It's the evening before Christmas Eve (Christmas Eve eve? you wonder to yourself). Usually, an office Christmas party can be pretty boring, but this architectural firm is a little different: really good food, really good (and plentiful) drink, and most of all, your boss Fred gives out actual presents AND bonuses to help everyone truly enjoy. Plus, it's being held in a fancy hotel in the heart of the city, and everyone has been given rooms for the night - if they want them - in case they can't drive home. Dover and Associates knows how to take care of this small group of employees.
You're hoping you'll get your own bonus from your boss, Fred. It's only been a few weeks ago since your first rendesvouz with him in his office, but you can now still practically feel his hands on your hips, his rock hard cock plunging into you, and the thick stream of hot cum that he shot deep into your pussy that ended up running down your leg. But he was out of the office for the two weeks, and after that, you both were buried in projects and couldn't really play as the whole office was trying to get everything done before the week break Dover gave everyone. But he stayed in contact with flirtatious hellos in the office and more intimate sexts at night.
"Missing this?" read one of the texts, showing you that hard cock again, you reciprocating with a pic of your fingers touching and probing a finger into your wet pussy, turned on by just the thought of him.
"Hey, girlfriend!" Jennifer said as she bounced up to you, her long dark hair framing her face and cascading down her back, stopping just before her amazing little ass. "Have you been naughty or nice this year?"
Jennifer had had a bit too drink and squeezed you tight as she planted her holiday wish kiss on your cheek. You were amazed at how different you were - her light brown skin showing her Hispanic heritage and your much lighter creamy complexion - and yet felt close to her. Her tits were small, but firm and her lucsious nipples poked hard against the thin material of her black, silky dress. You almost envied how she could go braless, but you did like your own breasts and really did feel sexy with the red merrywidow underneath the velvety green dress you chose for the party. You love how the undergarments show off your beautiful curves, your massive tits pushed up and on display for all to see in the plunging neckline of your sexy dress... your hourglass figure flaring at the hips... enticing eyes to follow down your legs until your stiletto heels, which made your ass look even more inviting.
You glance over at Fred, sharply dressed in a tuxedo, chatting with Todd on the other side of the room. How you admired Fred's silver locks, but still youthful face, tanned from his frequent fishing trips. He wasn't a big guy - maybe 5'11" and a dad bod at about 190 pounds. But his dark eyes and piercing stare made any other man not trifle with him... and made plenty of the women you knew get more than a little wet with excitement, including you.
"I need to mingle!" Jennifer said, planting another kiss on your cheek and slipping you a sly smile when she noticed how you were looking at Fred. "I'll see you later," she almost cooed.
You watch Jennifer bounce away again, her hair swaying just above her cute little ass, as she goes up to Todd, squeezing his arm and giving him a generous peck on the cheek. You can't make out what she's saying, but you see her glance back at you and whisper something in Todd's ear... and his eyes light up as he quickly glances your way, being careful not to stare as if it would betray some secret he's just been told. You almost feel yourself blush as Todd smiles and blushes himself, and looks quickly to the floor in a shy way. Todd looks sharp as well: his thin waist creating an upside down "A" with his broad, athletic shoulders at the top. Maybe just an inch or so taller than Fred, Todd's youthful looks are topped off with a shock of slightly curly short blonde hair on top. He's an All-American, you think, and you wonder if his youthful body would make up for what you believe would be his lack of experience.
But you find your attention drawn back to Fred, as he moves through the small crowd... Jennifer giving him a peck on the cheek, seeming to linger just a little longer, pulling her short body against him just a little tighter. You're almost sure Fred can feel her hard nipples pressed up against him, despite the layers of his tux, and you see him place his hand on the small of her back to steady her drunk little body. Fred whispers something to her momentarily, and Jennifer throws her head back to laugh slightly, almost losing her balance again and squeezing Fred around the neck to keep her balance. She kisses Fred's cheek again and, once again, bounces off to greet more revelers.
Your eyes me et Fred's, and you feel a tingle as he walks toward you, smiling and carrying a drink for you. Handing you the drink, he repeats Jennifer's question.
"Have you been naughty or nice?" he smiles, as he knows the answer, drinking in your intoxicating figure, a potent holiday libation in its own right.
"Oh, I've been nice," you coyly answer, "But in a very naughty way."
Fred smiles as his eyes continue to lock onto yours.
"Oh, look. Mistletoe," he said as he glances up and you follow his eyes for a second. As you look up, he leans in and kisses your cheek, lips lingering just momentarily on your smooth alabaster skin, as he slyly moves his lips up and to your ear, whispering, "I've got a room upstairs. Want to get out of here?"
Enthusiastically, you nod yes, feeling that tingle sensation growing in your panties, an obvious wetness growing there. How many times have you rubbed yourself thinking of the last encounter? How you've thought about his tongue on your clit when he put you on your back and furiously tongued you until you came, using a vibrator on your throbbing little knob as your own fingers plunged in and out of your wet pussy... how you would cum as you imagined you were bent over against his office window again as he pounded you, filling you with that rock hard cock and then cumming deep inside you. As you layed in your own bed, thinking of this, how you would buck against your fingers and quietly shout to yourself, "I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!"