"If we were alone in private, what would you do? Would you kiss it?" She asked.
"What?" I replied, stunned, embarrassed to have been caught gawking at her perfectly formed ass.
"I love how red you get, how embarrassed you are, it's so cute!" She was the newest junior partner and she was celebrating hard at our Christmas party. "Thanks for voting for me." She said, in her characteristic scattered conversational way.
"What makes you think that I did?" I teased, happy to be on more comfortable footing.
"Oh, I think you like me more than the others do; you're the only one I was sure of other than old man Smythe." She said with a happy grin. "Besides which, you can't resist my ass!"
"You deserved every vote you got, you're a good choice for the company," I said, trying to keep the conversation away from her ass, I could lose my job over something like that.
"Well, phooey! you're too sober and too kind! I was hoping my ass got at least half a vote!" She plucked the empty glass out of my hand and sauntered over to the bar with a significant wiggle.
"Yes," I thought, "yes, I'd kiss her heavenly ass, over and over, for as long as she would let me!" When I looked up her eyes met mine in the mirror behind the bar. Her expression was unreadable. What was she thinking!
One of the senior partners came over and I broke the gaze. Five minutes later, we were discussing golf when she came back over with my glass, hers was already half empty.
"Oh, golf! My daddy plays a lot of golf now he's retired!" She slurred.
Johnson, the senior partner mumbled something and headed over to join another group.
"Fuck you too!" Sheila muttered discreetly. "I bet he didn't vote for me!"
"Probably not an arse-man!" I quipped, trying to keep the tone light.
I was rewarded with one of her rare grins. "You, on the other hand..." She paused, looking at me over her glass. "Why? Why me, when you are in a room full of eye candy! Look at Darla, she's a sexy little thing, she'll go to bed with you!"
This was embarrassing. "That's an unfair example; Darla would bed anyone with a pulse and a wallet!"
Another grin, wow, I was on a roll!
"Ok, Janet, with her curly locks and all that cleavage, she's definitely up for it! "
"But she has no brain!" I respond a little cruelly.
"You don't need a brain to fuck!" She said, obviously enjoying the verbal sparring.
"Don't you?" I asked simply, pointedly.
That stopped her.
"You," She slurred, "are more interesting than you look! And this conversation is going to get me into trouble. So I am going to take my drunken self off to get a sobering breath of fresh air and a coffee. You are not invited!"
Another partner and his wife stopped as they walked past, the wife congratulating her then moving on to talk to me. I watched Sheila's magnificent rear view behind them as we talked about mutual friends. She went to the coffee bar then over to the balcony door, she didn't look back, she didn't need to, she knew my eyes were trained on her pert round curves.
About an hour later when we were all listening to the last of three monotonously predictable speeches, she came up behind me. I didn't know she was there until I heard her say: "You want to do it, don't you!"
I was quiet a breath too long, trying to come up with something clever to say, blushing furiously.
"I like making you blush!" She murmured into my ear as we stood at the back of the crowd. "Don't over-think this, I might enjoy it too!" I turned to look at her, trying to make out if she was just teasing me but she wouldn't meet my eye, her gaze was set on the speaker but she had a smile on her face and a glint in her eye.
I listened to the rest of his talk in slightly stunned awe. As we all clapped, she said clearly into my ear: "Room 215, if you really do want to!" When the clapping died down she had moved on and was speaking with others.
When the party finally broke up she was nowhere to be seen. I was a little drunk and very nervous as my legs led me to her room. I knocked, tentatively half expecting this to be a nasty practical joke. But when the door opened and she welcomed me in with an amused: "Well you took your dear sweet time!" My brain had more to cope with than worries about ridicule. She had used her time to change and put on makeup. The woman in front of me now looked like the hot dream version of the colleague at work. Her makeup was bold and striking, the corset top she wore made her breasts easily as appealing as the push up bras worn by the office girls we worked with and all this with the tight skirt that showed off my most favorite of her wonderful assets and a wicked gleam in her eye that was incredibly salacious. She was quite obviously just as excited as I was and possibly just as nervous, although she always hid her nerves well. As the door closed behind me our foreheads touched for a moment. She breathed a deep breath, then said in a surprisingly sober and commanding tone: "Take off your shoes and socks and pants and jacket. Leave on your shirt and tie, your tie will make a useful leash! Give me the belt from your pants too, I have something in mind for that!"
Nervously I began to do as she said. She grinned at my obedience and stroked her fingers through my hair as I was taking off my shoes. "Such a good boy! Do exactly as you are told and I will reward you fully!" I looked up at her, about to ask her something and she slapped my face! "Do not speak unless you are spoken to! If I want you to do something, you do it, if you don't, you will be punished. The only acceptable answer to every question is: "Yes, m'lady." Everything else will be punished. Do you understand? "
"Yes, m'lady."
She watched me continue to carry out her instructions. "Now kneel."
When I had complied, she stood in front of me and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. As she bent to retrieve it, her gorgeous bottom was almost touching my face.
"Kiss it, bitch!"
And I did. I was in absolute heaven as my lips made contact with her warm soft skin, over and over in a mesmerized state.
"Lick it, Bitch!" She giggled, and I did that too. I licked all over the silky globes, then, getting bolder, I licked down the groove between her buttocks. That was when things went up a gear, now she wasn't just getting off on the power play, now the physical sensations were taking hold too. A moan escaped her lips as my tongue stroked over the sensitive puckered ring of her asshole. I repeated it slowly again, then again.
