Christmas Party
Looking around the hotel's large hall, you have to admit to yourself that your company does at least know how to throw a party.
There must be more than a thousand people here; most of them either queuing at the bar for drinks, or else swaying on the dance floor occupying the centre of the room. Even though it's early in the evening, you can already see a few people who've had more than their fair share of the open bar - or maybe they started before they even got here!
The rest of the room is decorated with red, gold and green streamers, glowing light strips and smaller Christmas trees, whilst an enormous tree stands in one corner of the room, presents scattered haphazardly beneath it. Christmas music pumps out through hidden speakers, and everything smells of pine needles and cinnamon.
You had thought about skipping this event; the week leading up to Christmas was always mental, and you were ready for a rest. Your friend had begged you though, and you didn't want to let her down. Worst case scenario, at least you'd get some free booze and a chance to get your dance on. Anyway, you'd already chosen your outfit, and you hoped to turn some heads and maybe break your dry spell.
The appreciative glances you were getting seemed to suggest that the outfit was working well, anyway. Red and sparkly, trimmed with white fur (fake, of course), and low cut enough at the front to show off a good few inches of cleavage. A single strand of white pearls at your throat, and red heels beneath black stockings. If this didn't get you some attention, nothing would!
So many people. You'd be lucky to find your friend in this, much less get to the bar any time soon. Luckily, waiters were circling the room with flutes of champagne; you plucked one off a passing tray and took a swallow. That's better.
It being a formal occasion, everyone had dressed up to the nines. Most of the men were in dinner jackets or tuxedos, most of the women in dresses of a similar style to your own, either more or less daring; Philippa from Accounts swayed past, her breasts practically falling out of her tight top, clasping the hand of a much younger man who (you were fairly sure) wasn't her husband. You grinned to yourself, admiring the glorious chaos.
"Enjoying the party?" came a voice from behind you. You turn around to see who was talking to you; Kevin, from IT, although looking very much smarter in a tux than he did in his usual office wear of band name t-shirt and jeans. He grinned at you, taking a sip from his own glass of champagne.
"It's pretty wild," you say, smiling. "And the night's still young!"
Kevin smiles back. "How many people do you think are going to wake up in the morning with some random person and no memory of how they got there?"
"A fair few, I imagine. Lucky them!"
Kevin blinks. "Lucky?"
You look more closely at him. Scrubs up well, you think. "Yes, lucky. At least they're getting some." You can't quite keep the jealous tone out of your voice, and he notices. He takes a step closer, and you can smell his aftershave.
"If that's what you wanted, why didn't you just say? A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn't be going home alone tonight." He reaches up to brush a strand of your hair out of your eyes. You feel the heat of his gaze as his eyes lock on yours, seeming to peer into your soul.
"Who said anything about going home?" you grin, cheekily. You take hold of his hand. "Come with me. Now."
You lead Kevin out of the main hall. Glancing around quickly, you spot a few couples making out in the corridor - they don't notice you, and you soon find a fire exit. You push the bar down, half expecting to hear alarms blaring out, but it must not be active. You pull Kevin outside. Being December, it's cold, but you know a way to get warmed up in a hurry.
You quickly drop to your knees in front of Kevin, your hands going to his belt, releasing his cock from his trousers. You barely pause for a moment to admire it before taking him in your mouth, eliciting a soft groan. You pull back a moment and look up at him. "Sssshh..." you say, before swallowing his cock again.
Your hand pumps his shaft as you suck him hard and fast. Somehow, he manages to keep his groaning to a minimum as you pleasure him, your tongue flicking around his mushroom head, your red lipstick smearing down his shaft. His hands are in your hair, guiding you to take him deeper and deeper, but mostly he's letting you set your own pace. Even so, under the onslaught of your talented mouth, he was never going to last all that long. He moans... "Gonna cum if you keep that up much longer..."
You don't respond, just taking him deeper. You feel his balls tighten, and you know what's coming next... his cum floods your mouth, jet after jet. You swallow it all down eagerly, then withdraw and lick his shaft clean, looking up at him. "Fuck me..." is all that Kevin can say.
"Oh, I will..." you smile, getting to your feet, steadying yourself on his chest. You kiss him for the first time then, making him taste himself on your lips. "Come with me..."
You lead him upstairs to your assigned room.
In the lift on the way upstairs, you deliberately stand in front of Kevin. His hands slip around your waist, his strong fingers tracing circles over your tummy as he leans in to place gentle kisses on your neck and shoulders. You shiver, enjoying the sensation, the anticipation of what the rest of the night holds.
Luckily, nobody else joins you in the lift, and it soon arrives at your floor with a jolt and a ping. The doors slide open and you lead Kevin out into the corridor, walking slightly ahead of him, swaying your hips so that he gets an excellent view of your firm backside. When you reach the door of your room, you take the key card out of your purse and swipe it through the lock before entering.
Before the door has even closed behind you, Kevin is pushing you up against the wall, his lips meeting yours, an open-mouthed kiss full of unrestrained passion, your tongues wrestling. He pushes your dress up to your waist, revealing the lacy tops of your hold-up stockings and the lacy black thong. His hand snakes between your thighs, pushing them apart, and a sudden rush of heat flashes through you as he pulls your thong apart and plunges two fingers deep into your throbbing cunt.
You throw your head back and moan as he expertly fingers you... this guy definitely knows how to handle a woman... and he rains kisses on your neck as he presses you back against the wall. Suddenly he drops to his knees and then his mouth is on your clit, licking, sucking, nibbling, his fingers pushing deeper into you.
You can't hold back any longer... your moans of pleasure become louder as your first orgasm of the night rushes through you, your juices flooding out to cover Kevin's face. He doesn't pause, but he does slow down... and then he's rising, kissing you... letting you taste yourself, much as he tasted himself earlier on.
"Fuck... you're delicious..." he tells you.
You smile at him. "Not so bad yourself, lover. Where the fuck does an IT guy learn to eat pussy like that?"
He just grins. "Everyone's entitled to a few secrets." His voice turns sterner. "Now, you either take that dress off, or I'll do it for you."
You grin back. "Like that, is it?" He nods. You reach under your hair, undoing the row of buttons trailing down from the nape of your neck, then pushing your dress off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet. You stand before him, naked except for your thong, hold-ups and heels.
"You're absolutely fucking gorgeous," Kevin remarks.
"So how do you want me, sir?" you emphasise the last word.
"On the bed. On your knees." You smile, and slowly climb onto the bed, making sure that Kevin can see the delicious curves of your body, your breasts hanging loose beneath you.
