I was coming up on my second year working for the company that led me to move out East, and before I knew it, we were getting ready for what would be my second holidays/X-mas party with them. Office parties usually suck—at least the few I had been to. They're always just you, your co-workers, and their significant others sitting around, drinking cheap booze, eating prime rib, and trying to talk about something other than work while ending up doing exactly that because you have nothing else in common.
My first one there wasn't all that bad, I guess. It was all those things, but since my adventure canoeing with Nick, we had become fuck-buddies, and after the party began to wind down we went back to his place and had a lot more fun on our own.
This one, on the other hand, was going to be different: the company was doing well, and I think wanted to show it off a little. They moved it to a small ski resort an hour or so out of town and sprung for better alcohol and even filet mignon—or so we had heard. Either way, having it at a resort and further way was great because it meant that we could get rooms, get as intoxicated as we wanted, and have some real fun.
Unfortunately, Nick was unable to attend this one due to a new job (more on that in PT.2). I was pretty bummed about it but happy for him, and figured I would simply make the best of it. I didn't have many friends at work—not that they had anything wrong with them; I got along with almost everybody, but didn't know many outside of it. Luckily, I did have Charlotte, so I knew I would have at least one person to hang out with at it.
Char and I decided to drive to it together so when the day of the party finally came I went to her place to pick her up. It was requested that everyone dress up for the party—the men in ties, and the women in dresses—and I had on my one suit which was gray with a black shirt and red satin tie and, in my own opinion, looking good. When I went into her apartment I found her in the first dress I had ever seen her in. It was also red; silky; incredibly tight with a deep, plunging neckline that practically went down to her bellybutton; and scandalously short.
She was in high heels, which I had also never seen her in before, and had on black leggings that were kind of like fishnets but not exactly. Instead of your typical crisscross type they were sheer nylon with intricate patterns cut into them. The whole outfit made her look exceptionally gorgeous and sexy, really showing off her body—though I'm not sure which part of it the most: her tits, or her ass. On one hand, her large breasts stretched the small amount of fabric covering them to its threshold, causing her clearly bra-less nipples to poke out while also giving her the Grand Canyon of cleavage, but on the other, the whole thing only just barely went past her butt cheeks. I thought it was pretty damn brave of her to wear to a work function of any kind but had to admit it was fucking hot.
"Hubba, hubba!" I said with a smile while waving my hand like a fan after she did a little spin to show off.
"You like my getup?"
"Most certainly! That dress is a knockout—and I really dig those stocking things, too."
"Thank you... I like them, myself—they're crotch-less, see?" she then pulled up her dress, showing me the opening in them as well as her freshly manicured, yet still thick bush.
"Yes, they are..."
"Wearing this kind of stuff always makes me so horny," she cooed, running a finger through her pussy. "we don't have time for a quick session before we go, do we?"
"I wish we did, but we really have to get going. You could always take care of yourself in the car on the way there," I kidded.
"I was already planning on that, silly," she laughed.
"Alright then; let's get going," I replied, knowing she was completely serious.
Before I go too much further, first a little about Char.
Charlotte—or Char as her friends call her—worked in the IT department with me as my supervisor, and we hit it off quickly. She was kind of a geek: really into computers, video game addict, loved D&D, and had a somewhat over-the-top fascination with professional wrestling—something I would come to understand later on. I was almost immediately drawn to her, and we became close friends after just a short while.
Physically speaking, she was around 5'3'', was always dying her hair one color or another, kept herself in great shape, had smallish hips with an amazingly cute ass, and absolutely enormous tits.
And I do mean enormous.
She had told me her cup size once, and they were something beyond double D's. I don't remember if she said they were double E's or F's or whatever, either way, they were fucking huge! She also wore those old timey, librarian type of glasses which I find to be very sexy on the right girl, and she was one of them. She was just super adorable and awesome in every way, with a very pretty face, and even better personality.
In many ways she was the perfect woman for me, but our company had a very strict policy about employees dating when one had authority over the other. Not that it mattered that much. At that time I was really only into guys, having just begun my newly liberated, man-fucking, sexual life. It was so new and exciting; all I wanted was penis, and as much of it as I could get.
We had started going out for drinks following work not long after I started, and on one night after getting up some liquid courage, I told her so. It was a big step for me, being the first time I had told anyone—other then some one with a cock I was about to play with, obviously.
"Yeah, I know," she replied to my utter and vainly concealed shock.
"How?"
"It's not really that hard to tell. Especially with how you and Nick are when you are around each other."
I nearly spit out my drink. "What?"
"Oh, don't worry or anything; it's not obvious—at at least not to most people—and your secret is safe with me," she said, trying to calm my nerves. "I've just known a number of gay guys over the years, so my gaydar is probably a little more fine-tuned than most.
"Okay," I stammered, apparently reduced to one word sentences, but beginning to regain my composure.
Char and I had already chatted a little about sex on other nights out together but kept it civil and not too personal. I think that my coming out to her let her really open the floodgates, and boy did she ever!
"Plus, I'm always looking out for it," she went on after taking a drink, "I'm super into man on man sex—all those cocks! Great big ones getting sucked and licked, sexy asses getting ate and fucked. I love everything about it, especially all the cum!"
"I suppose there is twice as much with gay sex," I kinda joked, not entirely sure what to say.
"Oh, my God, yes! Absolutely!" she laughed. "Ans I fucking love it—the feel of it, the way it looks when it squirting out of a hard dick, or when it's super thick and creamy and just pours out. I utterly adore the smell of it, too. And the taste? My lord! It's gotta be the best tasting thing in the world! I mean I'm like a junkie... A jizz junkie"
"Same here..." I half laughed with her, having no idea how to add to all that. "That must be why we get along so well—we're both complete cum whores."
"Must be—I know I am—fuck, I'm getting a little wet right now just talking about it."
Beside our nearly fanatical lust for semen, Char and I found we were truly kindred spirits, and after that night became closer and closer as friends. We even started hanging out together at each anothers place on the weekends, playing video games, talking, or cuddling up on the couch while watching movies and TV shows. It was great having a good friend to spend time with, but I'll never forget one night, in particular, when things slightly changed:
We were at her place, in our pajamas, and spooning while watching the show Spartacus. If you've never seen or heard of it, I'll just say that it's a show about ancient Rome and gladiators, and certainly doesn't shy away from graphic nudity—including a lot of dick.
"Fuck, this show turns me on," Char whined. "All that hot, sweaty beefcake..."
"You like the beefcake, do ya?" I teased her.
"Hell, yeah! Why do you think I'm so into wrestling?"
I guess that finally solved that mystery.
As we continued watching, I noticed Char ever so slowly—and I'm sure she thought slyly—put her hand down her pants and begin to play with herself.
"Whatcha' got going on down there?" I asked after letting her go for a bit.
She completely froze. "Nothing..."
"Nothing, huh?" I snickered.
"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed in exasperation. "This fucking show just gets me so hot, and for real—is it just me, or is it like a thousand degrees in here?"
"It might be close to that," I joked.
"Ha, Ha, very funny, but I'm not kidding; I don't know if my pussy is just that wet, or if it's sweat, or both—either way, I'm fucking drenched down there."
"Oh, I'm only teasing you..." I said and looked down; she wasn't even exaggerating! The crotch area of her pink PJ bottoms was completely soaked through. "Wow! You aren't kidding!"
"I told ya so! I need to get up and change," she pouted.
"Oh, whatever—this is your place—if you're that horny then go ahead and masturbate to your hearts content, and if you're hot then take off any amount of clothing you want—I won't mind."
"Well, thank you for permission to do what I want in my own home," she chided me. "And I'm sure you wouldn't mind, but I'm not going to just sit here in the nude with you next to me fully clothed—I'd feel weird."
"Then I'll take my clothes off, too."
Char grabbed the remote and pressed pause. "So, are you suggesting we both get naked, then? A bit of I'll-do-it-if-you-do-too?"
I thought we were just playing around around, but it began to dawn on me that she might be serious. "I don't know..."
I can't say the idea didn't intrigue me. Not so much for the chance of sex or whatever, but if anything, a chance to finally see those humongous boobs out in the open—just to put an end to their mystique.
"Well, it's not a terrible idea... And it's not like were going to fuck..." she said more to herself than anything while contemplating. "Completely naked?"
"Don't ask me," I shrugged. She most definitely was serious, and I began to question whether or not I actually wanted to completely expose myself to her—titties or no titties.
"You're not scared to, now, are you?" she asked, mocking me a little. "It was your suggestion, after all."
"No!" I declared, confidently. I wasn't about to let her question my guts.
"All right, completely naked it is!" she replied, excitedly. "How about we play a little game of I show you mine, you show me yours?"
I was committed by then and couldn't believe I even questioned myself, almost giving up the chance to see such a ravishing woman totally nude. "I love it! Who's going first?"
"I'll start—if I don't take off something soon, I'm gonna die of heat stroke."
Char and I separated and sat with our backs against the armrest of her couch, taking our separate corners.
"You ready?" she asked.
"Sure am."
"This is going to be sooo much fun!"
Char naturally started with her shirt and was already in the habit of not wearing a bra when we relaxed together so when she peeled it off the two most beautiful breasts I have ever seen dropped out. They were bigger than I had even imagined, having large, pinkish nipples and rather small areolas. It might sound like a bit of a cliché, but they really were close to the size of watermelons.
