This happened a good few years ago when I worked in a village Doctors surgery. All characters involved in the story are over the age of 18.
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So I pretended that I was gutted. It was the second year running that I had drawn the short straw to be the designated driver for the Christmas party which meant – obviously - that I couldn't drink. I didn't actually mind, because at that time I had trouble locating my 'Off' switch when I had more than a couple of glasses. And the last thing I wanted was to show myself up in front of my bosses.
Our Surgery covered two villages, so to find any kind of entertainment we could really enjoy, we had to head to the nearest town about 7 miles away. The buses stopped running at 11:30 and Taxis on a Saturday night at Christmas time were as rare as rocking horse shit.
Among the Doctors nurses and receptionists who would be attending the shindig, I would be responsible for returning Locums Tom and John both of whom were in their late 20's and rated an 8 a piece on the reception hot-o-meter; Dr. Lewis, 42 and recently divorced; Shelley and Angie, 20 something receptionists and Olivia our 35 year old Surgery nurse. To save multiple trips Dr. Lewis (also known as Dishy Doctor Dave) had given me the keys to his seven seater people carrier, one of the few things his bitch of a wife hadn't wanted in the divorce.
We started our evening tamely enough in a Chinese restaurant that we were all familiar with. The Doctors sprung for several bottles of wine and over the courses everyone began to loosen up. We then progressed to a large pub with a night club attached where the senior doctors kept the booze flowing. As the evening wore on the senior Doctors, nurses and the practice manager headed for home, leaving us younger ones to breathe a sigh of relief and let our hair down properly.
Although the others all drank, we danced enough that no one was really pissed. I have always loved dancing and was really getting into some dirty dancing with Tom and Dave, who seemed to enjoy getting their hands on my hips and grinding me into their man bits. John was a little more shy, but was a good mover and, after a couple of tequila slammers with Dave, led me out for a slow dance, maneuvering us to the far side of the dance floor where he pulled me tight into him where I could feel an extremely impressive erection, and then kissed me silly.
Separating at the end of the song, I was heading back to our table when Dave swung me into his arms for the next slow dance. He too pressed against me and snogged me, running his hands up my sides and whispering a thumb over my nipples to torment me before sliding back down to manhandle my bum. As the song ended a tap on my shoulder revealed Tom who had decided it was his turn. I had no idea whether the Docs were dancing with any of the other staff, I kind of hand my mind on other things. Tom was massaging my butt drawing my into his erection and slowly grinding our hips as he slid his lips down my neck and across my cleavage; nipping, licking and sucking before locating a nipple, hardening with arousal. He nipped that before raising his head to study me under hooded eyes. I've seen that look. That is the look that says 'I'm getting you naked later, and you are going to enjoy it.'
Just when I thought my knees would give way, the music stopped and the lights began to go on. We girls headed to the ladies to remove mascara streaks and try and straighten our hair. When we returned the guys were in some discussion but they broke off when we approached.
Dropping off was easy, Olive was on the outskirts of the first village, then should have been John, but it turned out John and Tom were going on to Dave's for a nightcap. I had to admit to feeling a little disappointed. It had been a while since my lady bits had seen any action, and being teased by three differently attractive guys had me more than a little moist. Instead next drop was Shelley and lastly Angie.
Five minutes later I drove up Dave's long drive where I would leave the car and walk the few minutes to my flat.
"Coming in for a night cap Suze?" Dave asked.
"Come on Suze, you haven't been able to have a drink all night, at least have one with us." Tom gave me his best puppy dog look.
"Please Suze, we haven't had a chance to really thank you for tonight." Even Shy John gave me a look.
"Okay then, why not. I've nothing to rush home for and nothing to get up in the morning for."
Tom swung the car door open for me and took my hand bringing me into his body as I stood up. John held the front door for us all as Dave went to find us all some drinks.
I had never been inside Dave's house, the living room was huge with big slouchy sofas and chairs. Tom dropped onto a sofa, still holding my hand, pulling me into his lap. I felt a little self-conscious, I wasn't sure how drunk Tom was, whether he would remember – or want to remember – any of this in the morning, but he obviously second guessed me.
"Relax Suze, it's all good. We have all had a great night tonight, yeah a few drinks, but nothing we can't handle."
Dave returned with a bottle of Balvennie and glasses, he took up the baton. "We wanted to show you exactly how much we appreciate you Suze. Not just for driving tonight, but for everything you do for us all year round."
