Stocking Stuffers 1

I saw him across the room. He was tall and handsome and dark. Well, I mean, on paper he was tall and handsome and dark. But really he was the IT manager at my job. And this was the company Christmas party. He had thick rimmed glasses and a shy smile and big brown eyes. He was friendly and helpful. I love a helpful man. The only problem was he had no idea who I was.

To be fair, I was Marissa's plus one. She worked in the front office in the HR department and I was her roommate. She didn't have a boyfriend right now because she was between affairs. She had a tendency to like married men and they had a tendency to not leave their wives. But never mind all that. She said that Johnathan wasn't married. In fact, she had never even heard of him mention a girlfriend and he never seemed to be in a rush to leave the office, even on holidays. From what Marissa could tell, he was single, single, single. Badly single.

Hmm, single. Like me. So single. Painfully single. I thought about my over-loved vibrator tucked into my panties drawer at home and how the motor on it was going out. I would have to order a new one. I was browsing the different models on various websites earlier that day imagining how each one would feel pressed against my clit, being inserted deep into my pussy and crammed against my cervix. I had seen some of the newer models being highly recommended.

Damn. I got distracted and now I had lost him in the crowd and I was shifting uncomfortably in my seat. Marissa looked up from her drink and noticed my discomfort. "Are you ok? Do you wanna go?"

I forced a smile and responded, "No no... I guess these chairs are just a little uncomfortable!" I hoped she believed me. And now I was a little worried about getting up. I had decided for sure not to wear panties with this tight-fitted body on dress. It was leopard print and clung to my ample curves. I was. By no means a thin woman, but I was decidedly voluptuous. I had perky D-cups that spilled over the neckline of the dress and an ass so big it left me perching on the edge of the folding chairs they rented for the venue. I was gifted with round features looking doll-like with porcelain skin and blue eyes, blonde hair, small waist and wide hips. My legs were thick but shapely and ended in beautiful candy apple red stilettos, shiny and patent leather. I was dressed to the nines. I'm not sure what I expected to happen tonight. But I knew that I wanted something to happen. I was so bored of being single. I missed the feeling of a man's fingers spreading me open and his tongue thrusting deep inside me.

GIRL STOP. Oh my god, you're in the middle of a party and now you've probably left a wet mark on the chair upholstery, I chided myself. I needed to focus and my distraction was getting in the way. Where did this Johnathan go?

There. I spotted him. He was nervously standing by the punch bowl looking like he was lost and browsing the pastries. Nothing seemed appealing, apparently, because he just kept standing there and looking around. Marissa elbowed me in the side, "Look at him. He's so awkward! I mean, don't get me wrong... he's really nice. But I doubt he has been laid in years. I mean years and years. I have never seen him ask anyone out." She paused. She looked at me. "Hey, now that I think about it I haven't seen you going out on any dates in a long time, either. When's the last time YOU got laid?"

I shifted uncomfortably again. And crossed my curvy, thick legs. Then uncrossed them. Then crossed them and noticed that my thighs squeezed my swelling clitoris between my full labia. "It's been a while, Rissa. I dunno if we need to discuss it here, do we?" But my eyes were on Johnathan. He looked... lonely? Shy? Easy?

"You should go talk to him. Give him a little Christmas cheer and get your own stocking stuffer along the way," Marissa giggled. "It wouldn't be the first time people have hooked up at a company Christmas party."

That was true. I guess that was all I needed to hear because before I knew it, I was out of my seat and striding across the reception hall toward Johnathan. I glanced back only briefly to check my seat. No wet spot, whew. But I did catch Marissa's shit-eating grin. She would want to hear all about it later. The details. Was he good? What's he look like? Are his fingers as fast in your pussy as he types? Because he types very fast.

"Hi!" I squeaked out a greeting, which was so uncharacteristic of me. Normally, I would classify myself as confident and even sexually aggressive. I'm no stranger to hitting on men first, being the first to initiate. But here I was, feeling nervous for some reason. Maybe it was because it had been such a long time. I could feel my pussy swell and throb once, a little push of encouragement.

"Oh, hi! I'm Johnathan. You must be Marissa's friend. I saw you sitting next to her."

"Yeah, I'm her roommate. And best friend." I stalled out. He was much hotter up close. Like, from a distance he had that cute, doughy nerdy look to him but up close he had thick veins running over the backs of his wide hands, thick fingers. He had meaty forearms and was taller than he looked from across the room. I could see the bulge straining against his pants zipper and he wasn't even hard. Who was this guy? What was he hiding?

"I work with Marissa," he said trying to make conversation but his hands fiddled nervously with a yogurt-covered pretzel.

"Yeah, I know. She said you don't have a girlfriend."

I stopped, shocked. Oh my god. I did not just blurt that out. What the fuck was wrong with me?? I started to feel the heat rise to my cheeks, turning my pale complexion pink like I had had too much wine.

He smiled. "You know, that's true. I guess I just haven't met the right kind of person." But he gave me a long, long stare. His eyes roved over my white breasts pushing out over the top of the bra, the only thing holding them back from straining the dress bodice. He looked down my silhouette and hips, lingered a little on the very short hem of my dress and dripped down my legs to my shoes. He took his time.

I shivered. "It is... uhh... difficult to meet the right kind of people, isn't it?" I was nervous. Certainly this wasn't me. I was usually so confident. I needed to remember that about myself. "But I don't know, you seem like you could be the right kind of person. I mean, for a lot of people. I bet you get hit on all the time."

"I actually don't. This is kind of refreshing, actually!" He gave a shy smile and r drained his punch and refilled it.

"I'm glad I could be a refreshment, then. Hopefully better than the punch!"

He nervously laughed. "The punch is terrible isn't it?" He drained another small punch cup and refilled it, fidgeting.

"It is! But.... You know that's alcoholic, right?"

"Is it??" He looked shocked. "I never even tasted it."

"Ha ha... how many have you had?"

"Oh man... like 8 now?" He groaned.

"You're definitely going to feel that in the morning," I laughed softly. "Are you staying at the hotel tonight? Marissa and I rented a room."

"No, I had intended to drive ho---" as he was attempting to fill his ninth glass of punch, drinking whatever was in his hand was a nervous tick, he spilled it all down the crisp white shirt he wore. "Oh no!"

"Oh my gosh!" I jumped back to avoid the splash zone. And then laughed and laughed. He really was as socially awkward as Marissa had said. But it was cute. Like, a really endearing and authentic cute. "Hey, I know this might be too forward but do you wanna come upstairs to the room to get cleaned up? I'm sure we can wash that out."

"I guess I better. I just bought this shirt, too!"

I took him by the hand and led him away. He was already starting to look a little warmed up from the alcohol. But he had a strong tolerance, it seemed, because he was far from drunk. We got on the elevator and there was silence. I looked at him. Alone, away from the music and crowd I could feel my body screaming at me to jump his bones. He was so hot. And cute. And vulnerable and that fucking bulge... I wanted it. He stared back at me. I could see the lust in his eyes. He wanted to throw me against the wall and have me right there in the elevator. Hike my skirt up, force himself deep inside me and----DING!

The elevator arrived at my floor and we stepped off. Our room was down towards the end of the hall and a fished around in my bra for the keycard. Johnathan attempted to look away but couldn't as more than was polite of me was exposed trying to find where the card had slid off to. The bulge in his pants began to grow. I found it and held it up triumphantly before swiping it against the door. The red light turned green and I heard the click. This was.... Really going to happen. I was positive that he had not come up here to rescue his shirt.

The lamp was left on and my suitcase was sitting on one of the queen beds, opened. My giant dildo flopped half out of the unzippered top, black lacy lingerie thrown on the bed, my make up and perfume on the vanity. It smells like woman. The smell of soap, sweet lotions, soft floral perfumes.

I turned around and saw him staring at my bed, then me, then the bed. "Looks like you have come prepared for a good time." He grinned with beautiful white teeth and glittering brown eyes.

"I always come prepared," I said. There was a brief pause. This was too long. My clit pulsed and I could feel my wet pussy soaking through, making my thighs rub together. I grabbed him and threw him on the bed. I crawled on top of him, feeling the hardness of the bulge in his pants pressing against my thigh as I straddled him.

He looked surprised, but pleased, and did not protest. I paused for a brief moment, peeling my dress off from the bottom hem, turning it inside out. My black lace bra was completely transparent. My pale pink nipples showed through, getting hard and pressing against the stretching lace. He grabbed my tit and I just melted into him. That felt so good. It really had been too long. I threw my dress aside and it was apparent that I was never wearing any panties. My wet lips pressed against his pants leaving delicious drips on his fly. I couldn't help but grind my hips.

His breath caught in his throat as he squeezed a nipple between his finger and thumb. It hardened. Cute. The size of a pencil eraser. Perfect. On a full, perky breast. He reached up under the underwire and lifted it away from my breasts, but the tension pushing against the soft flesh and forcing the nipples skyward and making them even more sensitive. He sat up suddenly and wrapped his mouth around one of my breasts and sucked. Jesus Christ.... Fuuuuuuck.... I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me and shivered.

The bulge underneath his pants was rock hard. Almost painful. I scooted down a little and undid the button and zipper. He threw me upwards against his chest, my breasts dangling into his face, partially smothering him while he wiggled his pants off. He continued to suck my nipples. The heat rose to my cheeks and I moaned softly into his hair.

"You're so hot," I breathed helplessly as he kicked his pants to the side and forced my hips back down onto his lap. I felt his dick slide between my lips as I sat up. It jumped against me, throbbing and hot. He was huge. So thick. And so hard. I would never have suspected him of packing so big a dick. I was a little unsure I could handle it, always being on the smaller side. Most of my previous partners were considerably smaller.

"Thank you," he said and bucked his hips causing his shaft to drag against my clitoris. I needed him inside me now. I popped up my ample ass into the air and came back down, scooping his cock up inside me and sank down. His eyes rolled back and he sucked in his breath. I shuddered. It had been so long. Too long. Far too long.

I couldn't control myself any longer. I ground myself against him. I could feel his thick cock filling me up deeper, and deeper, the head crammed against my cervix and stretching me. So this is what all the size queens were on about. No wonder. I bounced up and down on him, straining my thighs and lifting my ass higher than I had ever had to before. I found myself falling forward and he sucked my ample breasts, grabbing them roughly with his hands to hold them still while I rode him. Each stroke was heaven and each time I drove him deeper and deeper inside me, stretching me further.

He bucked his hips against me to help. He breathed heavily against my skin, his hot breath and firm hands. Oh god, I can't take it anymore. I cum hard. The juices of my pussy running down my thighs, dribbling down his shaft and over his balls. Dripping onto the bedsheets below. The deep satisfaction and pleasure consuming me. I could think nothing else, feel nothing else but his dick inside me giving me the best orgasm I have ever had.

Before I could even catch my breath he threw me off of him and onto the bed. "Doggy style," was all he said as he grabbed my hips and slammed them down onto his still hard dick. He thrust powerfully and deeply into my pussy. The orgasm I had had only made the sensations deeper. I was screaming with every thrust, "Yes! Oh god! Yes! Fuck! Yes! Yes!"

He growled as he furiously fucked me, slamming the headboard against the wall with each thrust. He grew faster and deeper until finally he screamed out, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!!!" He pushed himself deep against my cervix, stretching me out to receive his cum. I felt the hot liquid pour into me and fill me. I could no longer contain myself and orgasmed a second time, pulsing and tightening against his cock, squeezing him so hard cum pushed out around my lips and ran down my legs. He panted heavily, keeping his firm cock pushed inside me, balls pushing my labia aside. I sighed deeply.

"Oh my god.... That was fucking AMAZING!! You're incredible!!" I lay helpless and exhausted beneath him. Eventually he pulled out and his hot seed poured out and dripped onto the bed. I did not envy the cleaning staff that would have to wash these sheets tomorrow. He collapsed beside me, catching his breath.

"You're amazing. I've never felt a pussy like that before! You are so tight."

We lay there breathing and cooling off from the sweat and grinning at each other. Agreeing that, maybe, this should be a more regular thing. But for now, we have more than one stain to get out of his crisp white shirt.