1
Another business week was closing out. It was always hectic on Friday afternoons. No one wants to work over the weekend so there was always a mad scramble to finish work. It was these days that made desk work feel so dreadful. Not even Mondays compare to this. At least they give you no prospect of anything but work so you feel obligated to finish it without trying to get out.
This was the setting for Sara as she impatiently waited for the workday to close. It wasn't because she had plans this weekend. It was just that she didn't want to be here. Frantically finishing a monthly progress report, she glanced at the clock on the wall. It read 3PM. Still another two hours to go. Sara was hammering away at the keyboard so fiercely that she didn't even hear footsteps behind her.
"Working hard or hardly working?" quipped a man behind her.
Sara almost jumped out of her seat as she turned to face the man. It was her boss Steve. He was a man of only 30, college educated at a state school, and a former college athlete. Despite the success he had at this company he was still single. His favorite sports team was the local hockey team. These were the few and obviously very minor life facts she knew about him.
The other facts she knew about him were mostly related to his build and character. He was friendly to most of the office staff, always ready to flash a smile at any worker. His cheerfulness never wavered unless your work was up to snuff. Even then he made every attempt to teach you rather than berate you. Besides his personality, his college athlete days had left him with a very good body. A solid frame supported by rather muscular legs. His average height probably made everything seem more substantial than a man who had a couple more inches of height. Sara didn't know if he purposely hit the gym or if his old days simply kept his body intact. Neither option would have been particularly surprising.
"Sorry, sir, definitely working," Sara replied to Steve.
A second later they burst out laughing. Everyone in the office shared the same joke with Steve. He hated that phrase and always talked about his aspirations to work in a place where asking that question would get you punched in response. It was a waste of words in his opinion simply because it was entirely unfunny.
"That's good to hear. Listen, I've got to be quick since I have a meeting to attend in about two minutes, but there is an after work gathering at my house tonight. It starts at 9PM and you're invited. I won't take no for an answer. I'm providing the alcohol, but you can bring some small snacks if you'd like."
Sara froze for a second. She had never been invited to one of these parties before now. Her first instinct was to say no. Rumors always floated around the office about how the people who attended basically tried to turn it into one big college party. Whether or not they were true she didn't know for she had never talked to anyone who had actually attended.
The hesitation was clear in her voice as she said, "Yeah, I suppose I could make it. I don't have any other plans for tonight."
"Perfect. I'll see you at nine." He handed her a business card with his address and began walking away. He stopped momentarily and turned back for a second to finish with, "And wear something pretty."
Sara just blinked as he walked out of her cubicle. What did that mean? Couldn't he have just said to wear something nice? She returned to her work and within a minute was so lost in her work that his final words escaped her mind.
2
Although she was still apprehensive about attending, it wasn't like she had other plans for tonight. Or even this weekend she mused as she finished her dinner. It was a little after seven now and she was beginning to get ready for the party. All of them were pretty in her eyes which is why she had them. Others may feel differently about them, but her opinion mattered most to her.
Her first choice was a red strapless dress. It wasn't particularly fancy, but it was a good dress for most occasions. Unless this occasion was suppose to be super dressed up. Then it might not fit the bill.
Placing the red dress back, her attention swung to another of her favorites - a black sundress with white flowers on the shoulders. Every person has a different opinion on whether or not a sundress truly counted as a dress. Sara didn't count them as dresses simply due to how much more comfortable she felt in them. You can't put a price on comfort and Sara certainly didn't either. But she always felt that most dresses were uncomfortable while sundresses were quite freeing.
Before trying it on, she admired her body in the mirror. Her face was pretty and tight, still obviously young, and quite tan from her time spent outdoors working in her garden. Her entire frame was slender which was accentuated by her smaller tits and ass. As her mother always said, the women in their family were not genetically gifted with triple D's and bubble butts. What they were blessed with was slender stomachs, arms, and legs as well as height. Sara stood at 5' 8'' and her mom was even taller at 5' 10''. It had always given her good reason to not bother with high heels which she found painful and awkward. Grace was also something which her family was not genetically gifted with.
One of the biggest guilty pleasures she always splurged on was silk panties. Public opinion usually lists them as a sexy commodity, but she enjoyed the feeling of soft, supple silk in her nether regions so much that they were always her first choice when she needed to feel confident. Tonight was one of those nights if only because of her apprehension of whether or not to go. Steve had said he wouldn't take no for an answer, but it's not like he could fire her over it.
Slipping on the sundress was easy enough. It conformed perfectly to her body, fitting perfectly to every curve. She looked herself up and down, did a small spin, then sat down on the couch in the living room and flipped on the TV to watch the news. It was almost an hour before the party by now. Steve's house was only a short drive away and she was never one to show up right as a party started. This gave her plenty of time to relax and wonder what one of these parties would be like.
3
Sara planned on arriving around 9:30, but there was unexpected traffic due to an accident on the highway which caused her to show up nearly half an hour late. There were plenty of cars already taking up the limited parking outside the house. Many of the cars were from midrange brands in far better condition than Sara's used foreign make from the mid-90's. It would be a stretch to call the car out of place, but it was probably one of the lower quality automobiles in the lot.
Seeing no available spaces, Sara parked in an open lot a block away. She got out of the car and walked down towards Steve's house. The area was quiet although as she got closer to the house, Sara began hearing some noise from inside. There was an attendant outside the door who looked quite similar to a bouncer. He had a clipboard in one hand and a walkie-talkie in the other and held a bored expression on his face.
"Name?" Came a disinterested grunt from him as Sara approached the door.
"Sara Stright."