The weather had finally turned and gone were the hot, bright, summer days, and now we had colder, wet autumn days, instead.
This is why, when it came to Anabelle's birthday party, we had to do it in the staff room.
Now, Anabelle, was a short, young woman, with short, bushy blonde hair down to her chin, and had, what looked like, a nice slim body, with a bit of big round rear, and a fairly nice plump chest too, under her uniform.
She was also, always cheery and nice to everyone, and eager to help, and pretty intelligent, and because of this, she was also one of the senior instructors, who had been at the centre, for a few years now.
So, when she asked to use the staff room for her birthday party, Tony, our manager, had no problem saying yes, as long as we didn't trash place, and cleaned up afterwards.
Anyway, on the night of her birthday party, we all gathered in the staff room, dressed in our better looking going out clothes, and with drinks, and nibbles, and a cake on a table, the party began.
Straight away, someone put some music on, and it was very much like a typical, friends and family style gathering, minus the family of course.
Then, for the next few hours, we drank, and chatted, and wished Annabelle a happy birthday every so often, and the whole thing was very formal, and nice.
But, then, as the evening went on, and the drinks flowed, the birthday girl was getting more and more tipsy, something most of us had never seen before, because Anabelle, was usually one of the more sensible, levelled headed colleagues, hence the reason she was a senior instructor.
But, here tonight, in front us, she was clearly enjoying herself a little too much, and getting pretty drunk.
Then finally, it came time to blow out the candles on her cake, and even though she could barely stand upright, without giggling and leaning on someone, she staggered towards the table, where the white cream covered cake, was sat.
We then started to sing happy birthday to her, and once we had, Annabelle then attempted to blow out the candles, which turned out to be more blowing a raspberry over the whole cake, than blowing the candles out, before someone then cried out "Make a wish!"
And Annabelle suddenly blurted out "I want to be creamed, like this cake!"
She then immediately began laughing hard, unable to stop herself, as the rest of us stood looking at her in disbelief, because we weren't sure, if she knew what she had just said.
"What?!" then someone asked, curiously.
Anabelle then turned to face us, and with a big drunk smile on her face, she said loudly and firmly "I want to be creamed! Like my cake!"
We all stared back at her in disbelief again, amazed she was really asking for what she was asking, and as I was beginning to wonder, if she actually meant something else completely different.
Then, she suddenly cried out excitedly "Come on! Cream me! Cream me! I want everyone to Cream me, for my birthday, yeah!"
Then, in her pretty red party dress, she dropped to her knees, tilted her head upwards a little, and with a big grin on her face, said "Come on guys! Who's first! I want your cream!"
Everyone stood silent for a moment, still slightly shocked, she was really asking for, what she was asking for, before finally, George, a big, tall young instructor, who started at the centre the year before I did, stepped forward, and with a grin on his face, said "Okay! If you really want it! I'll do it!"
He then moved towards her, and began undoing his trousers, and the rest of just stared on disbelief, as he then, stepped up to her face, as close as he could, before he pulled out his dick, and began tugging on it.
"Yes! Yes! Give me that cream! Cream me George! Cream me!" encouraged Anabelle drunkenly, before giggling happily again.
"Err... Annabelle, I really don't think this is a good idea!" Kerry then said worriedly, because she was her best friend, and one of the other senior instructors at the centre, and knew this was the sort of thing, the company didn't like us doing, or being associated with.
Annabelle then drunkenly replied "I don't care! It's my birthday, and I want to be creamed, on my birthday! So cream me George, cream me!"
George eagerly stroked his cock, trying to get it hard, and give her what she wanted, but after a minute or more, he was still struggling to get it fully up, probably because he was stood in front of everyone, with his dick out, tugging it off.
Anyway, after a little longer, he then said sheepishly "You might have to, give me a hand, here!"
"Alright!" replied Anabelle cheerily, and she leant forward, opened her mouth, and then clamped her little wet lips around his cockhead.
George instantly groaned in pleasure, as her little wet lips sunk onto his member, sliding down his semi hard length, before shooting back up, and then down again, and as Annabelle happily, drunkenly, started to suck him off, the rest of us continued to watch in disbelief, that this was really happening.
Anyway, it was, and that pretty drunk blonde, on her knees, in front of most of the people she worked with, continued to bob her head up and down on his dick, while he stroked the rest of his shaft into life, and pretty quickly, he grew to his full hard size.
From where I was stood, just off to the left, I could now see George had a pretty impressive thick, long dong, and once he was fully hard, he let go of it, and let Annabelle continue gobbling his cock.
For a good few minutes, George moaned and groaned as that, bushy blonde headed woman, who was so usually sensible and reliable, happily sucked on his hard dick, right there, in front of us, without a care in the world.
Then, finally, after a little longer, George began to moan louder, before he finally cried out "Oh god! Here it comes!"
Eagerly, Anabelle continued to suck on his member, like it was the best lolly she had ever had, until finally, George pulled his hard member from her hungry mouth, aimed it at her pretty little face, and with a mighty groan, began to cum.
"Oh yeah!" he exclaimed happily, as his white gooey cum, shot out of his cock, and splattered down onto that pretty blondes face.
Instantly, Annabelle began laugh, as big dollops of man cream rained down on her, and several other people began to cheer and clap, for his effort.