Having selected a pair of dress slacks, long sleeve shirt, and a sport coat, I reluctantly headed outside to my truck. After cleaning off the accumulated snow, I was on my way, re-evaluating my decision with every yard traveled. Countless times I was ready to turn around and go home to enjoy a night of writing code for my web sites, but I pushed on and eventually found myself adding a fake smile to my apparel for the evening as I strode into the room.
Scanning the mass of bodies to see who all was there, I saw Anna, the personnel administrator, dressed as an elf. It seems that half of the people there had dressed as some character, while the other half, myself included, had dressed in the more normal way. I couldn’t seem to withdraw my stare from Anna. Her short skirt showed more of her legs than I had ever seen and even though they were covered with white stockings, their contour was captivating.
The T-shirt she wore snuggled tight against her torso but the vest she had on hid a lot of her shape. I knew from having talked to her countless times through the years that she had a great figure and my mind started fabricating scenes of enjoyment for me.
“Really didn’t expect to see you here, but glad you came!”
Turning toward the female voice I recognized instantly as Deb’s, I was grinning. Deb is a woman about my age that I found to be very nice and most pleasurable to talk to on breaks. Yes, I had thought of asking her on a date a few times, knowing she too was a divorcee, but never did.
“Well, it’s not exactly my ideal evening, but figured I’d show up and clean out the buffet,” I chuckled as I gazed into her eyes. I realized instantly that I had never really noticed how good looking she actually was. I knew she has a nice posterior, and a nice shape over-all, but in the dress she was wearing, she looked very alluring.
We chatted for several minutes and then slowly made our way to a table and sat down. The table would seat eight people, four on each side, so I sat on the end and Deb took the seat to my right and we continued talking.
This conversation was different than the “this friggin’ company” talk we usually had; this conversation was more personal in nature. She had turned it to a more personal nature with her early asked question.
“What would your ideal evening be like?” she had immediately asked me in response to my opening comment.
To answer her query, I was trying to be honest without sounding too crazy. I had told her that I’d much rather be writing source code if I was to spend the night alone.
“And if you weren’t alone?” she asked me as she crossed her legs and her foot rubbed against my knee. I knew that wasn’t an accidental event because it took a noticeable effort on her part to make it happen.
Taking a chance, which is something I rarely do when sober, I put my arm over the top of her chair back. Cautiously I put my hand on her upper arm, near her shoulder, and began to describe how the evening might unfold if I had someone special with me. Surprisingly, she gave no sign of not wanting my arm around her and I began to relax.
Sitting there beside Deb was actually producing a happier feeling for me than I thought I’d obtain all night. It was nice to be talking to and touching a lady again. It had been alone too long I guess. The conversation flowed quickly and easily, as did the alcohol. I was feeling a slight buzz and could tell Deb was much less inhibited as well.
“May I have this dance?” came a question as a hand touched my left shoulder. Turning slightly, my vision confirmed it was, in fact, Anna that was asking.
“Certainly,” I said with a smile. Excusing myself from the table, Anna and I progressed to the dance floor. The band was playing an instrumental tune that was good for slow dancing and our bodies were soon tight against each other as we danced together.
“You and Deb have something going on?” Anna asked as she looked up at me and grinned.
“Not that I’m aware of,” I replied, not mentioning the fact that I wouldn’t mind if we would have. “We’ve been friends for a long time and this is the first time we’ve been able to talk without a time limit. We usually only can talk on our breaks.”
Feeling the ample breasts that were pressing into me, and as my hand slowly and ’accidentally’ dropped to her ass, my mind began replaying some of the many fantasies I had enjoyed at my desk that involved this dark haired, short stature woman that was now in my arms.
“Your hands…” Anna whispered. Instinctively and swiftly. I moved my hand upward to the small of her back.
“I’m sorry,” I began to instinctively utter but I noticed her expression was different than the one I expected.
“Don’t be silly. I was going to say your hands feel good on me,” Anna said with a coy smile. “It’s been a while since I feel a man’s hand on my ass,” she confessed.
“Don’t your husband…” I began.
“Pfft!” she shot back. “My husband doesn’t have time for me. He’s too busy trying to impress his girlfriend. He thinks I don’t know, but…”
Now, I admit, Ladies and Gentlemen, hearing that made me think I might need to take a chance with her, for mutual satisfaction of course. That thought quickly transformed into the fabrication of an unrestrained boner in my pants. Since I usually go ’commando’, there was no restraining it and I know Anna felt it pressing against her.
The song ended and as we parted, she winked and said, “I want more before the night is over.”
I returned to the table and sat down beside Deb once again, tossing around all the possibilities, good and bad, that could be interpreted into her comment.
“I’m next,” Deb said as her hand patted my upper thigh after I had sat down. Her hand was very near the still stiff flesh in my slacks, and I was not going to object to anything at this point.
“Sure! But I only slow dance,” I admitted. “If I fast dance, I feel like I’m Dumbo with his two back legs tied together.”
Deb laughed and disagreed, but I know my limits. We soon decided that it was time to hit the buffet line and as she glided over the floor in front of me, I was watching her cute little ass as it moved seductively under her dress with each step she took.
‘Wouldn’t mind a buffet of that!’ I thought to myself as my appetite was whetted with our progression to the food line.
Standing in line waiting our turn, my hand, most accidentally of course, bumped against her ass when I stepped forward to talk to her. It felt every bit as firm as it looked. My smugness of thinking I ‘got away with something’ was soon shattered like a fragile glass ornament hitting a hardwood floor.
“You like it?” Deb asked, looking me squarely in the eyes. Scanning her face for a clue of her thoughts, her expression gave no hint if she was irritated or intrigued by the ‘accidental’ feel I had taken.
I thought I’d play the part of a stupid male - something I can do very well.
“Do I like what?” I asked as innocently as I could sound. Her answer shocked me. She said nothing but turned to look behind her and moved slightly backward, pressing her ass tightly against my hand that was down by my hip. She wiggled it ever so slightly back and forth as she pretended to be searching the room for someone. Without a thought of what I was doing, I turned my palm toward her ass and discretely but gladly grabbed a handful. My cock sprang upright. I wanted it!!
She turned back to face me and was smiling. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” she with a chuckle. My mind was racing down many paths at once - all of them on a sleigh ride in a sexual wonderland. I even had a few thoughts of enjoying Deb and Anna simultaneously, which really caused my bells to jingle.
As the evening progressed, many sexual innuendos were exchanged between Deb and I. When Anna came back and asked me for another dance after Deb and I had enjoyed a few dances together, I naturally accepted her offer. As we swayed together, she shocked the cringle out of me by telling me that if I didn’t get lucky with Deb tonight, she wanted me!
My reaction was non-verbal, but she heard me loud and clear as she pressed herself tightly against my wildly throbbing candy cane in my pants. “God! You feel massive!” she moaned in my ear as she pressed herself even tighter against me.
My blood pressure had to be off the charts with all my blood gathered in one particular appendage.
When the song ended and I returned to my chair beside Deb, I was sure my excitement was more obvious than the glow of Rudolph’s’ nose.