I always enjoy our company's Christmas party. There's free food and booze, but best of all, the office girls squeeze themselves into their shortest, tightest, most revealing party dresses. It's a great opportunity for a grope of a girl's bottom or boobs, or even a hand up a short skirt when a girl's so saturated with Prosecco she hardly notices or cares and won't remember who took a chance with her the next day.
I was in the big auditorium with the party going full pelt, standing in a patch of gloom near the bar with one of my colleagues, Paul. We were watching the girls dancing under a glittering disco ball. Backsides were swinging and short skirts were flying up to the beat of the music, treating us to a display of bouncing boobs, legs and an occasional glimpse of panties. Paul and I were discussing the girls' assets and what we'd like to do with them, when a woman strolled up to us. Even in the gloom we realised it was our senior manager, Sonia. Our discussion instantly stopped.
Sonia's a sophisticated beauty aged about forty. She was in a classic "little black dress," almost backless, with her dark hair cascading down over her bare shoulders around the string thin shoulder straps, and her legs in sheer black nylons and high heels. She was wearing a pearl necklace that looked worth my monthly salary, but It certainly wasn't the pearls we noticed. Rather it was how her dress clung to the curves of her excellent figure and how low cut it was between her large breasts. She gave the two of us an under the eyelashes look as she sipped from her glass, and asked us if we were enjoying the party. Of course we were. Even if we weren't we wouldn't have dared say so to Sonia, our manager. Then it happened.
"Those girls' skirts are so short you'd think they were trying to show off their knickers," Sonia said, indicating with her glance the micro skirted girls dancing under the disco ball.
That certainly wasn't what we expected Sonia to say. But that was just the first of the surprises. Sonia stepped her high heeled foot up onto a bar stool. The action pulled her dress high up high, revealing a generous display of very shapely sheer black nylon clad leg.
"You don't think my dress is too short do you?" Sonia asked.
From where I was standing I could see up her dress. I saw bare thigh and realised she was wearing stockings. Neither Paul or I dared say a word. We were both too shocked.
"You like seeing girls' knickers don't you boys?" Sonia continued, followed by "Do you want to see my knickers? I've taken them off to show you."
With her leg still up on the stool Sonia opened her little clutch bag and pulled something out. She stretched it between her hands. It was a tiny black thong, the sides made of lace, the triangle of black cloth at the front barely big enough to cover a woman's full bush, and just a thong strap at the back. Paul and I just stared at the sexy garment. Sonia held out her thong to Paul, and he took it, still looking as if he didn't really believe this was happening.
Sonia momentarily swung her legs wide enough to show the dark patch of her bush between her legs. In the gloom and with the two of us so close around her the show was just for Paul and me.
"Like what you see boys? Go on! Touch me!" Sonia continued, with an edge of excitement in her voice.
The spell holding us paralysed was instantly broken. An order from a manager as senior as Sonia was not to be disobeyed, certainly not an order like that! Paul's hand started on her uplifted nylon clad knee and slid slowly up the inside of her thigh, disappearing under her dress on its way toward her cunt. I slid my hand up her dress from behind and stroked her stockinged leg. I lingered on the deliciously erotic boundary between stocking top and bare thigh, and my exploring hand found a suspender strap. I explored the soft smooth curves of her naked bottom and ran my fingers along the valley between her bum cheeks. She purred with pleasure when I reached my hand under her between her legs from behind for a feel of her pussy. My exploring hand met Paul's between Sonia's legs as we both fondled her cunt.
"Want to come with me for some fun?" Sonia asked.
She was the manager. It was an order rather than a request and it didn't take us long to decide. The three of us headed off down a corridor. In the gloom and the hubbub of the party no one would have seen what we were up to, and even if they had at that stage of the party no one would have cared.
She led us to the Boardroom. There was a long oak topped conference table surrounded by black leather executive swivel chairs. She locked the door behind us, strolled to the table and leaned back against it with her legs wide. She looked us both over.
"Get naked boys," Sonia ordered. "Show me what you've got!"
I got the picture. Sonia wasn't letting us forget she was the manager, the mistress in control, and she wasn't a woman to be argued with.
