Christmas Came Early 5

The hotel banquet hall was a disaster to host for our company Christmas party. The lights were too bright, the music too loud, and the decorations? Well, it looked like someone threw up Christmas all over the place, it was just a big headache to be around. But none of that mattered right now since I really needed to find a way to talk about getting my promotion. Oh and there was also the fact that you were here. I had been eyeing you since we hired you in our finance division. I just hate that I can't always attend those meeting with you. But this is my only chance to try to talk to you.

I spotted you near the hors d'oeuvres table, standing apart from the crowd, clearly avoiding the clumsy attempts at conversation around you. It was like we both knew this party wasn't for us, and we had more important things to do. Like getting through the next hour with a few drinks and a lot of sarcasm.

I walked over, trying to keep my movements casual. "Hey," I said, grabbing a glass of punch. "How long do you think it'll take for someone to trip on the fake snow? I'm betting on five minutes."

You looked up at me, and that slow smile of yours hit me like a shot of whiskey--warm, intoxicating. "Five minutes? You're too generous. I'm giving it two. Honestly, I'm more impressed by how big this room is to fit all of so much tacky decorations."

I laughed, leaning in a little closer, lowering my voice. "You're not wrong. This place is a nightmare." I glanced over at the shrimp cocktail, then back at you. "And the food is definitely not helping. I'm pretty sure those shrimp are from last year's party, the shit is old."

You tilted your head, eyeing the platter, a hint of mischief in your eyes. "I'd believe it. Those shrimp look like they've seen more trauma than I have tonight. But honestly, it's gross in here."

We both took a sip of our drinks, but it wasn't the punch I was focused on. It was you--close, so close, just enough space between us, thick and sweet.

I found myself leaning just a little closer. "So," I began, eyes searching yours, "what's your take on all this? Do you actually enjoy the Christmas spirit, or are you just here for the free food and a little escape?"

You met my gaze, your voice dropped lower, smooth and steady. "I'm just here for the company. But if I'm being honest... I think I came for a different reason."

I swallowed, heart hammering in my chest. The air between us felt charged, heavy with unspoken words. I tilted my head, teasingly. "Oh? And what reason would that be?" My mind was itching to know.

You stepped a little closer, your presence suddenly dominating over mine. The warmth of your breath brushed against my ear as you spoke, each word like a promise. "I'm not sure yet. But I think I'm starting to figure it out." Somehow I felt like this was not real and how could you have known what I truly wanted.

I could feel the heat between us now, undeniable. The world around us--the party, the noise, the tacky decorations--faded into the background. It was just you and me, locked in this moment, and whatever it was that was building between us.

The party was a blur. The laughter, the chatter, the forced cheer--all of it faded as I caught your gaze again. You were standing a little closer now, a subtle shift in the space between us. It was like we both knew the night had taken a turn, and neither of us were in any hurry to go back to the crowd.

Without a word, you stepped closer, your hand brushing mine for the first time, and I felt the heat spread through me in an instant.

"You ready to get out of here?" you asked, your voice low.

I didn't hesitate. "Yeah," I replied, almost too quickly. "Lead the way."

You didn't need to say more. You took my hand--your fingers warm against mine--and we slipped out of the main hall, avoiding the eyes of our colleagues.

We moved through the hotel's dimly lit halls, your presence beside me almost magnetic, pulling me forward, further away from the noise, further away from everything.

You stopped at a door, pushing it open with a quiet click. A reception hall, unused for the night, its space empty and dark, save for the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the windows. It felt like we were stepping into a world of our own.

You closed the door behind us, the sound of it clicking shut almost too final, too intimate. The room was silent, save for our breathing, the faint hum of the air conditioning. I could feel the tension in the air between us--thick, almost tangible. You stepped closer, and before I could stop myself, I followed, closing the distance between us.

I didn't know who moved first, but suddenly, your lips were on mine. Soft at first, hesitant, like we were both testing the waters. But then it deepened--your hand finding the small of my back, pulling me closer, and everything else faded.

The kiss was slow, deliberate. Every touch felt like it was building something--something I wasn't sure I was ready for, but desperately wanted.

Your breath was warm against my skin as you pulled away just enough to look at me. The tension, the heat, everything between us--unsaid, unexplored--hung in the air.

"Is this what you wanted?" you whispered, your voice a gravelly murmur in the quiet of the room.

I could barely find my breath, but I managed to reply, "Wanted? Nope, more like needed."

"Fuck, you're hot," you murmur against my lips. Your hands start to roam my body, and I feel my nipples harden under my dress. I let out a low moan, my hands gripping your shoulders.

As silly as it sounded I just had to say it out loud, "I want to be your Christmas present,. I want to be your reason for smiling this holiday season."

You chuckled, your fingers traced the hem of my dress. "I think that can be arranged."

You slid your hand beneath my dress, the fabric brushed against my skin as your fingers sought out my arousal. When you found my slick, ready pussy, a gasp escaped my lips, my head tipped back in pure pleasure. Your fingers began to explore, rubbing me in slow, deliberate circles, igniting a fire within me that made every nerve tingle with anticipation. Each gentle stroke sent waves of ecstasy coursing through my body, leaving me craving more.

"Wet," you whisper in my ear, and I can't help but nod. I am soaked, my body craving more of your touch. You growl, your fingers quickening their pace. I can feel my orgasm building, my legs shaking as you continue to rub me.

"Cum for me. Show me how much you want me." You commanded me.

I cried out, my orgasm crashed over me like a wave. You caught me, your arms around me as I come down from my high.

"That was so fucking hot. I need more." I confessed greedily.

You swept me off my feet, your strong hands cradling me as you took me to the table at the front of the room. You gently laid me down, my legs dangling off the edge. With a teasing touch, you lifted my dress, revealing my desire to you. As you slid into me, I gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation of your fullness. You began to move, your hips finding a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through me, leaving me breathless and squirming beneath you.

I whispered in your ear, "I don't want this to end."

You leaned in, our lips meeting in a heated kiss. Our tongues intertwined as you thrust inside me, hitting that perfect spot that made my head spin. I nod, urging you to go faster, to go deeper. I felt my body tightening around you. You groaned, filling me completely, breathless. With a low moan, you surged forward and buried yourself to the hilt. Our hips were griding together until finally...you released that pent up tension inside of me. So warm, heated, and silky. You pulled out, your cum dripped down my thighs. You leaned down, your lips finding mine in a gentle kiss.

"Merry Christmas." You told me with a satisfied smirk.

I smile, my hand reaching up to cup your cheek.

"Merry Christmas, to you too." I just laughed this off, but this was the best gift... and it needs to keep on giving.

We laid there, our bodies entwined, as the snow fell outside. The world outside was cold, but in here, with you, I was warm and content. This is the best Christmas present I could have ever asked for. Now, all that was left was to bring up the promotion on Monday, if I could even muster the courage.