Some years ago I was lucky enough to work for a company who gave great Christmas parties. The first year I was with them we were all taken to a Country hotel by coach. We could eat then drink all the wine provided at the table for free and not even have to worry about getting back as they provided 3 coaches to take us home.
At that time I was single and looking forward to a bit of flirting, especially with one of my work colleagues Carl. I fancied the pants off him and I was sure he felt the same about me. He would tease me during office hours and it somehow showed through. I was hoping that he would give me some sign that he fancied me during the evening.
During work hours despite the odd bit of fooling around and teasing we were very professional and I certainly didn’t want anyone in the office to know that I had designs on Carl. I would never hear the end of it, there were some pretty immature people in that office. There were a few occasion as when he head leant in close when we were working together and I could smell his aftershave and feel the heat of his skin so close to mine. Once or twice he had brushed against me while we were passing in doorways and seemed to make the contact linger a little longer than an accidental contact would have. Or was it just my imagination?
It was a formal dinner and disco and I bought a full length black evening dress with a very low cut back, just above my ass. It was a halter neck and the front was nice and low too. Just showing enough boob to catch his eye. I hoped. My makeup was to die for, a dark lipstick that was just one the edge of vamp and eye makeup to match, dark and rather more theatrical than I’d usually dare to apply.
The coach picked everyone up on route, I was one of the last to get on and ended up sitting next to smelly Nigel. There is one in every office isn’t there? The guy who has personal hygiene problems. Who thinks that body odour is natural and should be accepted as such. A stranger to anti-perspirant.
Forty five, long minutes later we arrived at the hotel. It was a large country house set in its own grounds. Very grand and not what I had been used to in the past. Other parties had been as cheap as possible with cost per head in the region of a MacDonalds’ Happy Meal.
Carl wasn’t on my coach and I hoped he was still coming. He had promised to be there, so he was probably on one of the other’s. He had to see me in my dress. After all I bought it for him and the least he could do was to undress me with his eyes, even if he didn’t actually undress me at the end of the night.
We alighted the coach and climbed the stone steps to the reception area. Coats were handed in to the cloakroom attendant then we made our way down the hall in to the dinning room. It was very grand, with high ceilings, decorated with plaster mouldings and lashings of guilding. The tables were laid out in settings of 10 and I still couldn’t see Carl anywhere.
I decided to go to the bar at the far end of the room until he showed and I could then take a seat at his table rather than end up stuck with a group of people I didn’t like. A couple of drinks later he appeared at the bar to buy a drink. My heart began to race as he looked me up and down and did nothing to disguise his appreciation of my shape and the black, stocking-covered leg that I had ensure was cocked at a provocative angle.
However, neither of us wanted to draw attention to our obvious attraction to each other. I made my way to the table first to try to throw people off the scent. He took his position opposite me at the table. Not too close but it enabled us to engage in an exchange of smiles and meaningful looks. I almost got caught winking at him by a colleague, I rapidly averted my gaze toward the glass of wine in front of me.
It was exciting to at last be sure he liked me too. I had spent months waiting for this night to come. A chance for him to see me out of my office attire, looking like a “woman”, not just an office bod. I’m not sure how much I drank but I could feel my inhibitions slipping away by the glass. I had to stop myself several times from saying something to him over the table which would have given the game away.
The meal slipped down with me noticing, my focus was on him and the meal was a mere formality before the fun really began when the disco started up. I wanted to get him up and dance. To show him how I could move and gyrate, perhaps even get the chance to grind up against him.
Clare and Dave got up to dance and I joined them. Slowly others poured on to the dance floor to strut their stuff. After a few minutes of troilism with Clare and Dave, Carl appeared at my side. I wasted no time in engaging him in a dance, he wasn’t the best of movers but that didn’t matter.
We danced our way through a couple of tracks and then he shouted in my ear, did I want to go outside for some fresh air. I agreed it would be a good idea as I had now boogied up a feminine glow. He told me to go and he would join me in a couple of minutes so that nobody suspected we were going outside there together.
It was bloody cold out there mid-December wearing just an evening dress. I made my way down the steps at the side of the dining hall and into the garden. Shortly after that the sound of the disco poured out on to the grounds as the door from the dining room opened and out stepped Carl.
I think we exchanged a “hello” before embracing with a deep and passionate kiss. How long I had waited for this moment.
My panties were instantly moist and I could feel his excitement pushing against my leg. Without parting lips he reached his hand inside my dress and cupped my breast. At that moment the door flew open and someone began to descend the stairs.
We separated and tried to regain our composure, then made our way back up the stairway. Fortunately it was one of the sales team and he was wrecked. He sat down on a step halfway down and held his head in his hands.
Carl and I spent the evening trying to engineer our escape outside again but we were thwarted every time. The evening passed too quickly and before we knew it we were being ushered out to the waiting coaches again to go home.
The line up for the transport didn’t seem quite as long as it should have been. I remembered suggesting to Carl that we head for the bus furthest away and go to the back. He followed and we made our way to the back seat. I sat against the window and he slid in beside me. Not that we were making it obvious that we wanted to be together or anything. By this time we wanted to get into each others pants so much that we had become a little blasé about it.
A few more revellers got on the coach but sat near to the front. Some looked worse for wear and I hoped that we didn’t have any projectile vomiting. The driver shouted out the window to see if anyone else needed to climb on then closed the door and started the engine. The CD of Christmas hits started up and everyone capable started to croon. By now Carl had his hand though the side slit in my dress and was heading towards my wet crotch. I placed my hand on his thigh and was greeted by the tip of his erection.
It must have been the alcohol which brought about what I did next, I’m sure in a more sombre mood I wouldn’t have contemplated it. I pulled down the zipper in his suit trousers and reached inside for his cock. He was pulsing hard. He whispered in my ear that I could sit on his knee if I hoisted my dress up. The coach was in almost total darkness, so I agreed. I carefully hoisted my dress up to around my hips and raised myself off the seat.
I placed myself over his lap, he pulled my thong to one she and guided his erection up inside me. The feeling of exhilaration was indescribable. Having waited and wanted him for so long to finally get close to this guy was heaven. It wasn’t the best fuck that I have had, with the restriction of movement. After all we didn’t want to get noticed and then be made to walk home. Lol. But the mind fuck made up for the lack of thrust. Just sitting on his erection made me come and he did too in just a couple of minutes as I wriggled on his cock and squeezed him with my cunt.
Only minutes after sitting on his knee he was twitching beneath me as he filled my pussy with this fluid. We were only minutes from his flat when I regained my composure, just enough time to pull down my dress and ease back in to my seat. I’m sure someone must have realised what we were up to at the back but nobody said a word.
We stopped outside Carl’s address and he asked “Would you like to come inside?”