It was the perfect way to celebrate his birthday. Josh loved nothing more than enjoying a good time with friends, and he was everyone's favorite at the office, so it was natural that a group of us would take him out to the local watering hole when that special day rolled around.
I might as well admit that I'd had a huge crush on Josh ever since I came to work at the advertising firm. But it was a secret crush, one that I'd always managed to keep under control, hidden behind a combination of professionalism and harmless office banter. Josh was one of the firm's top-producing executives, and my job was to provide admin support to him and three other executives - Josh being by far my favorite.
There was always just the right blend of respect and banter, and he never demanded the impossible. It didn't hurt that he was also incredibly handsome: mid-40s, tall and athletic, with salt-and-pepper hair and big blue eyes.
I could guess that he found me attractive as well, from the occasional glance he stole when he thought I wasn't looking. Those glances were often towards my perfect breasts, and on more than one occasion I'd felt his eyes on my tight ass as I walked out of the room. Of course, he didn't have to feel bashful about gazing into my big green eyes as we talked, or watching me pull my fingers through my long brown hair.
He was the one who'd hired me, after all, as an intern during my final year of college. In the year or so since, we'd developed an effective working relationship, and I'd even say we'd become friends, but I could tell there was definitely a line he wasn't going to cross, and so I respected that line as well, even though there were many days I left the office hot and bothered, dreaming about what could be.
Anyway, back to the birthday outing. The plan was to close up the office at 5, walk the few blocks to Callahan's, enjoy a few drinks and share stories of Josh the Great, as he'd asked we call him for the evening. Had to be a charming guy to pull that off, right?
"So, Madison, you coming, or what?"
It was Britney who was nagging me to turn off my computer and get out the door. She was the slightly obnoxious 19-year-old receptionist for the firm, who did her job well but had always gotten under my skin for sharing a few too many of her sexual exploits every time we found ourselves in a private conversation.
"Yes, just a sec, here I come."
The walk to Callahan's was a typical Britney experience. "So, Madison, did I tell you about the guy I met last week?"
"Um, no, I don't think so?"
"Well, we met at the gym, and after we both finished our workouts, we totally made out in the locker room."
"Yikes, really? Oh, look, here we are at Callahan's already. Darn, I guess you'll have to tell me the rest another time."
Before Britney could respond, we walked into the pub and were greeted by a round of boisterous hellos from the executives who'd managed to cut out of work early and were already a drink or two ahead of us.
"Hey, Madison," Josh hollered over the din of celebration, "great that you could make it, I was hoping you would help me celebrate my birthday!" Then, as an afterthought, "Oh, hey, Britney."
It was one of the things I'd always appreciated about Josh, that he seemed as unimpressed by Britney's immature behavior as I was.
"Hi, Josh," I greeted him with a hug, then took the lemon drop he offered me. "Aww, how sweet, you remembered!"
"Of course, Madison! A true gentleman always remembers the favorite drink of a beautiful young woman," he said, clinking our glasses together.
I smiled and tried not to blush, responding, "well, happy birthday, Josh! So, if I can ask, how old are you this year, anyway?"
"This year is the big 4-5, if you must know!"
"Wow, do you realize what that means?" I paused, re-thinking the numbers in my head, since I never trusted my ability to do math after a few drinks.
"That I'm another year closer to 50?"
"No, silly, that you're exactly twice as old as me!"
"Hmm, not depressing at all, then!"
"No, really, today is six months from my birthday, I'm exactly 22 ½ today!"
"Wow, that is something."
His comment was innocuous enough, but I felt his eyes moving over my body as I stood next to him. It was time for me to stretch my legs before I went weak in the knees. I made a point of mingling. There were games of pool to watch, some darts being thrown badly by a pair of drunk guys from accounting, and a few drinks and an hour or so later, I made my way back to the table where Josh was still the center of attention.
Just as I sat down, Britney, who had been off somewhere, no doubt up to something with someone, arrived back at the table, one of the pub's waitresses trailing behind her, carrying something on a tray.
"Hey, everyone, attention please, I'm ready to present Josh with his birthday present!"
"Oh, Britney, you didn't have to get me anything, really!"
"It's just something I thought you'd appreciate - a blow job!"
The table went silent, all eyes on Britney as she dropped to her knees in front of Josh's chair. Her exploits were just famous enough that I think everyone present - especially in our state of collective tipsiness - thought she just might do it. We all let out a sigh of relief when the waitress made clear what Britney meant, by setting the shot glass on the table next to the kneeling slut.
Britney put her hands behind her back, bent to pick up the shot glass in her teeth, and whipped her head back, swallowing all but a bit of the whipped cream, which ended up on her upper lip until she playfully licked it clean with her tongue.
The silence became deafening until Josh finally broke it with his usual unflappability.
"Well, Britney, I have to say, that was probably a bit of a relief for everyone at the table! Really thought you were going to take that all the way for a second there!"
"Aww, come on, that's always been one of my favorite jokes."
I smiled at Josh as he glanced in my direction, obvious relief on his face, and winked at me. As crass as Britney's trick had been, it did turn me on, because I daydreamed that it was me on my knees in front of Josh, taking his cock into my mouth. I excused myself and hurried off to the ladies room to splash a little water on my face.
Dirty thoughts raced through my head as I took a few moments to myself. Should I make a move? Should I just go home? As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed that my hardening nipples were visible through the fabric of my blouse, and I could feel the warmth growing between my legs, just at the thought of pursuing something with Josh.
As I walked back into the bar, I noticed that most people from our group had left, leaving only Josh and a few other random guys from the office still sitting at the big table.
"Well, Josh, this was fun! If I'm going to catch the last train, I'd better head out."
"Oh, I can't let you leave here alone. My car's just around the corner, I'd be happy to give you a ride."
"Sure, if it's not too much trouble, that would be great, thanks!"
"No trouble at all," he replied with a smile, and we headed out into the chill night air, my nipples now pressing against my bra even more with the combination of cold and excitement.
"So," I said as we got into his car, "that was quite a stunt Britney pulled, huh?"
"Well, you know Britney, she doesn't always make the best decisions."
Now or never, I told myself. "Yeah, if you're going to offer a guy a blow job on his birthday, it had better be the real thing."