She left the house and climbed into the waiting taxi. As she climbed in a passerby caught a flash of stocking clad leg and smiled ruefully. Joy smiled back. The passerby blushed at being caught looking but Joy had seen the look of lust in his eye and she felt a shiver of satisfaction in her ability to make men react.
Four of her co-workers were down from Scotland on a trip they make every few years. The local staff always threw them a bit of a dinner party in their hotel and generally have a good time. She was on her way to play her part as duty demanded.
Two years ago Joy had been in one of their rooms with them and another girl from her work group. They had had a lot to drink and on coming out of the toilet, Joy saw the other girl being fucked on the bed. She had stared at the sight and then became really turned on. One thing led to another and she had ended up on her back being fucked silly. She had felt guilty but loved it nevertheless.
Joy arrived at the hotel fashionably late, as usual and made her entrance. The blue dress she was wearing touched in all the right places and for someone in her late forties, she looked really good. Her short blonde hair and long legs helped and the dress finished just above her knees. Thin straps showed her milky skin off well with just a hint of cleavage and the men all watched her as she joined them.
Instantly surrounded, Joy looked around for the other girl from last time, Kay. She couldn't see her and asked if she was there. It seemed that Kay had called off at the last minute and Joy's spirits sank a little. Kay was the catalyst last time and it looked as if it would be just another boring dinner after all. No Kay, no fuck! Odds on none of the boring others would be up for it! Never mind, at least the food was good in the hotel and she could always enjoy the wine.
During the dinner, Joy began to relax and enjoy herself. It was only when she caught the eye of Simon, the one who had fucked her so well the last time, did she feel uncomfortable. Her body was reacting to the memory. Damn Kay!
After dinner Simon made straight for her and began chatting to her like a long lost friend. He kept the wine flowing and Joy felt herself getting more and more comfortable with him.
Soon they were joined by others as the group thinned out and the boring people went home. Joy was half drunk by this time and her normal reserve was wilting fast.
Seated on a high stool in the plush bar, she was surrounded by the remaining men, the other women had all made excuses and left. As the centre of attention she was enjoying herself thoroughly and maybe showing just a little more thigh than she intended. What the hell, she had good legs!
