I knew I was in for a good night as her nose brushed against my pubes, gloss pink puffy lips sealed around my shaft. Now, you may say any night which involves this is a good night, and you wouldn't be far wrong, but maybe I should back up a little bit. Not too far though, because this had got hot and heavy rather fast.
Less than an hour ago I'd been having a rather mediocre night at the bar, showing face at the work Christmas party and knocking back a few drinks with a group of people that ranged from ones I tolerated to those I casually despised. Then she'd strutted in and swayed over to our section. I barely recognised her, Carol the PA to our big boss. Now, you may ask how I didn't recognise my boss's PA: first, while he was my boss, I was project staff so was working under department managers rather than him day to day; second, and far more importantly, I'd never seen her like that before. Gone was the plain woman with the tied back hair, glasses and loose jumpers. In was a fluffed mass of bright blonde locks, pink lip gloss on plumped up lips and a body out of a calendar. As she stood at the bar I stared, gazing admiringly up her stocking clad legs being shown off by her short dress and high heels. I caught a glimpse of lace tops as she reached forward to collect her drink and my breath caught as I contemplated the perfect firm globes of her arse tightly covered by her little black dress. I'd say I met her gaze as she turned but my eyes were glued to her body, continuing to take it all the curves her baggy workplace attire hid. Far too late for subtlety I saw she'd spotted me and looked away, going back to my drink and returning my extremely vague attention to the conversation two colleagues were having next to me.
A few minutes of their drivel later I couldn't stand it anymore and turned away again, only to find her at my elbow. Her six inch heels brought her basically level with my 6' height and her blue eyes bored into me. She stepped close and whispered conspiratorially into my ear "the chat here sucks, want to dance?" Now, I'm normally no dancer but this was an offer I couldn't refuse, an escape from my colleagues with a hot arse and a voice that did things to me at the very word 'suck'.
She took my hand and led me to the little dance floor the bar had cleared (they knew that the work parties were there to drink but eventually someone would want to embarrass themselves). There we shuffled through a couple of poorly DJed songs and she took the opportunity to grind that epic arse into my crotch giving me a raging boner. My hands ran over her hips and thighs, pulling her tight against me. Maybe this party wasn't so bad after all, she seemed to be into it and I wasn't going to question why she'd chosen me. After a couple of enjoyable songs the DJ thought it was worth trying a floorfiller and she pulled me from the floor as the drunks descended. I let her lead me out onto the empty smoking terrace then drew her in for a kiss. As my lips brushed against hers she pressed against me. Her lips parted and our tongues twirled against each other. We parted with a smile and the lingering taste of her strawberry lip gloss. She stepped back in body moulding to mine as she mashed her lips onto me again, tongue forcing itself back into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand caressing her arse as the other snaked up into her hair and held her head. She moaned into the kiss as a grasped her arse firmly and I felt her nipples begin to poke I into my chest through her dress, cold and arousal making them stiff and erect. She slipped one hand between us and trailed her fingers over my crotch, feeling my growing bulge. As we separated I looked down, getting a good look at the cleavage pressed against my chest, the nipples now clearly standing proud through her dress. "Oh, I'm sorry, you didn't get a good look at them earlier did you?" She smiled at me.
"Not really, this was kind of distracting me," I said, lightly spanking her arse.
"Well, I was after a cigarette, but I think I've found something I'd prefer to smoke" she purred, continuing to caress my cock through my trousers "why don't we find somewhere more private so we can both take care of that."
We slipped back inside and headed for the toilets. Classy, no. But since when were work party hook-ups classy? We scoped out the place as we went and risked nicking the disabled toilet for our fun. I took a last glance around before following her to make sure nobody had clocked what we were up to. By the time I turned round from locking the door behind us she'd already shrugged off the shoulders of her dress, pulling it down to expose a pair of firm round globes tipped by protruding nipples. As I'd guessed by how much those nipples had been pressing through she wasn't wearing a bra, though a touch of lace teasing her underboob hinted at some form of quarter cup lingerie under there somewhere. She pressed herself back against me, our lips meeting and tongues dancing briefly. Her hand unzipped my trousers and disappeared inside to wrap her fingers around my shaft and pull it out. I shivered a little, her hands were still a little cool from our time outside but the sight before me and the sensations from her hand and lips on mine were more than equal to the challenge, my now free cock expanding in anticipation of the hot blonde's attention. She dropped to her knees while I undid my belt and slipped my trousers down a little to give her unrestricted access. She didn't hesitate, licking those plump pink lips and wrapping them around my still hardening shaft. She sucked me deep into her mouth straight to the hilt, her nose brushing against my pubes.
