We finished up dinner and headed over to her party, which was at one of the downtown hotels, where her company had reserved a ballroom. When we arrived, Sandy was met by one of her coworkers in a sparkly green cocktail dress that gave a good look at her maybe B cup tits. Her name was Brenda, a skinny blonde in what I guessed was her mid 50's, at a greeter table at the entrance to the ballroom. She was personable, but had already had a couple of drinks, and wasted no time asking who the date was, and where was Jeff?? Sandy was a little put off by the louder than expected reception-not that she'd have been able to keep me a secret for very long-and shushed Brenda quickly.
"Tom, this is Brenda. She works in our accounting department. Brenda, Tom." I shook hands briefly, wondering if Brenda wasn't going to be our undoing. 'In vino, veritas'-in wine, truth-is all too true, and all it takes to create disaster is one slightly tipsy coworker with a big mouth. "Tom is a family friend who stepped in for Jeff at the last moment. He was a little under the weather, and didn't feel up to a party."
"Ohhh..." said Brenda, looking me over. "Well, you two have a good time." I wasn't sure if the slightly raised eyebrow she gave us was just the result of a couple extra glasses of wine, or an 'oh yeah, I know where this is going' kind of look. Brenda picked Sandy's name tag out of a box on the table, and made one up for me, then pulled out a sprig of mistletoe from the box, holding it up over us. Sandy gave me an 'Oh, God,' look and an evil eye to Brenda. I didn't know what to make of it. I had no problem kissing Sandy, and was only too happy to honor the timeless tradition, but I also knew this was Sandy's party, in the midst of her people, and to let her take the lead.
Take the lead she did. Sandy leaned over and kissed me briefly on the lips. We smiled at Brenda, who seemed disappointed she didn't get to witness her coworker in a serious lip lock with someone who was not her spouse. But, we weren't planning to put on a show. The fact that I was there at all was already going to get at least a little attention.
"Oh, come on, guys!!" Brenda pushed at us, holding up the mistletoe closer to our faces. "Really, Sandy, give him a real kiss!!"
Sandy shot Brenda a dagger, then looked at me with a look of resignation, as if to say, 'Oh, well. Guess I'll roll with it.' She smiled, and took my face in her hands, kissing me briefly, but deeply. I felt her tongue wrestling with mine for a moment, and I met her in kind. Her fingers went through my hair, and mine through hers. We pulled away from each other within, maybe, 20 seconds, but the kiss was long enough to shut Brenda up, but hopefully not enough to start the rumor mill going. Sandy just looked at me with a sly smile, as if to say, 'Got you that time, and in front of my nosy coworker, too.'
"Better??" Sandy asked Brenda, who just stood there in a state of shock after witnessing her colleague take her suggestion as a dare. Sandy didn't really expect an answer, and took my hand as we walked into the party.
We made our way through the crowd, Sandy introducing me as we went, not getting too specific as to my role in her life-not that she could say, 'This is Tom, my neighbor and lover.' It didn't matter much anyway, since a lot of them were people she knew by phone, basically, as they worked in other locations, and not in the same office, and to whom she was not especially close. Sandy was right about everyone dressing up. There were quite a few of the female employees in evening gowns and cocktail dresses, some rather revealing. Sandy was not out of place in her leather skirt and heels. Her jacket, a white blazer she had adorned with a red and green Christmas tree pin, somewhat hid the fact that her tits were poking out.
After making the rounds, we danced a bit, mostly slow dances, neither of us all that good at the fast moves of our younger colleagues. Sandy had taken her jacket off, hanging it on the back of a chair. It was nice feeling her body against mine, and I was hard most of the time we were on the floor. I also noted while we were holding each other close, Sandy's tits seemed especially soft. At one point, I got a look into her top when she leaned forward to get some hors d'oeuvres, and saw she was wearing a black demi cup bra that gave her a lift-not that she needed it-and left her nipples exposed. The heat was definitely rising tonight!!
We stayed about a hour and a half, mixing with the other attendees. Sandy, in a very short mini and blouse that was thin enough to prominently show off her poking nipples, was a popular dance partner. I wondered how many offers she was getting for after the party.
In the course of the evening, Brenda made sure she danced with me, and made no bones about the fact that Sandy was planning on making a conquest out of me that night. I didn't let on that we'd already been there for several years, and tonight wasn't a conquest, so much as another date, a very special one, in our affair. She also let on that Sandy had done this before about ten years earlier, bringing an intern to the party. It had created something of a scandal when it came out later that she'd taken the guy to a hotel and spent the night. He had already left the company, since he was going back to college, so they decided they could not really do anything about it, since he was no longer in their employ. But it still was an event that people with long enough memories would talk about. I'm sure when she showed up with me, it restarted the rumor mill. It also gave me some insight into why Jeff would not want to go to this party.
We said out goodbyes around 9:30, then made our way out to the truck. Sandy had been into about three glasses of wine, and tossed me the keys. I got in, she getting in the passenger side and sliding over to me. We were out in the hotel parking lot, away from the building, and hopefully not too visible. Sandy leaned over and kissed me, the kind of kiss I think Brenda was hoping to see at the entrance. We stayed together well over a minute. I reached over to Sandy, first squeezing her right tit through her top. We kissed again, this time I undid the highest button she had closed, opening her blouse so I could see her right tit peeking over the demi cup bra. She giggled as I first played my index finger over the nipple, then played it with my first finger and thumb, making her sigh. She had her hand on my right thigh, which was having the expected result, and I was soon fully hard. It was tempting to take her right there in the parking lot.
Sandy broke our kiss. "Let's go. I got us a room."
"Tell me where, I'll take us there," I said, kissing her again, laying my hand on her left thigh as I started from our parking spot.
"Left out of the lot, then right. I'll tell you when to turn again."
"Do I get to know where we're going??"
Sandy kissed me. "You'll find out," she said. "It's a surprise."
She led me through town, having me turn on the main north-south drag, and into the next town to the south. While we drove, I rubbed up her thigh, finding the edge of her panties, slipping my finger inside the leg band. I played in Sandy's thick bush as we drove, she sliding down the seat as I slowly raised her arousal. I ran a finger over her opening inner labia.
Sandy grabbed my arm. "If you keep doing that, you're going to be in trouble, mister!!" she said as we waited at a light.
I kissed her. "I hope so," I said, kissing her again as the light changed. I rubbed my fingers up and down her slit as we drove, feeling the way she opened to me, then moistened as I played on her clit, occasionally diving deep into her pussy with two fingers. I gave her a good working over at one of the longer lights, making her cum on my hand. She wasn't wasting the drive either, stroking my rigid cock through my suit pants as we drove.
Finally, Sandy told me to turn into a parking lot. I looked at the sign. It was the Chief Motel, a small roadside inn that dated to 1960 or so, and looked the part: lighted sign with an Indian on it, and a Chief's headdress on top, the feathers lighting one at a time til the whole headdress was lit. It would flash a couple of times, go dark, then repeat the sequence. It must have been quite a place back in the day before the interstate bypassed all the now sizeable cities in the area. Now it was just another forgotten relic on the "business loop."
I pulled into the lot, stopping in front of the office. In my head, I could hear Sammy Kershaw singing, "Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous...." I was going to get out and get the room, but Sandy beat me to it, as she was on the office side of the truck. I didn't protest, after all, this was her date. I was sort of surprised she didn't button up to go check in, but then, I figured the place was now the kind of motel people went to, who were cheating on their spouse, and the desk clerks were totally unfazed by a middle aged woman in a too hot outfit checking in for a cheap room. I could see Sandy at the desk, talking to the clerk, and she soon pulled out a couple of $20 bills, which she passed through the opening in the glass, for which she was handed a key, one with the diamond shaped tag so common for these older places.
Sandy got back in the truck. "Room 10," she said, and I found the room and pulled the truck into the spot immediately in front of the door.
Sandy handed me the key, and I let us into the room. It had clearly seen better days, looking like a throwback to the 1960's. A small section of worn linoleum marked where the door opened, the rest of the room carpeted in 1960's motel modern, patterns not found anywhere else. The furniture was 60's modern, a desk and dresser, as was the lamp over the small table next to the bed. The bed had one of those quilted bedspreads that also had a pattern found only in motels. God only knows who had done what on it over the past 50-odd years, probably a lot of what was about to happen tonight. I had a feeling the sink counter was going to have a lot of burn marks from cigarettes left too long on the surface. As it was, the room had a musty smell, that of mildew, stale cigarette smoke and desperation.
I pushed the door shut, and Sandy hung up her jacket on a wire hanger by the sink and turned to me. We went to each other in a rush, stopping just as we reached each other. We looked into each other's eyes for a long moment. I don't know what was going through Sandy's mind as we took in the view of each other, standing in this cheap motel about to engage in what people go to a cheap motel to do; I know I was thinking, here I am with this hot, sexy, slutty, married woman who seems to be enjoying my attention, perhaps because I'm giving her a lot of it. She's dressed to tease and please. And I'm about to bang the hell out of her. We broke our gaze, embracing and kissing hard, with an urgency we'd been holding off all night. As we kissed, I reached up under her skirt and pulled down her panties, getting them down to mid thigh before letting them go, and they dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them, catching the leg band on one of her 5" heels, and kicking them off. I felt up Sandy's pussy, still quite wet from me bringing her off on the way here. I had taken my jacket off and laid it on the chair. Sandy now started on my tie, almost ripping it off me.
