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I couldn't believe that I'd initially been so disappointed that the company decided to have the holiday party in the office on a weeknight. As I looked around to see so many of my female coworkers looking less than professional in tight-fitting and revealing outfits, I was surprised by how many of them were able to pull the look off. It was a real shame the way that professional clothing hid so many smoking hot bodies. It was also unfortunate that I didn't know more of them, especially as the alcohol continued to flow. I figured I'd stay tuned in to see whether any of them turned out to be any more friendly than the others. In the meantime, I bumped into Meghann, who I did actually know and who wasn't looking bad herself.
"Hey, Meghann," I said, "you look nice tonight."
"Great," she replied, "nice wasn't exactly the look I was going for."
"Well," I continued, blatantly looking her over, "these are litigious times and we've all learned to be a bit wary of H.R. Have you forgotten the video already?"
"Just between you and me," she said with a mischievous smile, "what do you really think?"
I had definitely been paying attention to the tight, black sweater dress and how it conformed to her body while wondering what she might be wearing under it, so I didn't really have to think about my answer. I looked casually around first, though, to make sure no one was in earshot.
"I think you look hot," I told her in a low voice, "and I'm very curious about what you are wearing underneath that dress."
Her mischievous smile broadened and she leaned a bit closer to me.
"You've got two hands," she said, "and no one is paying any attention to us. Why don't you figure it out?"
While looking around to confirm that she was right that we were unnoticed, I slipped my hand over to the small of her back and gradually slid it down. When I felt something there above her ass, I moved my hand back and forth and up and down to confirm what it was.
