Christmas Party Hookup

For the last six months, I'd worked at an office for a computer science job. It was well paying, and the office space was mostly fine aside from one person. While I was at work, there was a member of our team that always rubbed me the wrong way. He was tall and conventionally attractive. He had sandy-colored hair, and he wore jeans and a polo shirt to work everyday. His name was Matt. However, I couldn't even escape him after the office because when I did my early morning run to the local gym in town, he was there lifting weights or practicing boxing.

Other than him, the new job went very well. And, we never got into a true altercation, but his vibe was simply weird around me. Sure, he was attractive, but he was also talkative and a bit too charming for his own good.

Tonight was different from a normal work day. I had volunteered to help set up the office's Christmas party, and this involved a lot of labor ranging from setting up tables to pouring bottles of champagne. I enjoyed the repetitive task and seeing the bubbles form.

After I finished pouring the champagne, I put on a reindeer antler hat with glowing ends, and I started to hang green and red Christmas tree ribbons from the ceiling and various door entry paths. The goal was to make the area as Christmas-filled as possible, and I think that I did a good job.

Within the office's party area, there was a main dance floor, a bar, the tables with many glasses of champagne, and then there were the other tables that were full of different kinds of freshly catered food. Christmas decorations covered the walls and hang from as many high-level places as possible.

People started trickling back into the office, and I smiled and greeted every person that I crossed paths with. My boss shook my hand graciously before heading over to one of the tables with the champagne. He picked up a glass and began chugging. I adjusted my shirt, and I glanced toward the office's entrance. My happiness dissipated as I saw Matt step inside.

Matt was dressed nicely tonight. He wore a finely maintained dress shirt and black slacks. He seemed to be in a good mood, and he even had a sort of pep in his step. To distract myself from his presence, I walked over to the dance floor. At the far side of the dance floor, away from most of the party, the DJ was currently setting up his computer. He was about to start.

"Almost ready?" I asked, smiling as I checked in on him. The DJ was Bart, a member of the office who enjoyed DJing as a hobby.

"Almost!" Bart said cheerfully. I nodded, and I walked back across the dance floor to greet more of my friends at the office. I put on my best smile and began shaking hands with everyone that walked through the front door. Time began to slip away, and the night progressed very quickly from that point. It didn't help that I had already had four glasses of champagne about an hour into the party.

About two hours later, I was dancing on the dance floor in the swath of coworkers around me. I knew that it didn't look pretty, but it felt good. Then, I felt someone bump into me, and I stumbled. Before I fell over, two strong hands grabbed my shoulders and kept me standing. The person spun me around, and I gasped as I saw Matt staring at me. He seemed to be drunk as well.

"Don't slip like that, Sam," Matt said, his voice slurring slightly. I pushed him away from me, and he let go of my shoulders. I shrugged him off, and I rushed off towards the bathrooms. My head was spinning, and I felt sick. But, I also was flushed and warm all over. Seeing him holding me like that was...something else. Something that I wasn't prepared for.

I knelt down in front of a toilet, swinging the door closed behind me. However, I just sat there for a moment. The floors had recently been cleaned, so I didn't have to worry about a dirty floor. I tried to gather my bearings, and then I heard the door to my stall open behind me.

"Sam?" Matt's groggy voice asked, "Are you okay?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked. I looked up at him, and I saw him staring down at me. He looked so handsome right now. I shakily stood up, and he suddenly grabbed my collar.

"I want to kiss you so bad right now," Matt slurred. My eyes widened in surprise. Thoughts raced through my mind, and my opinion on Matt finally made sense to me. I didn't hate him. I was attracted to him. That's why I admired his body so greatly, and why I always was flustered when I saw him.

"Then do it," I whispered as he held me close. He slammed his lips against mine suddenly, pushing me back against one of the stall walls. His tongue demanded to enter my mouth, and I obliged, letting him search around my mouth. He moaned as he kissed me and let go of my shirt. Then, he started unbutton his shirt ungracefully. I managed to unbutton mine just in time before he flipped me around and pushed my face and chest against the stall.

He yanked my pants down, and I yelped as he slapped my ass hard, making the clap echo throughout the restroom. He pulled down his pants down, and my eyes went wide as his cock pushed against my asshole. He spit on his cock, and he massaged my hole for a minute. I forced myself to relax, and then I winced as he pushed into me.

I moaned as he started to thrust into me, making my ass clap loudly as he fucked me. I felt him suddenly grab both of my arms and begin hammering in and out of me. I could barely see from the torrent of pleasure running through my body, and I clenched my eyes shut as I felt my body get pummeled against the stall wall.

"Oh fuck, your ass is so fucking tight," Matt muttered into my ear. I leaned back as he spoke, reacting instantly, and he bit onto my earlobe softly. Then, he slammed into me again, making me shoot my load all over the stall wall. But, he continued pounding me, slamming into my prostate. Matt bit into my neck softly, and he trailed kisses down my neck while fucking me hard. Then, a warmness spread through my ass, and I felt him shoot his come into my ass. I nearly collapsed as he stopped, unable to walk, and he sat me down onto the toilet.

He looked at me, smirking a little as I sat on the toilet seat. He cupped my chin with both hands, making me look up at him, and he planted a kiss on my lips.

"I knew you liked me," Matt said.

"I didn't know I did." I said, my voice trailing off as my eyes traced across his body. I was thankful for what he did. And, I hoped that there was more to come. Hopefully he would take me again and again. And again.