"We'll just pick you up at your apartment at 7:30," the woman's voice on the phone instructed me, "And that's all there is to it, Tonia!"
"OK," I chuckled, "See you then."
The woman on the phone was Ruth, the wife of my boss, Dick. I guess Dick had said something to her about the mood I've been in at work lately and that I said I was going to get really wiped out at our party tonight. Ruth said she was concerned about me driving. They live about three miles from me so it wasn't going to be too far out of their way.
The office staff had dwindled all afternoon. When Ruth called at a little after four, I was the only one left. I knew I'd have to work until five because there was a possibility that someone from our largest customer's office might call and my boss didn't want to make a big deal about us closing early. He knew I could handle anything that came up.
I sat at my desk, daydreaming about the dress I'd found on the Internet. The black dress looks almost like a slip. It has spaghetti straps that criss-cross in the back, which is bare from the waist up. It's at least three inches above my knees and has a short slit up each side. I can't wear a bra under it so the firm nipples on my smallish breasts, become very noticeable. Dick calls me a brat because I love to tease him by wearing short skirts or something else, sexy, to work. I know the other men watch me too, but he's so much fun to tease. I still wasn't sure if I had enough nerve to wear the dress, though.
Time flew by and soon I was looking at myself in the full length mirror in my bedroom, "I don't know if you should wear this..." I kept turning around and looking at how naughty my little 95 pound, five foot two and a half inch body looked in this silky dress.
It was too late to change. The doorbell rang and I scampered down the hall and opened it. "Just need to grab a jacket and my coat," I turned quickly.
"Wait a minute!" Dick called out. "Let me see what you are wearing."
"What?" I stopped and looked at him. "Oh, this?" I let have a good look.
"Oh, my God!" Dick's voice cracked, "You must be planning on getting raped tonight!"
"You like the way I look?" I turned around quickly.
"You may not make it out of your apartment!" He teased, moving towards me.
I laughed and moved away before he could grab me. I slipped on a black blazer and then my black trench coat. Dick grabbed me and kissed me hard. "We've got to go," I reminded him.
"Too bad," he fixed the obvious bulge in his pants.
The party was in a separate room at a nice restaurant. For some reason, Ruth wouldn't leave my side and I sat next to her and Dick through the whole festivities. I had consulted Ruth on the gift that we were all giving to Dick and she seemed truly interested in me and my life. Dick always said he didn't talk shop at home, but she asked me some questions that indicated otherwise.
I made a little presentation when I handed Dick the gift and he reached down and grabbed my butt while no one could see.
He liked the gift and made a little speech about the company and our division.
Soon it was ten-thirty, and a group had decided to go to Dick and Ruth's for some more drinking and whatever. When we left the restaurant, I told them that they could drop me off at home. "No way," Ruth chimed in. "I've heard you're a good cook and I can use your help with some snacks."
At their house, I was a real help. Ruth had some wings to bake and I mixed up a cheese spread as well as fixed some other stuff she had too. I guess this was all planned, but last year I was sick and didn't go. No one had mentioned this part this year, though.
Many of the people remarked how good the food was and I took credit where due. Ruth seemed to be always near by and praising me for my help.
I kept my blazer on all night and no one other than Dick had seen the full effect, so to speak, of the dress. I had been teased about how short it was and that I had to stay close to the boss, and his wife, so I'd be safe.
I started loading the dishwasher, and cleaning up, as the group grew smaller and the food disappeared. What a wonderful wife I could be. Soon, only a few hard core drinkers were left. At two o'clock, it was down to Steve, his wife Marcy, Dick, Ruth and I, sitting at the dining room table. Steve seemed drunk and that was confirmed when, in front of everyone, he spurted out, "Tonia," the slurring was almost typical, "You are one sexy looking fuck!"
"Right!," I stood up, "You are drunk and it's time for me to get home."
"Now wait a minute," Steve got up, came around the table and grabbed me, "I want to see that jacket come off!"
"No, I don't think so," I worked to remove his hands from my wrists. "It's time to leave."
"It's too sexy for you." Dick informed Steve.
"What the..." I looked at Dick, "Thanks for the help!"
"What does it look like?" Ruth smiled. "I hear that you are a little sex kitten at work anyway. I'd like to the rest of it too!"
"If I take it off," I bargained, "Will you take me home?"
"Sure," Ruth smiled. "It must be naughty."
Steve released me and stepped back a step or two. I slipped the blazer back a little on my shoulders to wolf whistles from Steve.
"Ok, that's enough," I stopped.
"You said you'd take it off," Ruth chimed in.
"Yea!" Steve added, "That's what you said."
So I slipped it off and turned around quickly to whistles and cat calls. Steve was mumbling something about riding someone's cock.
Suddenly the light went off and a pair of large hands were grabbing at my breasts and I could see Dick and Steve in front of me.
"No!" I cried out and then was shoved back against the wall and a hungry mouth engulfed mine. I saw Marcy, Steve and Ruth go into the living room. Ruth turned of those lights too.
Now Dick pressed his full body against me and, with the moonlight, I saw Marcy and Steve going into a passionate grasp.
Dick's fingers teased my nipples and I knew I was hot. I gasped for breaths when ever his mouth allowed it and he ground his crotch into mine.
"I think you need a good fucking!" he told me.
"I have got to get home," I protested, but knew I was starting to like this.
I caught a glimpse of the activity in the living room. Steve was naked and the two women were down to their panties. They were all on the floor and Steve was ready to nail them.
Dick said some words that I didn't hear and then a hand slipped up my short dress and I instinctively parted my thighs. "You are hot and wet," I heard him say. "You are ready for a good fucking! I'm just the guy to do it, too!"
With that, he dropped to his knees, lifted my dress and pulled down my panties. I go to the tanner often so I'm sporting a nice tan and wasn't wearing nylons. I know I gasped when his fingers teased the lips of my pussy. My fingers seemed to move to his head and slip through his hair. I groaned as he leaned to kiss my wetness.
His tongue flicked the fleshy folds of my pussy and then darted against the back of the opening.
"Oh, Dick!" I gasped, pulling his face tighter to me.
Then his mouth moved around and he found my clit. I know I moaned loudly when he took it between his lips and sucked on it.
I squirmed against the wall when he shoved at least two fingers into my opening. I found myself working with him, my pussy fucking his fingers while he sucked on my clit.
My breathing was shallow and quick, My 42 year old boss between my 29 year old thighs giving me some very good oral sex. God, I loved it!
I couldn't believe how horny I was! I wanted him so bad, I clinched my teeth with the impending score.
Just then, he stopped and moved his face up to mine. He gave me a taste of my own pussy as his tongue passed my lips.
