The Holiday Party 2006

Every year, my company puts on an all out holiday party. Renting out a fancy restaurant for the night, providing free Ubers, an open bar, and great food. It's a plus one, but with formal attire event. I'm wearing a sleek dark gray suit, white dress shirt, black tie, and shoes... it brings out the gray in my beard. I tell you, I want you in something sexy that hangs slightly above the knee, with a little cleavage. I'm in the mood to make people jealous.

We uber to the restaurant. flirting and eyeing each other the whole way. When we arrive, there is music, the atmosphere is ambient and the lights are perfectly dimmed. There are a lot of private spots in hallways, booths, bathrooms, and corners. As you take in the sight and people, I can't stop looking at your legs, you catch me several times ogling you. Complainanting you on how incredible you look. We get drinks at the bar, mingle, and I rub up against you a little on the dance floor. Putting my hands on your hips, pulling you towards me.

When they announce dinner is being prepared, they escort everyone to the dining room. I grab your hand and we duck into a private four-person booth with tall seat backs, off the main walk from the kitchen. No one across from us and very little foot traffic. It feels like the perfect private spot. My eyes are looking at you, so hungry for what's under your dress. There's music in the background, and the sounds of the restaurants and other people talking fill the air.

Just when we think we're alone, another couple slides into the booth. Clearly tipsy from the bar and slightly oblivious we are there. Damnit.. you hear me say. You lean over and whisper to me. What's the matter? I hesitate and smile and say... that's my boss and his wife.

I look at them and then you and say, well we might as well get to know each other better. We start to make small talk as they bring wine to the table and everything is chatting. I ask if they'd like wine and they say yes. I reach across the table for the bottle, going out of my way to brush my arm across your chest. You think for sure it must be an accident, looking at me, as I overfill their glasses.

We start to drink. introduce each other, stories are told, and we laugh. and then at some point, they slouch back in their seats, seemingly in their own little bubble, unaware that I was in the middle of talking. I leave them to their own talk and tilt my head over to your ear and quietly ask, are you wearing panties tonight?

At first, you're embarrassed that I asked with my boss 2 feet from us. Then I say, I just can't stop thinking about what's under your dress. You're not sure you want to answer me. I give you a second and ask again, are you? You seem a little uneasy, but you answer, Yes.

I grin... and leaning back over to your ear, say... Take them off. It's a command and I don't leave any doubt about it. Leaning back over to my seat. Staring, sipping on my wine.

You look at me shocked, like theres no way I just said that. But I look at you and nod my head and you see me mouth the words without saying them... take them off!

You are unsure for a minute but then you start to inch your panties off under your dress. Scooting them down to your knees, and then letting them fall to the floor around your heels.

I whisper, now lean down and give them to me. You almost gasp out loud because of the bold demand. Then I knock your fork onto the floor under the table causing a commotion. My boss looks over and asks if everything is ok. I apologize for being clumsy and say it's just a little accident. You smile and say there's no problem, you're just going to pick the fork up and then lower under the table to get it, while at the same time, removing your panties from around your heels.

You bring the fork back to the table. I have my hand out next to you under the table. You look at me and then put your panties in my hand. I squeeze them in my fist making a ball. I raise my hand to my nose smell them and then make a comment to the whole table... gesturing to my boss.. I just love the way this restaurant smells, don't you? It makes me so hungry. Everyone agrees.

What started as shocking, is now starting to turn you on. That someone would boss you around for their own pleasure.

I put my hand under the table and put your panties in my pocket and then look at you and say. Those belong to me now, if you're a good girl you can get them back at the end of the night. Those words start to make you wet. I can see it in your eyes.

I put my hand under the tablecloth, and find your knee. I move an inch up your leg and you put your hand around my wrist and try to slow me down as I move another inch up.

My boss's wife is telling an old story about how the company started, we're both smiling and nodding along but I couldn't care less, as I move up another inch, each time you push my wrist back.

Until you feel my fingers slide under your dress on the inside of your thigh. I'm very gentle until you release my wrist. Brushing my fingers back and forth, giving you a second to grasp what I'm about to do to you in a public place.

I can hear you take a deep breath in, and then I let my fingers rub over your clit. Up and down. I can feel you're a little wet as I start to make a circular motion with my fingertips.

I slide one finger inside you, forcing you to part your legs a little. I slide them In and out, over and over, slowly. Then two fingers, forcing you to scoot closer to the edge of the seat. straighten your back.

The appetizers are brought to the table, and with my fingers inside you, I take one of the plates from the waiter and sit it in front of us. Everyone takes a few and the conversation continues, like nothing is going on. Most people at this party are already drunk or buzzed, the low light, and the music, all helping to conceal our play.

You're starting to make my fingers wet as I motion them back and forth inside you. I can feel you to start to give in and want to be played with as your legs loosen and you spread them apart.

I pull my fingers out and raise my hand to my mouth and lick my fingers crudely like I must have got sauce on them. My boss looks at me and mistakenly thinks I ate an appetizer and ask, how is it? I smile and say, It's the best tasting thing I've ever put in my mouth! He agrees and I boast, Honestly If I had your permission, I could skip dinner and just keep eating this. He smiles and says, you have my permission! I turn my head back towards you and whisper and say, see, my boss gave me permission!

I put my hand back on your knee lifting the edge of your dress, and start to slide it up your leg again, this time you spread your legs wider. inviting me further up your thigh.

I move a little closer to you, and snuggle into your shoulder, placing my whole hand on your pussy. I gently squeeze for a second and then let go. The second time, I squeeze harder, looking at you while I grab your pussy, I lean closer and whisper, now I expect you to be a good girl and get off for me. But you better be quiet so no one hears. You just look at me and nod yes. Anxious someone is going to catch us excited that someone might not

I let go and slide two fingers back inside you. Moving them in and out, faster this time.

Waiters and customers walk past the table. My boss and his wife are ignoring us, we're just sitting in the low light of the restaurant while others are unaware. My thumb starts to circle your clit and you start to breathe a little faster, your hips starting to move back and forth.

You put your hand around my wrist like you're trying to control it like a vibrator. Holding me firm and squeezing. I keep going. You're starting to drip on my hand and the seat. I can tell you're turned on and don't want me to stop.

You take one deep breath and as your eyes start to roll back in your head you close them and breathe out slowly.

I watch your face as your bottom lip starts to quiver so you have to bite it, then I see you give in as your lips turn pouty and eyes look needy. Your shoulders slump just slightly and I can tell you're starting to cum. feeling your legs, twitch under the table.

I watch as you try to control your face, finding it so hot that while you get off, the other people at the table don't even know what your cum face looks like even when it's right in front of them.

As you finish, the waiter brings our food to the table and starts to sit it down and you gasp and say, it's so good!

My boss's wife looks at you and pauses, then smiles and says. I know this restaurant is so good, isn't it!