This week was to be my last in my current placement. I had reaped the benefits of working when and where I wanted since becoming self-employed. The team I had worked with were all hard-working and surprisingly fun to be around, so we got on well. The firm was having an annual barbecue fundraiser followed by a party. I had promised to pop in to say goodbye to my colleagues. Although it would be a late finish as I needed to double-check several accounts before leaving. Phil checked into my office just to remind me that they were expecting me at the party. He and another guy from accounts, Dan had been a constant source of amusement with their banter. It didn't hurt that they were both easy on the eye, both keen cyclists, lean and athletic looking, mid-thirties, and well-groomed.
'Still working?' he asked. 'Sorry it's going to be late, and I won't have time to nip back to the hotel to change, so I'm not sure I will make it.' I said. 'You always look elegant, and it's just a bar set up in the main conference hall with a disco, have a quick drink at least, we are going to miss you.' I said I would see, and he left me to my work.
An hour later, I had finished, so I freshened up in the ladies. I was wearing a mid-thigh skirt that clung in all the right places, a slightly sheer blouse through which you could make out the lacy edges of my bra, a usual 'secretarial' look work. Checking my makeup, I decided I didn't look too shabby and joined the party. The guys were happy to see me, and I was soon relaxed, laughing with a drink in my hand courtesy of a friend of Dan. I had only intended to say a quick goodbye. Still, I had such a good time I decided to stay awhile. Phil asked me to dance, and despite my initial protests pulled me towards the dancefloor. In truth, I was enjoying the attention as I'd been working hours that left little time for social life and other than a little flirting had no male company for weeks.
Phil rested his hands gently on my hips as we danced, Dan cut in, hands placed on my hip and lower back, he pulled me in a little closer than Phil had been holding me. Things went like this for a few songs. The guys danced with me, moving around the dancefloor, swapping as we swayed past. Each time they held me a little closer, dancing in a slow grinding movement, I could feel the shape of each guy pressing against my thigh.
We swapped again, but this time Dan's friend (whose name I didn't even know) placed his hand lower so that his fingers rested on my buttock rather than my lower back. When they again swapped, Phil's hand also found its way from my hip to my ass as we danced. Dan's friend had been content with letting his hand rest gently against my buttock, but Phil stroked it, gently squeezing while running the fingers of his other hand slowly up and down my back. When it was Dan's turn again, he held me closer, his erection pressing against my leg as he slowly but firmly caressed my ass. He ran his fingers down over my thigh and whispered a small involuntary 'wow' of surprise as his fingers found my stockings. I pushed against him, enjoying the attention.
When it came to swapping partners, I pushed them away and said I needed a drink, leading them to a quiet part of the room to the side of the bar. Dan and Phil stood either side of me as Dan's friend went and ordered, I was feeling more than a little excited and naughty after several weeks without sex. As this was to be my last evening here, I decided it was time for some fun. Leaning into Dan, I pushed his right hand to my buttocks and guided the left to my breasts. He and Phil looked at me in shock, as I said. 'I hope the fun is not over just because we are not dancing.' With little encouragement, Phil caught on and ran his hands over my body, copying Dan by touching a buttock with one hand and my breasts with the other. I sighed as the two men relaxed into the situation, gently caressing, squeezing, and pinching my nipples through my clothes. Cupping my breasts in their hands, caressing my ass, they became more confident as it became apparent I was more than happy with the attention.
I had picked our spot well as this part of the room was dark and pretty much obscured from the dance floor. Even so, being an exhibitionist, the 'naughtiness' of possibly being caught only added to my excitement. As it was, Dan's friend almost dropped the drinks when he rounded the corner.
The two guys pulled away from me when they realized he was there, just standing staring, open-mouthed. I reached over and took my drink as he set them down on a table, waited until each of them had taken a sip then said. 'As this is my last night here, I'm up for some fun with you guys. but it will be my game and rules.' They each agreed in turn as Dan asked, 'what did you have in mind'?
Leaning back against the wall I said, 'well I was quite enjoying the attention you were giving me, I want you to touch but only where and how I say, and I promise not to leave you guys hanging if you know what I mean.'
They nodded in agreement, and with little prompting, the two guys moved into their previous positions. Dan's friend stood watching as the guys fondled my breasts and ass over my clothes while gently kissing and nibbling my neck. This guy as a stranger made it all the more exciting, and my tummy tingled with excitement as nothing gets me hotter than being watched. Everything from 'accidental' flashes to being naked in public places I have always been an exhibitionist. Reaching down, I took the helm of my short skirt and slowly slid it up over my thighs. For a while, the guys stopped kissing and caressing me, just holding and very gently squeezing my breasts as they watched the smooth bare flesh above my stockings come into view.
