A few years ago I had a job which came with lots of invitations to swanky dinners and parties. I was expected to go and network on behalf of our company and I was usually happy to have the night out, the great food, wine and on a good night, interesting company.
One December I arrived at yet another work-related Christmas party, my seventh in two weeks when I was really just craving a night at home. As usual I’d come to the party alone, so I took a glass of champagne and looked for an approachable group of people. I joined a small group where a guy seemed to be in the middle of a funny story. He was attractive; tall, slim, with dark blonde hair. What really stood out though was how he’d engaged everyone, he had their complete attention. His face was animated, his blue eyes expressive and he had a smile and laugh that you couldn’t help responding to.
There was also something about his voice which seemed really familiar, though I was sure I’d never met him before. When his story finished, the woman to my side introduced herself which gave me the chance to do the same in return. Hearing my name I could see a flicker of recognition from the storyteller who declared we actually knew each other through work - turned out, we’d never met in person but we’d spoken regularly on the phone.
I’d been speaking to J, as I’ll call him, for months on a pretty regular basis and our conversations had become increasingly friendly (but always work-appropriate). He had a smooth, rich voice, and I’d sometimes fantasised about the person it belonged to. Realising I was meeting him in the flesh for the first time, I felt flushed, like I’d been caught out daydreaming, but we soon fell into the same friendly banter we enjoyed on the phone. I’m not an over-confident person but felt he might be flirting a little, though told myself it was probably just his personality, combined with the free-flowing champagne.
Soon enough everyone was called to sit for dinner and we found ourselves sat next to each other. I was relieved, I’d never met the person on my left and I’d rather not have to make small talk with two strangers through four courses, speeches and a bunch of awards being given out. By the end of the starter, the person to my left was deep in conversation with his other neighbour. Any talk with J about work had given way to general chat and by this point I knew he was flirting. Though I was single, I had no idea if he was and knew it might not mean anything, some people being flirts by nature. I was still pretty sober, always being careful not to drink too much at events where I was technically working, but I was enjoying his attention after several months of being single.
Just as I decided to stop trying to work J out and relax, he asked if I was in a relationship.
I said no, and he quickly responded, “Me, either.”
I couldn’t stop the image of him fucking me that abruptly flashed through my mind. Surprised at my thoughts and sure I must be blushing like crazy, I excused myself to the ladies' to try and calm down. But even reapplying my lipstick made me imagine being on my knees, unzipping him and taking out his hard cock, leaving some lipstick on his shaft as I took him into my mouth. I imagined him still fully dressed, immaculate in his suit, looking down at me as I worked him over. When I got it together enough to return to the table he stood to pull out my chair, softly grazing his hands down my bare arms. To anyone else it would have looked innocent, but given the thoughts I’d been having moments before, it was like an electric shock. From his quick glance at me, I’m sure he felt it too.
From that point, through dinner, we talked almost entirely to each other. The conversation flowed easily, J was great company, and I found myself increasingly attracted to him. Every other minute there was some kind of physical touch - his leg would brush mine under the table, he’d touch my arm while telling a funny story, or lean in close so I could hear him over the noise of the room. Despite feeling a bit tipsy by this point, I kept reminding myself he was a work associate and off limits. Then, while coffee was served and people were wandering the room, someone came over to say hi to J. He stood to chat, and I heard them talk about his move the next month to a new role at a different company.
When J sat down I said I’d not realised he was moving on.
“Yes," he said, “It’s a shame we’ll not be working together any more.”
His eyes caught mine and it was clear we both knew there was now a green light for the flirting to go somewhere. Dull speeches and awards came next but I was distracted by his touches, which though discreet, had stepped up a gear. Under the table his hand rested on my leg, stroking constant circles over the fabric of my floor-length dress. The simple but repetitive touch was making me hot, and I then realised that as he was stroking he was hitching my dress up my legs. He looked at me as his hand finally met the skin of my right thigh, as if he was looking for permission. I was too scared of letting out a moan to do anything but nod.
His hand stroked the outside of my thigh at first, then edged inwards until he was softly stroking my sensitive inner thigh. Despite the crowded room I knew no-one could see him under the tablecloth, and I moved my chair slightly to allow him to move higher. He was so close to my panties at this point, his touch still light and teasing, and I was becoming increasingly wet. We were both looking straight ahead at the stage but I could tell his breathing was getting heavier.
His fingers lightly skimmed over the outside of my panties and he took a deep inhale, leaning over to whisper, "You’re burning up," and then added, as his fingers pressed harder, “and so smooth… and wet."
Just as his finger started to trace the edge of the lace of my panties and I was more than ready to feel him slip it inside and stroke me, the speeches came to an end and everyone began to stand. J subtly removed his hand and played the perfect gentleman, helping me to my feet and suggesting he’d meet me at the bar once he’d been to the gents'. Minutes later he found me at the bar and asked if I wanted to take a walk. The event was in a hotel, and I followed him down a corridor into a small, dark room that seemed to be used for storage or housekeeping.
As soon as the door closed his hands grabbed my ass pulling me tight against him, one moving up to the back of my neck. At that point in my life, I’d had partners I thought were skilled but when our mouths met I realised he was about to blow them all out of the water. HIs lips were that perfect combination of soft and firm, his tongue tangling with and teasing mine in a way that immediately told me he must give amazing oral sex. It was the hottest kiss of my life and from how hard he was, he had no complaints.
We stumbled around until I was pinned against a wall, balancing on one leg when he lifted the other round his hip, his hand pulling up my dress, skimming up my leg and groaning when he found my thong allowed him to grab the flesh of my ass. We were fully clothed but our bodies were moving against each other as if we were naked, his cock rubbing against me so perfectly I thought I might come right then.
After his teasing I was desperate enough to beg him to fuck me right there. He was kissing my mouth, my neck and along the V at the front of my dress, as I moved a hand down to slip inside his trousers. His cock was literally pulsing and as I wrapped my hand round his substantial girth, I got wetter and wetter, thinking how much I wanted to feel it inside me.
I started to unzip his trousers when J pulled back suddenly and I wondered what I’d done wrong.
"Not here," he said. "I want somewhere we can do this properly, and for hours.”
We quickly agreed to head to his place. The cab ride was agony, he did nothing more than stroke his fingers over my arm, but I was close to a breaking point. The moment his door closed behind us, we were at each other, hands everywhere, mouths locked, groaning loudly. Before I could think I was on my back on the stairs, him kneeling and bunching my dress to my waist.
Even as he pulled my panties down and off with one hand, his tongue was swiping at my bare pussy; long slow licks, firm then featherlight, nibbling at my lips and then finally, sucking at my clit. Lying on the stairs, I had the perfect view of him between my legs and felt no shame locking eyes with this almost stranger as he ate me out. As he sucked and nibbled my clit, he put one, then two, then three fingers inside me and began to pump them slowly.
I could hear just how wet I was, but there was no room for embarrassment when I heard him mutter, "So fucking hot and wet,” and saw him briefly reach down with his other hand to rub his cock over his trousers.
My whole body was starting to tense up ready to come when he switched to spearing his rigid tongue into my pussy and groaning at the taste of me. Then his fingers were in me again; his mouth was biting and pulling at my clit, bringing me to an orgasm so powerful I almost levitated off those stairs.
I was still floating in bliss and he was kissing me again.
"I want you right here, you’re so tight and hot and wet and I can’t wait, is that okay?”
I groaned a 'yes', he quickly took a condom from his wallet whilst I unzipped his trousers and pushed them and his boxers down. Within seconds the condom was on and he was inside me. I was so incredibly wet that my pussy took his thick girth right to the hilt in one slick thrust, and his groan made me even wetter if that was possible. He began to move, my wetness and recent orgasm letting him slide easily despite how tightly I was clenching around his shaft. We were kissing between our moans, his slow thrusts punctuated by him grinding against my clit making my sex cling to him even tighter.
His breath got ragged and his thrusts faster and harder. He lifted one of my legs from around his hips so it was hooked over his shoulder, the angle on the stairs meaning he was hitting deep inside me and rubbing perfectly against my clit with every thrust. My orgasm hit like a truck and my pussy clamped down on his cock so hard that he reared up, one arm holding him up and the other holding my leg high in the air as he slammed my pussy twice more and groaned loud as he came, his cock twitching as he spilt his heavy load of cum into the condom.
He collapsed onto me, as we both exhaled “fuck" at how insane that had been. It could’ve been awkward, but he kissed me and we laughed about the fact that we were still dressed and barely a couple of steps inside his house. He was still inside me and I was starting to get pretty uncomfortable on the hard stairs when he pulled out and stood, pulling up his trousers.
"I hope you’re staying,” he said. "I mean I can get you a cab if you want, but if it’s up to me we're not finished."
I was hungry for more and not planning to go anywhere. He held out his hand and we went upstairs, where he disposed of the condom and left me to use the bathroom whilst he went to fetch us some water. We were both still in our evening wear and barely knew each other, but it felt right to be there. He came back to the bedroom as I stood looking at a picture on his wall. He moved behind me, sweeping my hair over my shoulder and kissing down my neck, his teeth scraping and sending shivers through me. His fingers tugged the top of the zip of my dress.
“Can I?” he asked.
I nodded, and he lowered the zip then slid the dress off my shoulders. Still behind me, he kissed down my spine, bending to nip at my ass (my panties still in the hallway downstairs somewhere) as his hand skimmed the sides of my body.
J stood, back straight, unfastened my bra and dropped it to the floor. His arms came round me and his hands cupped my breasts. He didn’t seem to care about their fairly small size as he fondled them and teased my nipples, pulling at them and pinching hard. I flattened my hands against the wall arching my back towards him, sticking out my ass, wanting more. One of his hands slid down my stomach and cupped my pussy, not applying any pressure, just holding me there, then one finger lightly slipping between the swollen, wet, lips.