This particular story was just for fun. If you are a fan of the old Mickey Spillane / Mike Hammer type of narration, then you'll get it!!
It also happens to be based on a real event in my life.
The Christmas Party
Don't you just hate those holiday office parties, where everyone acts as though they're so glad to see you and its hugs all around.
In reality you know most of them are there to kiss the boss's ass or to hook up with their secretary.
We all go for our own reasons and sometimes we just can't help but have a good time.
Maybe it's the crisp December air or the Christmas music that just fills my heart with the joy of the season.
Hell, let's be real, it's the three Jack & Cokes I've already downed prior to leaving the house.
Whatever it is, I get in my car and head to the party and hope that it won't be as bad as last year!
Ok, so this isn't starting off as bad as I thought. At least the company splurged for one of the nicer high-rise hotels in town and the girl taking coats at the door is a knockout.
I make a mental note that she's probably twenty years my junior and not in need of a forty something stocks trader working on his third marriage and looking for a one-night roll in the sack.
Ok, maybe not a roll in the sack, but at least a quickie on the copy machine. Oh yeah, that's right, we're not at the office this year. I'll just imagine it's a copy machine while I do her on the buffet table in front of all my co-workers.
"Damn! Get a hold on yourself man. She just opened the door and took your coat".
"Thank God she didn't actually speak to you".
I need a drink and I hear Jack calling from across the room. I hope Coke came with him, because they're the only couple I get along with anymore.
The music isn't half bad and it seems the staff did a pretty good job in putting this thing together.
There must be a hundred or so people here and I probably only know a handful of them.
I guess I should mingle and get a pulse of the room.
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It's not long before the drinks are flowing, and the dancing gets a lot friendlier.
I spy this couple sitting on a love seat beside the dance floor and she's got to be wearing the shortest skirt in the place. Pretty brave considering how cold it is out tonight, but who am I to complain.
She's got her legs crossed and the skirt's riding high on her thigh. Her man is facing her and slowly running his hand from the top of her "Fuck me pumps", to just underneath her skirt.
She catches my eye and smiles. She doesn't lower her gaze and even seems to invite me in with her eyes, all the while, his hand runs deeper under her skirt.
I tip my glass to her, and she rewards me by slightly parting her legs, exposing her thick dark bush. I'm unable to see anything below, as his fingers are buried there.
I introduce myself and ask to sit. They introduce themselves as Zane and Dana.
Zane says he'd shake my hand, but his is otherwise busy at the moment and we all have a laugh.
I'm not one to be surprised by many things and almost nothing shocks me, but the thought that they didn't stop what they were doing when I sat down caught me off guard.
Not because I had a problem with it. Quite the contrary, I was caught off guard because I found like-minded people in a small-minded place.
As we talked, Zane continued to stroke her. She smiles as I watch. I catch the scent of her in the air.
It's intoxicating. She talks about casual things and laughs at things that are said, but all the while she's getting closer and closer to exploding.
As we talk, she becomes quiet.
She grips the arm of the couch, her knuckles turning white. With glazed eyes, she stares at me, as if no one else were in the room. She grabs my hand and pulls it between her knees.
She parts her knees as she eases closer to the edge of the couch. With my wrist in a death grip, she pulls my hand closer to her.
Zane removes his hand, and she replaces it with mine. She closes her eyes, then lets out a low growl and as she does, she begins to shudder and fills my palm with her juices.
Our little show doesn't go unnoticed, but the smiles on their faces and some uncomfortable bulges lead me to think the witnesses didn't seem to mind.
I sit for a moment thinking of what an incredible thing has just happened and then as to what I would do with a palm full of her juices.
Without another thought, I look her in the eye as I rub the juices over her bush and lips and then turning my hand into a cone shape, I push my entire hand into her.
