It was time for the annual company Christmas party. Debbie, my wife of a number of years didn't want to go. Nothing new there. She hated the company I worked for and, I had to assume, everyone there. There was never any reason that made any sense, she just said the hated the place. I was going none the less. I liked the lot of them and since I spent about half of my time awake five days a week with them, I felt like partying with them. She could stay home if she wanted to, but I was going.
I got to the party a little late, but then so did a few of the others. I met Paula getting out of her car in the parking lot. Another late arriver. She was dressed to kill; a short dark green knit dress, dark stockings, and green heels. The heels were at least three inch ones, regular "catch-me-fuck-me" pumps. The upper part of her dress was hidden by her jacket, and I couldn't wait to see her with that jacket off. I just love women in those knit dresses! Talk about form fitting. There just isn't anything sexier.
"You're getting here a little late too huh?" I said as she was getting out of her car.
"Yes," she said, "I had a few things to get done before I could come."
Come? Must be nice. Hell, I wasn't even breathing hard. Debbie hadn't felt like sex much lately. "At least you made it." I was happy to see her. Of the women I worked with, she was one of the friendliest, and the one I confided in when things didn't go well, both at work and at home. She was also about the sexiest.
"I see your wife didn't come to this shindig, unless you two came in separate cars."
"No, I had to come alone. Same old excuse, hates the company and all. No date tonight?" She was single and dated quite a bit, but the rumor was that she went through so many men as she simply wore them out after about two weeks.
"Nope, no hot date tonight. I just broke up with the last one Monday."
"Sorry to hear that." I said as we started to walk into the banquet hall together.
"Aw that's alright." she said. "He didn't' work out. That's the way it goes. I'm looking for a keeper, and he wasn't it. You might say I just threw that fish back into the pond. He was also hung like a horse and I'm not a mare."
"Too big was a problem?"
"It is for me. I'm not that big. It just hurt more than felt good. Besides, he was a lousy lover."
"Bummer."
We went in and found a table to share. This table was off in an almost dark corner. There was just enough light to see to eat. Paula slipped her jacket off and hung it over the back of her chair. This dress was nothing short of spectacular! Sleeveless, low cut in the front and somewhat in the back. It clung to her like a fine leather glove. I felt a stirring in my crotch just looking at her.
The dinner that came with this deal was served about ten minutes later. "Looks like we got here in the nick of time." she said.
"I would have hated to miss it, I am starving!"
"At least it isn't being made by the same airline-flying-food company that runs our cafeterias."
She had a point. We ate and talked some. When the dishes were cleared away, we got up to get a drink and mingle. There were about a hundred people here for this event, we both wanted to go and see a few other friends.
It was almost an hour later that we both arrived back at the table. We had consumed a few drinks and danced with a few friends and just wanted to sit down for a while. "Having fun?" I asked her as she sat down.
"Yea, a great time. I love these sort of things."
"This is a dark little corner, I wonder what all you could get away with if you had a date with you back here."
"You could probably just about screw back here and no one would be able to see you."
The band started a slow song. Just the kind to hold your partner close. "Would you like to dance?" I asked her.
"That sounds nice. I have danced with a few of the guys tonight, but not you. Too bad your wife didn't come, she could have had a great time."
"Probably, but she never will." Out on the dance floor she moved in close to me and I put my arm around her. I couldn't detect a bra across her back and began to wonder if she had one on. She was small breasted, and sometimes didn't even wear one to work. On the days she didn't, I got hard just knowing she didn't. There was something about her that I found very erotic. As we danced she snuggled in closer and I could feel her stiff nipples poking at my chest through that dress and my shirt. I loved it and was getting hard just dancing with her and feeling her nipples poking me. Towards the end of the song we were dancing close enough that I had one foot in between hers. She must have been feeling the drinks, as she pushed her pelvis up against mine. There wasn't any way she could not have felt my hard-on. I slid my hand down her back - no bra strap. No wonder her nipples were sticking out so far. We turned so that her back was to the wall, and I slid my hand down over her shapely little ass and gently squeezed it. She must have had thong undies on as it felt like there was nothing over that shapely little bottom but the dress. This little bit of knowledge only made me harder.
