I have a big night to prepare for. It's the big company Christmas party and I'm hoping for a great night. I've been looking forward to this night for about a year. I've picked out my outfit already, it's a one piece pant suit in black, with a shiny top that closes like a bath robe, no buttons. I must depend on my cleavage to keep it closed. I do hope I look sexy in my new outfit, for I'm hoping to catch some attention. I shave my legs and my crotch, just as I always do. I apply some lotion to make my skin soft and smooth. As my fingers glide over my flesh, I get the tingles. All the nerve endings under my skin swell, exaggerating every touch, every feel, every glide of my fingertips. My body is screaming for attention, but I am still alone. Tonight, I promise myself, just wait until tonight!
I hope to finally capitalize on an opportunity to spend the night with a man I know from work. For about a year now, we talk frequently, flirt often, and talk openly about sex. I've shared stories with him, I've told him about the things I want to do to him, I've told him about the things I want him to do to me, we've spoken of desires, past experiences, and hopes for the future. He has told me about things he thinks about, about feelings I bring out in him, about new things he'd like to explore with me. We talk about getting naked, about sucking cock, about rubbing bodies together. Now, the time has come to make some of those fantasies and stories come to life, to turn them into memories.
I arrive at the party early, so I could find my table and watch the other guests arrive. I grab a beer and wait for my friends to come in. After only one beer, my dearest and closest female friend arrives. She knows all about my plans for the evening. She is just as sexual as I am. In fact, she knows me like no other woman does. We sit together, drinking out beer, watching others walk in on the arms of their dates. The place is filling up quickly and the socializing begins.
As the night goes on, I become more determined to see my plans through. I've had my dinner, I've had my share of beer and wine, and now it's time to start the show. The dinner dishes are cleared away, the speech is given, and the band begins. Now it's time to dance, to move my body and sway my hips to the beat of the drums. The floor is crowded and my friend is dancing with me. We have no choice but to dance close to each other, our bodies moving together with the rhythm of the music. As one song ends and another begins, our bodies still swaying, she lightly brushes a kiss across my lips. We know we are being watched, and this only adds intensity, turning an innocent peck into a lingered kiss. With that, we both leave the floor, the eyes of the surrounding men glaring at us as we walk by. Shortly after we reach our table, we are approached by the same man who knows my every desire.
"There will be a party in my room later, would you two like to come? It will be in room 524. There is plenty of beer and it should be a great time!" He said.
How could we resist? This is the golden opportunity. This is the moment I've been thinking about for what seems like forever.
"We accept your invitation, thank you!" we both replied.
Now, all I can do is look at him, stare into his eyes and tell him that he will get lucky tonight! He can read my intentions and I can tell he is looking forward to our gathering as much as I am. Finally, I will feel his touch on my flesh, I will feel his breath on my skin, and I will feel his sweat dripping on my body. I am getting so excited, my skin is hot to the touch, my pulse races every time he looks at me, and my crotch is getting damp. I'm ready!
We went to get the key to let ourselves into his room and let him know we would be waiting. We grab a beer and proceed into the bathroom to fix our hair and makeup. Our eyes catch in the mirror.
