely, my love!" She stood up and faced me, her breasts swinging gently and her open cunt still clearly visible amid a mass of tangled pubic hair. "Now then, I'm going to go and have a shower. And if some mysterious handsome stranger should walk in and begin to soap my back - well I just don't know what I'll do..." The Company Christmas Party This night is special, things are going to be different, and you can sense it in the back and forth banter during the day. This being the party season full of holidays and cheer, we have been invited to a couple of get-togethers with friends. Just because you want to meet the people I work with, you have wanted to attend the company Christmas Party. And I am always looking for an excuse to show you off, the reservations have been made, you are dressed in a very beautiful, tasteful dress that is not too revealing but sexy and conservative. People need to know that you are desirable without thinking you are a total slut, I think was your description. I gather the overnight bag and put it in the car. We have packed to stay one night and also to have some fun of course. It is so nice of the company to arrange for any of its employees to stay at the motel where the party will be held knowing it is a better alternative to so many DUIs. When we arrive I suggest that we check into the room before the party, just so if I get to enjoying myself too much I wont have to negotiate the cold and ice outside. After arriving we are given the key to a wonderful suite with a king bed, desk and a couple of chairs with a coffee table. The bathroom has a jetted tub and shower with warm, heated, marble floors. You sit in a plush occasional chair while I go to the bathroom to empty our toiletries and hang our clothes for tomorrow in the closet. Placing the bag in the closet on the suitcase stand, I reach inside to pull out the one implement that you didn't know was coming with us. In fact, you didn't even know that I had gotten a new toy for us to enjoy. I stroll slowly to where you are sitting, with a sly smile I tell you I have gotten a new toy for us, but mostly it is for me. I bring out from behind my back a small innocent looking vibrator. This one is different, because it has a tail. You inquire as to what this thing is and I go into an explanation as to its use and purpose. This vibrator is special in that is will be carried inside you for the night, and the tail will be the only part exposed between your legs. The vibrator is remotely controlled and the tail is actually an antenna. I will have the control and you will not know when it will come on or be turned off. The idea sounds exciting, but at the same time scary. What will happen if I push you too far and while talking to someone you have an orgasm? How hot will you be during the party, and what might you say or do? More intriguing fun to enhance our sex lives. I kneel before you and slowly slide my hands up the outsides of your legs, under your dress to the tops of your nylons, and past the garters, to the front of the matching black thong. You are already starting to feel the tingle of excitement in your pussy. I slide the thong to the side and slowly slip the vibrator into you. I pull the antenna up along side your clit and over your smooth mons pubis, then pull the thong back over it to hold it in place. "Now, let's see how this thing works" I mumble. I have the control in my pocket so you can't see me move but you instantly feel the vibration inside you and the antenna also hums against your clitoris, with a shocking intensity. Instantly your hips respond to the shock of intense pleasure. I giggle "That may be a little too high!" I remove the control from my pocket and adjust the speed to low. I bend over to kiss you with the most passionate kiss of the day so far, telling you how desirable and sexy you are and we are off too the party. We enjoy drinks before dinner and conversation. Always the perfect lady during introductions, but in the back of your mind, always, "I wonder when it will come and did he REALLY turn it down?" Just the anticipation is starting to warm you from the inside. The tingle that seems to center in your pussy is getting you wetter by the minute, and while you are talking to some new acquaintance and thinking about the new toy, you feel a slow steady vibration. It is on and he did turn it down, quickly enters your mind. You are so turned on by just the thought, that you weren't really sure you felt it at first, but now you are positive! Shyly you seek me out of the corner of your eye, knowing I will be watching for your reaction. I am watching you with the perfect cat-that-ate-the canary smile and a sparkle in my eye. You blow me a kiss across the table. The woman you have just met tells you that it is so obvious how much in love we are, just by the way we look at each other and you smile and tell her thank you, knowing she has only seen the top of the iceberg that is us. Very little seen. Imaginable depth beneath the surface. Then just as fast as the feeling came, it goes away, leaving you to wonder and anticipate its return. The night progresses to dinner and senseless boring speeches, all the time you wait for the next wonderful surprise that will come from my controller. Many times tonight you have felt it and have begun to wonder if I have increased the speed. You have never known when it was coming, during dinner, then dessert, and even longer and seemingly more intense during the speeches. All the while I sit beside you holding your hand with one hand and keeping my other in my pocket. Occasionally I lean in to kiss you or to whisper in your ear how madly in love I am with you. Now the music is starting and you are hesitant to move to the dance floor. I take you in my arms and move slowly to the music, with my lips oh so close to your ear, I tell you how you are going to get fucked beyond your wildest dreams tonight. Then you feel the toy again, more intense and pushing you higher. This is the time you feared would come, with the pleasure rolling over you, you are not sure you can stop the approaching orgasm. Then the vibration stops and you lean in to bite my ear and whisper "You had better be careful with that thing!" and you hear me chuckle. More music, wine, and pleasure, the night trips along pleasurably. You have made many new friends and have been the belle of the ball, but you are so turned on that you tug at my sleeve and tell me it is time to go to the room. A crowd of friends agree and we all haul up to our room with bottles of wine in hand. The merriment and drink continue to flow for another hour in our room as the time drags by excruciatingly slow for you. The vibrator is humming along and keeping you on the edge with an intensity and speed that almost reaches that of when you were first introduced to this joy. You find me, I am never far way, and tell me that you must get it out or you are going to start fucking me in front of all of these people. This is quickly nearing the point of no return. The nectar from you is running down your legs and you thong is completely soaked. Your nipples are so hard they seem to be trying to tear they way through your dress. You are on fire! Finally, I start to usher everyone out of the room. Just as soon as the last one is out and the door is closed, you pounce on me, run your tongue down my throat and madly shove your hand down the front of my pants seeking my hardness. "Fuck me now!" is all you can say. I begin to remove the dress and explain that if we don't be careful it will get torn. You step out of the puddle it makes at your feet and come at me again. "Patience my love," I whisper. "I want you on the bed, and just take off the thong, leave the garters and stockings. Oh, and you won't need that bra either, I love to watch the rings in your nipples dance!" You head for the bed and I reach into the closet and bring out the bag we brought form home. You know the silk restraints are in there and you moan, "Just fuck me first, then we can play!" "Patience, patience" is my reply. You crawl up onto the king size bed and spread your legs. You pull the antenna and the vibrator out of you and say "I want your cock in me, now!" I walk around the bed securing the straps to the rails and slip the blindfold over your eyes. "On your stomach, please" is the only thing I will say. With a sigh you comply. With a pillow under your hips and your breasts free you are bound to the bed, with all of the blankets on the floor. After you are ready I tell you I will be right back, and throw a blanket over you. I turn on the bedside lamp and kill the overhead as I leave the room. Terror comes to your mind as you wonder what is next. OK, what is he doing now? Then it slowly creeps into the recesses of your conscious, would he really do that? We have talked about it but I never thought he would try it! That is when you hear the door open and my voice saying "You guys are going to love this!" Terror and unbelievable excitement come at once to your mind! You stay silent and still, as you feel the blanket slowly slide from your body and you hear the gasp of air from how many men. "That is so hot" one of them says. "Can we touch?" comes another voice. Then you know you are safe when you hear me control the situation with "You guys can touch, lick, and fuck her all you want, but I will personally kill anyone who hurts her or doesn't stop when she or I say!" Awesome" comes a chorus of voices. You are sure there must be at least three others with me as you feel them caressing your legs and ass. Hands move all over your body, Caressing, stroking, probing, pinching, these hands seem to be everywhere, and still not going to where you want them. You sense someone close to your ear and you hear me whisper "Did I not say you would be fucked beyond your wildest dreams? You still have your codeword and can use it if you ever feel the need." You then surrender to the onslaught. You feel a cock in your hand and one on your lips and another probing at the lips to your pussy. This is lust beyond bounds as you are untied and set loose on these unsuspecting fools. They have no idea of the boundaries of our lust. You instinctively know the one rule, the blindfold stays on, to protect all involved. That is part of the lust too, meeting some guy on the street or at another party and wondering if you had fucked him. You don't know if I have joined them or if I am just watching, and you no longer care, you know I am there if you need me and you have all of these men to satisfy you every whim. The orgasms spin on and on as you are fucked in every conceivable position and every hole is running with the never ending cum from these men trying to keep up with you. It seems to go on forever and ever until you just can't seem to reach any higher. The men you have used for your pleasure have slinked off one by one, satisfied and wasted by your charms. You hear them leave one after another telling me that I have one hot woman, and I am so lucky to have you. Finally you are alone and I am at your side. I slide the blindfold off and kiss you softly. I ask if you want to shower or just lay here and recover, and you say "Now I want my true lover to fuck me. Those guys just can't quite get me over the top." You feel my hardness easily slide into you, and feel all the cum that covers you stick us together as we furiously grind away at each other until we both reach that pinnacle together. As you unwind slowly from the heights of passion, and start to drift off to sleep you hear "I love you with all my heart!" The Company Christmas Party I was sitting at a large, round table, that accommodated twenty people, in the front of a huge ballroom, during a company Christmas party. It was early. There were to be 1500 people at this party and many of them were still filing in. People were all over the ballroom in small and large groups conversing, socializing, and some were seeking out seats at tables for the dinner that would soon be served. I was the Vice President in charge of Sales, for a nationwide computer software company that specialized in medial records systems. We serviced hospitals, clinics, and individual doctor's offices across the country. This party was in Miami, FL., for our south eastern regional office and I was the guest of honor, having come from the home office in Nashville, TN. I knew many of the people in the room by name, more by sight, and a few of them knew me, but none of them knew me closely, as I didn't work out of this office. I was here to pat backs, shake hands, and make a short speech after dinner. I had been working the room for more than an hour, but was now relaxing with a Jack and Coke, at a table, waiting for dinner to begin. There were already several other people and a few couples sitting at the same table with me. Then an absolutely stunningly beautiful, and very sexy blond woman, walked up to some empty chairs across the table from me, holding the arm of a man, and she asked if anyone had claimed these chairs yet. This woman looked to be about 40, maybe a little younger, or a few years older. She was well tanned, (at this time of the year it had to be from a tanning bed). Her shoulder length, blond hair, fell to her bare shoulders and framed her pretty face that had a very skillfully done makeup job, including bright red lipstick. She was wearing a black satin, or silk dress, with thin straps over each shoulder. The dress was very low cut, showing all of her ample cleavage, and this dress absolutely clung to every curve of this woman's body! She wasn't a skinny woman, but she wasn't fat either. Voluptuous would be the correct term to describe her, curvy in all the right places, but very well proportioned. This dress clung to her body so well, that it was almost like it was her second skin. I could plainly see the soft bumps of her nipples on the front of each of her breasts. The dress hugged her body so well, that as it went over her belly, you could even see the slight indentation of her bellybutton on her flat, but not muscular tummy. It clung to her curvy hips, and then flared a bit below her ass, until it ended at the hem about mid-thigh, short, but not mini skirt short. She wasn't wearing any stockings, her legs being beautifully tanned and smooth. She had on a pair of shiny red, high heels, with straps around the ankles, and she had a gold anklet around her left ankle, just above a delicate flower tattoo on the outside of her ankle. This woman was stunning! As she and her date stepped up to the table, I politely jumped to my feet but then probably not so politely, scanned her body up and down as I barely heard her ask the question about the seats. In fact, she had to repeat it, before I answered it. "No. No. No one is sitting there," then motioning with my hand for them to take the seats, I said, "Please, sit down." As they sat down, and the fellow held her chair for her, I noticed that the name tag that we all wore around our necks on lanyards, that she was wearing, said her name was Cynthia, and that she worked in Accounting in Atlanta. I made a mental note to get through the accounting office the next time I was in Atlanta, I wanted to see what this Goddess looked like in everyday business attire. Dinner was soon served and everyone around the table held polite conversation. Much of the time, the people at the table were asking me specific questions and listening intently to my answers. I was, as much as I could, without being too obvious, constantly looking at the gorgeous blond seated across from me. I noticed that during dinner, several times, the fellow she was with, his name tag said his name was Steve, and he worked in Accounting in Tampa, (I thought that these two must not be married if they work and live that far apart), had his hand under the table and I imagined that he was probably rubbing that gorgeous blond's leg, or my dirty imagination thought, maybe even higher. After dinner, I was introduced and called to the stage and podium to speak. It was a short speech where I highlighted company achievements the past year, recognized some of the individual achievers, here, in the south east region, and I handed out a couple of plaques and awards. After my speech was completed it was about 8:30 pm and the party was on! A band struck up some music, the dance floor filled with people, the waiters and waitresses worked to clear the dinner dishes, and the bar was selling fast. I found an empty seat near the end of the bar, no one was interested in sitting at the bar, they just rushed up, got their drinks then disappeared into the crowd. Several people and groups of people would come by and engage me in conversation every once in awhile and I was constantly scanning the crowd, wondering where that Goddess, named, Cynthia had gone. At one point, I was sitting kind of sideways at the bar, leaning on the bar with my left arm and trying to get a bartender's attention to come down that way, so I could get another Jack and Coke. I suddenly heard a female voice ask, "Is this seat taken?" I snapped my head around and saw that it was Cynthia. I quickly hopped out of my seat and grabbing her hand, I politely, and gentlemanly, offered her the empty seat next to mine. As she got up into the bar stool seat, she laughed and said, "It seems to me like that's all I've been able to say to you all night." Once she was seated, I got back into my seat and motioned for the bartender again. This time he saw me and headed down our way. I looked at Cynthia and told her, "Well here's your chance to say something different to me. What are you drinking?" "I'll have a margarita over crushed ice, salted glass, and a shot of tequila," she said with a smile. When the bartender got to me, I ordered my Jack and Coke and gave him Cynthia's order. Then I turned my attention back to her. I asked her, "Where did your husband, or date go?" "Oh he's not my husband, or my date. He just wanted to be," she said with a laugh. Then she continued, and as she asked it, she tapped her finger tip on my wedding ring, that I had on my left hand wrapped around my nearly empty drink on the bar, "Where is your wife?" "She's not here. I'm all alone tonight," I responded. With a beautiful, and I thought a sexy smile, Cynthia replied, "Well, there! We just met, and already we have something in common, because I'm here alone too. My husband stayed home for this one." Then the bartender brought our drinks. I had an open tab running, so, I just tipped him and slid Cynthia's drinks over to her. As she took a sip of the margarita, she said, "We haven't been properly introduced. My name is Cynthia, but my friends call me Cindy." "OK, my name is Joe, and how do I get to be your friend, so I can call you Cindy?" She sucked on the little swizzle stick in her margarita, then took her finger and wiped a little of the salt off the rim of the glass and licked it off her finger. I don't know if she was purposefully trying to be seductive, or if it was just an innocent move, but the whole action was so sexy to me, that it had me thinking about her mouth and tongue on my cock! "Well," she said, "you have to do three things, and you've already done the first one. You have to buy me a drink, then tell me how beautiful I am, then tell me about your net worth and salary," and holding up her name tag which I'm glad she did because it uncovered her cleavage giving me the best look at that so far tonight, "and don't forget, I'm in accounting, I've probably already seen your numbers anyway," then she laughed. I laughed with her and said, "OK, the drink is bought, you are not just beautiful, you are stunningly gorgeous, and as for that last one, are you a gold digger?" She laughed and said, "No, I was only kidding about that one, but thank you for the compliment, that's a very nice thing for you to say." Then Cindy and I sat there for the next hour making small talk, as I was constantly looking her up and down from head to foot and taking in all of her sexuality. At one point, I tried to gentlemanly compliment her on her dress, which up close, was even sexier than it was from across that big table we had dinner at. I said, "That is a very sexy, satin dress." "It's not satin," she responded, "it's real silk and very expensive. My husband bought it for me as a gift and tonight is the first time that I have worn it. It feels absolutely wicked on me! It slips and slides on my skin so, that it is a very erotic and sexy feeling." Then she grabbed my hand and placed it on her lap, so that I could feel the soft, slickness of her dress. She kind of pressed down on my hand and rubbed it all over her lap, on top of both of her thighs and up higher, so that she swooshed my hand right across her lower belly and vulva. As she swiped my hand across her lap, at the top of her thighs, on her lower belly, I could plainly feel the soft mound of her pussy and I didn't think I felt any hair, it felt pretty smooth, through that thin, silk dress, to me. When we were done taking that "tour" of her dress, I said, "Well, that dress has a very soft, smooth feel to it. Speaking from a man's point of view, I can tell you, that your husband is going to be very disappointed that he wasn't here tonight to see you in it, but I am very pleased that I was. It is a very sexy dress!" "Well thank you, again," the band started another song, a slow song, that she must have particularly liked, because Cindy grabbed my hand and said, "Let's go dance." On the dance floor, I took her right hand in my left and held it up close to our shoulders, as she slipped her left arm up over my shoulder, and I slid my right arm around her back to start dancing. As we danced, I couldn't resist the urge to run my hand up and down this woman's back. That silk dress felt so smooth and hugged her body so nicely, it almost felt as if I was touching her naked body, coated in oil. I slid my hand down to the small of her back. Several times tonight, I had seen Cindy walking around the room, and as I admired her body hugging dress, it was obvious to me that she wasn't wearing a bra. I saw no indication that she was wearing any panties either. The way that dress form fitted to her every curve and it was so smooth over her ass, if she had any panties on, I would certainly have been able to see that. With my hand in the small of her back, if Cindy had been wearing a thong, or G-string that you couldn't have seen through her smooth dress, I should be able to feel it now, here, in the small of her back. It wasn't there. The realization came to me that this woman was wearing absolutely nothing, but this slinky dress, and two shoes! I felt my cock start to harden in my dress slacks. As we danced, Cindy seemed to snuggle a little closer into me and so I pulled her tighter. She whispered into my ear, "Mmmmmm, you smell so good. I love that cologne you're wearing." "You smell pretty good yourself," I whispered back. We swayed to the music and I slid my hand lower, below the small of her back, onto the upper portion of her ass cheek. She didn't protest, so I slid it down, all the way over her sexy derriere, then back up to the small of her back. Then I pulled my face back from the side of her head and planted a kiss right on her lips. She responded by opening her mouth and allowing me to explore the inside of her mouth with my tongue. As we made out and the song was about to end, I slid my hand over her ass again and then stepped back from her just as the song ended. I smiled at her and said, "You don't know what you're doing to me." As we started walking off the dance floor, holding hands, Cindy said, "Oh yes I do! But, I need a cold drink, it's gotten hotter in here, or maybe I need a cigarette! And I don't even smoke," we both laughed! Back at the bar, some guys I knew, came and got me, and said that they had someone they wanted me to meet. I didn't want to leave Cindy at the bar, but this was what I was here to do, mingle and make people feel that headquarters "cares". So, reluctantly, I went. While I was standing, in the ballroom, talking to a small group of people, I saw Cindy go out the ballroom doors into the hallway, outside. My heart sank! I thought that maybe she was leaving and that I wouldn't see her the rest of the night. I was really pissed, inside, that these guys had pulled me away from her at the bar, but I tried to keep a professional face and continue the conversation. When I broke away from that group, I started towards the doors, hoping to find Cindy maybe just hanging out in the hallway for some fresh air, or talking to friends. I was intercepted a couple of times by other people and small groups and had to stop momentarily to make polite small talk. While talking to the last group of folks, before I hoped to make it to the doorway, I saw Cindy walk back into the ballroom. She moved quickly in the doors and started through the ballroom towards the bar, where she and I had been sitting earlier. I saw her get intercepted by a group of men, who sort of surrounded her and started loudly cutting up and laughing with her and she was laughing too, so although I knew why they had her surrounded, I surmised that they were at least being polite enough to not offend her. Someone shoved a margarita into her hand, so I figured that someone in the group either knew her, or at least had been drinking with her earlier in the evening. As Cindy was trying to extricate herself from this group of horny men, and I was trying to politely break off from the group I was speaking with, Cindy and I made eye contact. She smiled at me. I broke away from my group and started to head towards Cindy to see if I could rescue her. Before I could reach her group, several yards away, across this huge ballroom, she had gotten free and started walking towards me. Just before we met, she sat her drink down on a table, then she grabbed me by the hand and started towards the doors, saying, "Come with me." I followed her out the big doors of the ballroom, into the cavernous hallway, outside. Cindy dragged me down the hallway several yards then stopped at a large doorway that looked like a hotel maintenance doorway, and in fact, had a plaque on the door saying, "Hotel Employees Only". Stopping for a moment to look both ways, Cindy then opened the door and pulled me inside, shutting the door behind us. "What are you doing," I said? "Ssshhhh," she said, as she led me into the back of the room, then around a corner. We were obviously in a hotel linen storage room as there were shelves full of clean and folded table clothes, linen napkins, etc. Cindy took me into the back of the room, behind the larger shelves in the front. There was a table against the back wall where they obviously spot cleaned linens and folded them for use again. The table had piles of freshly folded linens and rumpled ones, obviously awaiting inspection, maybe spot cleaning, and folding. As soon as we got into the back of the room, Cindy turned to me, enveloped me in an embrace, and planted a passionate kiss on my mouth. We were swapping tongues in a passionate French kiss and she was trying to suck on mine like she might my cock, which I hoped was soon to come! I wrapped my arms around her and slid both my hands down, onto her smooth, silky feeling ass. As soon as we broke off that kiss, I asked her, "How did you find this place?" She said, "I found it on my way back from the bathroom and I brought you in here, because I didn't want to miss the chance to have you, before this night was over!" Then she planted her mouth on mine again, and we kissed with a renewed energy and passion, since we both knew what was about to happen. I had both my hands firmly planted on Cindy's delicious ass and was kneading her butt cheeks and alternately rubbing them. As we continued making out, I slid my right hand around her hip, in between us, and onto her silk covered vulva mound. As soon as my hand landed on that spot, Cindy moaned, and swooned in my arms, her knees seemed to buckle a little, and she obviously enjoyed the feeling of my hand on the outside of her pussy. I loved the feel of how her silk dress felt between my hand and her actual bare body. It was such an erotic, smooth, slick feeling, that my cock jumped to complete hardness inside my pants. I slid my hand down further, in between her legs, pressing her dress up against her pussy. It felt so good to have my hand flat against her pussy with that smooth silky dress between my hand and her skin. Cindy was moaning into my mouth and occasionally turning her head to the side, breaking off a kiss, so that she could gasp for air as my caresses hit a particular spot and she received a sudden jolt of sexual ecstasy, almost like getting an electric shock, only much more pleasurable. My hand ventured back up her body and I massaged her breasts through the silky dress. I could see and feel her nipples standing hard, and erect. They were telling that she was hot, horny, and wanting what we were doing as much as I did. I slipped the strap off her right shoulder and pulled the top of her dress down, revealing Cindy's fantastic, firm, but not phony breast, with the hard, large nipple standing erect in the middle of her areola. If this woman had ever had any breast work, it wasn't implants, but it might have been a natural lift. She was 40ish, but these were the tits of a 20 year old, the way they stood up with only a slight, natural sag without any support. They were absolutely perfect! I bent down and sucked the nipple of her right tit into my mouth. My right hand was already back down between her legs, rubbing her vulva, through her dress, as I sucked the nipple into my mouth. This was more than she could stand and Cindy started to scream but suppressed her urge to do so, then she transitioned into a long, low moan, as she burst into an orgasm. As her climax passed and she began to come down off the high of her orgasm, Cindy grabbed my head and pulling my face toward hers, she planted a wet passionate kiss, hard on my mouth. She drove her tongue into my mouth and kissed me with the total abandon of a woman lost in complete sexual pleasure. Her body was on fire, and I was the extinguisher that she needed to put it out! When we broke off that kiss, Cindy told me, "I want you in my mouth." Then she reached down and unzipped my pants. I wasn't wearing any undershorts and my hard cock just freely sprang out into her hand. There was a chair, at the end of the table behind us. Cindy reached over, grabbed it, pulled it over behind her, and sat down. Then she grabbed my hard cock in both hands and slipped her mouth over the head of my dick, sliding her mouth all the way down my shaft until her nose was buried in the pubic hairs around the top of my cock. She began to push and pull her head back and forth, sucking on my cock like she was trying to suck a thick milkshake up through a straw. This woman was a talented cock sucker and it didn't take her but just five, or ten minutes before she had me on the verge of cumming. I wanted to make this last a little longer, so I grabbed her by the back of her head, entwining her hair in my fingers, then I started to forcefully, but gently, fuck her mouth by pushing my hips forward and backward as I held her head still. That gave me a little more control and allowed me to fuck her mouth for several more minutes before I had to stop, to keep from losing my load in her throat. The Company Christmas Party I pulled my cock out of Cindy's mouth and pulled her to her feet in front of me. I embraced her, and locked my mouth on hers in another passionate kiss. This time as I shoved my tongue into her mouth, where just a moment before she had my cock, I could smell the pungent odor of my own cock on her mouth and lips. After a few minutes of that, I laid her down on the table behind her, pushing a pile of linens under her head for her comfort. I pulled the chair around to the end of the table, sat down, and lowered my face between Cindy's open thighs. I loved the sight of her smoothly shaved, completely bald and tanned pussy. She wrapped her legs around my neck and rested her feet on the back of the chair. As my lips, met her already sopping wet pussy lips, she began to purr and moan with pleasure. I shoved the tip of my tongue between her swollen and soaked labia and got my first taste of her sweet juices. I ran my tongue up between her pussy lips and pressed it flat against her clit as I dragged my tongue all the way up and across that sensitive little nub. Cindy squealed with delight and begged me to, "Eat me, baby! Oh God! That feels so fucking gooooood! Oh! Yeah. Lick my pussy." The "professional" accountant from Atlanta, had turned into a wanton slut, and I loved it! About then, we heard the door to the linen room open on the hallway. Cindy bolted upright on the table, and I sat upright in the chair. We heard two maids, speaking Spanish, enter the room. I know enough Spanish to have understood the one maid say to the other, that they had to get two new table clothes because some drunk asshole had spilled the punch bowl on the table in the ballroom. Cindy was sitting upright on the table with the tail of her dress up around her waist, she was pulling her straps back on her shoulder and covering her tits back up. I was sitting in the chair, with my pants open and my hard cock sticking out, and I'm staring into Cindy's soaking wet pussy between her legs. I looked up at her, pressed my finger to my lips and went "Ssshhhh." We froze in place. The maids retrieved a couple of table clothes off the big racks in the front of the room, then went back out. A soon as they were out the door, Cindy and I, both broke up laughing. She looked down at me and said, "This wouldn't have been a good scene for them to have walked in on." "Maybe not," I said, "but I'm not done yet and I'm not stopping now!" With a devilish grin, Cindy looked down at me and said, "GOOD! Make me cum, baby!" Then she laid back down on the table. I began licking, nibbling, and eating her pussy again, and the slight interruption we had, had served to lower her sexual level, so that it took a few minutes to bring her back up to that same heightened sexual state that she was in, before the maids had walked in on us. But I soon had Cindy on the verge of another orgasm. When I reached up and massaged her tits, pinching her nipples slightly between my thumb and fingers, that tripped her trigger and she went over the edge. Reaching behind her and grabbing a handful of linen napkins, Cindy smothered herself with them as she screamed a muffled scream and her orgasm began to sweep through her body. Her belly tightened and spasms rippled through her abdomen. She grabbed me by the back of my head and shoved my face as hard into her crotch as she could. I felt, tasted, and smelled the sudden flood of fresh cunt juices gushing out of her love canal, onto my face, and into my mouth. I loved the sweet taste of Cindy's nectar and enjoyed having it smeared all over my face. When her climax was done and she slowly came down off that orgasm, I stood up and slid the chair out of my way. I let my pants drop to the floor around my feet, my hard cock again standing out in front of me. Cindy rose up to a sitting position on the table and pulled me to her for a few moments of passionate kissing. She didn't seem to mind that my face was smeared with her fresh, wet juices. When we broke off the kiss, I said, "Now, I'm going to fuck you." Cindy had a wanton look on her face as she smiled and said, "Please do!" I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a condom. As I started to rip it open, Cindy put her hand on mine, looked into my face and said, "Please don't. I prefer it bareback. I want to feel it deep inside me when you cum." Who was I to argue with a ladies wishes? So, I dropped the condom. She leaned back on her hands and I stepped forward, taking my hard cock in my hand, I slipped it between her well lubricated pussy lips, then easily sank it all the way up her cunt. She gave a long guttural moan of pleasure as I slid into her and then bottomed out with my pelvis pressed hard against hers. Then as I started slowly pulling myself in and out of her, Cindy laid back and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her cunt was so slick and hot, and I told her how good it felt. She looked up into my face and said, "It's no wonder it's so slick and hot, I've been leaking juices all night long, ever since I first laid eyes on you and decided I wanted to fuck you!" That turned me on even more than I already was and I started to fuck her faster, and harder. She grunted with each in stroke and I heard my ball sack slapping her ass each time I bottomed out. I reached up and pulled both of her dress straps off her shoulders and her dress top down, so that I could see her beautiful tits rocking back and forth with the rhythm of my fucking motions. At one point, I leaned over her, grabbed one tit in each hand, and then took short in and out strokes with my cock as I pinched her nipples and fucked her at the same time. That was all it took for Cindy to burst into maybe her biggest orgasm of the night! Again, she muffled herself with the napkins and screamed as her orgasm began. I felt her cunt muscles grip my cock and grab and release and grab it again as her spasms waved through her body and her climax swept through her cunt. She literally gushed forth with a flood of new, hot fluids, that surrounded my cock and fought to get passed it, seeping out into her crack, and flood both of our genitals and crotches with her orgasmic fluids. That was all I could take! We had been having sex for nearly half an hour, and I was on the verge of cumming the entire time. Now with all this happening inside her, I let myself go. I shoved my cock as deep into Cindy's cunt as I could get it, and held myself there, as I grunted out my load deep inside her belly. When she was done with her orgasm and I was through pumping my load inside her, Cindy sat up on the table. With me still standing between her legs, my softening cock still inside her completely saturated cunt, we began to kiss with more feeling now and less hurried passion. After making out for several minutes, I stepped back and slipped my soft dick out of Cindy's well used, cum soaked pussy. I saw globs of our mixture seep out of her and run into her ass crack and onto the table under her ass. She grabbed some of the linen napkins and wiped her pussy and crotch, then slid off the table to stand, and reach in between her legs and wipe herself some more. I grabbed a couple of the napkins and wiped my cock off that was glistening with the combination of Cindy's, and my cum all over it. Then I pulled my pants up and straightened my clothes back out. Once Cindy had wiped herself as much as she could, she pulled her dress straps back over her shoulders, straightened the top of her dress, then pulled it down over her ass and hips again, smoothing it out as much as possible. She took a compact out of her little clutch purse, along with a small comb and a lipstick. She fluffed her hair, and reapplied some of that gorgeous bright red lipstick to those lips, which had, just a short time ago, been wrapped around my cock. Once we were both presentable again, we shared another passionate kiss. When we broke that off, she said, "I think we had better both go wash our faces," and then she giggled at the thought that we both smelled like sex! We went to the door of the linen room, opened it slowly and peeked outside to see if anyone was in the hallway, then we both quickly stepped out and went to the bathrooms. When I reentered the ballroom, it was still filled with people, it didn't look like anyone had gone home, and the party was in full swing. I got myself a fresh Jack and Coke from the bar, then started working the room, talking to those whom I knew and getting introduced to and greeting those, who I didn't. I saw Cindy come back into the ballroom and she didn't get far, before she was surrounded by a small group of men again, all vying for her attention. For the next couple of hours, I worked the room, shook a lot of hands, had several more drinks and all the while, kept trying to see where Cindy was and who she was with. There were several times when I lost eyesight of her for long periods of time and wondered if maybe she might be in that linen room with another man. Then I would catch sight of her in the crowd, or dancing with some man on the dance floor. Some time around midnight, I was engaged in a one on one conversation with another salesman, when suddenly, Cindy grabbed me by the elbow and said, "Come dance with me." I excused myself from the conversation and the fellow I was talking to said, "Go ahead. I wouldn't turn that down, either!" Once we were on the dance floor, I swept Cindy into my arms, in the same manner that we were dancing earlier in the evening. My right hand was pressed into the small of her back, a little lower this time, onto the top of her sexy rear end. As we swayed slowly to the slow, sexy song that was being played, Cindy pressed herself into me, and I wasn't bashful about slipping my hand down over her shapely ass. I gave a quick thought as to what others might think, seeing me, a VP in the company, and a man, who everyone knew to be married, dancing so seductively with one of the hot, female employees, and even caressing her ass. But as I had surveyed the crowd through out the night, I had seen plenty of that going on with many others, who weren't with their spouses, and I figured that these company parties have an unwritten rule that many, (but I had never), taken advantage of over the years. The rule: "What happens at the company party, stays at the company party!" So, I doubted that anyone was paying attention to me, unless it was another male employee, wishing he could hook up with the blond Goddess in my arms. As the song was coming to an end, Cindy turned her face up towards mine and gave me a passionate kiss on the mouth. Then as the song closed, she whispered into my ear, "If you would like more of what you had in the linen room, I'm in room 718." Then she let go of my hand and slipped off into the crowd. Another hour of handshaking and socializing, a couple more drinks, and I was ready to call it a night. It was well past midnight now, I had a pretty good alcohol buzz, and I kept hearing Cindy's voice in my head saying, "Room 718." I kept imagining what awaited me in Room 718, my cock grew to semi hardness and twitched from time to time, when a certain thought of our earlier sexual encounter passed through my mind. The crowd had thinned considerably in the last hour and only the most hardcore party animals were still at it, so I decided to call it a night, and see what awaited me in Room 718. As I left the ballroom, I saw Cindy sitting at the bar, talking to that Steve fellow, who had been with her at dinner, and whom she hadn't seemed to be too thrilled with. I caught her eye, smiled and waved, as I exited the ballroom. She smiled and waved back. I rode the elevator to the 7th floor and walked down the hallway to my room. As I stood in front of my room fishing my door key card out of my pocket, my cell phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and it was a text message from my wife, saying, "Wait for me." Just then the elevator "dinged", signaling it's arrival on my floor. The doors opened and I looked down the hall to see my beautiful wife step out of the elevator and start walking seductively down the hallway towards me. Her black silk dress, hugging every curve of her body! As she got to me, standing in front of my open door, Room 718, she embraced me and gave me a sexy and seductive tongue swapping kiss. I could smell and taste the tequila on her breath and mouth. When we broke off the kiss, I asked my wife, Cindy, "Did you have a good time tonight?" She laughed and said, "Oh, YEAH! I got drunk on drinks I didn't have to buy. I've been propositioned and manhandled so many times tonight, that my sexual motor has been on overdrive all night long. And, I even met a tall handsome fellow in a gray suit, who fucked me in a linen closet of the hotel." Then as I ushered her into our room, she said, "And I wanted to ask you, why you had a condom in your jacket pocket?" Laughing, I said, "I would like to ask you, what that Steve guy was doing under the table during dinner, and how many times were you in that linen closet tonight?" Then I closed the door behind us.