The night has finally come. The annual company Christmas Party. The venue is beautiful. Big, and yet somehow very intimate. I am one of the first ones there, and have found the table I have been assigned. I gather a few before dinner drinks, and settle in, curious to see who will be my companions for the evening. As lots of couples begin to walk in, I begin to think that I am sitting at the "kiddie table". A few of my single associates have joined me, so apparently, the single people will be outcasts tonight? There is lots of funny comments about "us" being the outcasts of the company. I'm 35 years old, and never been married. Although I do date frequently, I have hit upon a dry spell lately. Let's just say that Labor Day was the last good weekend I had.
As my eyes continue to roam the room, I see her. I've seen her before, around the office., and have always felt my manhood stir. Tonight, she is wearing a red dress, with a thigh split, complimented by black nylons, and black "strappy" heels. Her brown hair is flowing down her back, ending just above the low cut of the dress's back. Her ample breasts are somehow firm and high, considering she's not wearing a bra.
She looks at the table assignment card in her hand, and to my amazement, looks in my direction. She catches my eye, and smiles. How is this goddess NOT married? All this time I have wasted by not introducing myself because I thought she had been taken. I already know her name is Lisa, but I have never bothered striking up a conversation with her. She strolls over, and we quietly introduce ourselves. The rest of the table are too busy talking to each other (there are now several males and females now), so I take the opportunity to stand, and slide her chair out for her to sit down. As she sat down, her dress rose up a little, and to my surprise, I could see the top of her stocking, and the clasp of a red garter belt. Before I knew it, she was looking into my eyes as I stared, and gently smiled. I immediately think my night has improved dramatically over what it started out as. Simply the glimpse of her stockings, thigh and garter belt was enough to pump blood into my penis.
As the night went on, and the drinks began to flow, we became very comfortable with each other. The conversation drifts from work and hobbies to personal lives It turns out, she has been separated for 5 months now, and this is the first time she has been out in months. She hasn't dated since her split with her husband, and of course my mind raced, and I wondered how HER needs were getting met then? Every woman has a vibrator, but nothing beats the opposite sex when we want our animal intentions met. Everybody can masturbate, but there are things only a woman can do to a man, and a man can do to a woman.
