It was the day of my works Christmas party and I was very excited, I always enjoyed them and I was hoping tonight would be no different.
"Right then." My boss called out to everyone on the floor. "Finish what you're doing and make your way home to glam yourselves up."
I didn't need asking twice, I closed my computer down and headed out the door. The party was at a big country house hotel and work had put on a room for us to stay over instead of getting taxis home. I'd already packed my bag and headed straight there to check in and use their spa facilities.
My husband, Ken, was going to join me after he'd finished work. We've been married 13 years and we're going through a little bit of a rough patch at the moment so I was hoping for a good drunk, fun night with him that would help us. For some reason, I think he's fucking his secretary or at least someone else, he's been "working late" a lot more recently and never seems to leave his phone lying around. But I've not got any evidence and I've not been brave enough yet to actually ask the question.
I arrived at the country house hotel, grabbed my bag and checked in. My room, 369, was a decent size and pleasant enough with the usual features, double bed,TV, desk, armchair, wardrobe, with a full length mirror for the door. The bathroom was a bit more fancy with a big walk in shower and one of those rain type shower heads all tiled in a black, quartz/glitter tile. A separate bathtub and a sink with a big mirror along one wall.
I unpacked my bag and hung my dress up and put my toiletries in the bathroom. The hotel had a swimming pool so I grabbed my swimming costume, a towel and headed downstairs for a swim.
I changed in the cubicle and tied my long blonde hair up into a bun to keep most of it out of the water. It was a simple, stylish, quite revealing blue swimsuit. I'm lucky at the age of 38 to still have a decent physique. I squeezed my enhanced 34EE's into my swimsuit and made sure everything was ok before stepping out and heading towards the swimming pool.
There were a few other people in the pool already, I noticed a few heads turning as I walked down the steps into the pool, which always brings a little smile to my face. I swam a few lengths before heading to the jacuzzi area and then back to get changed and heading back up to my room.
It was time to start the getting ready process, I found a music channel on the TV and turned it up and stripped off my clothes and headed to the bathroom for a hot shower. I was just about to step in the shower when I heard my phone ringing, I headed back to the bedroom and picked it up.
"Hey honey." I said answering my phone to Ken, my husband.
"Hey." He replied.
"Are you ok? Are you on your way over?"
"About that," he began, "I'm not going to make it tonight, I've got to work late."
"You fucking what?" I said down the phone. "I don't fucking believe this, one fucking night, that's all I asked for! One fucking night of fun and you can't even do that. I'm absolutely livid, I'm fuming."
I hung up on him before he could respond and threw my phone on the bed before huffing and sitting down on the bed and putting my head in my hands. I composed myself after a while and was now even more determined to have a good night.
I showered and washed my hair and walked naked from the bathroom to the bedroom, leaving wet footprints on the carpet and began drying myself and checked my phone. He'd not even tried to call me again to explain himself.
I stood in front of the full length mirror and admired my body, I was the happiest I'd been with my body for a long time. I was slim, without being skinny and had curves in the right places. My boobs are big and round and my bum was round without being big and I had a pair of hips you'd just want to hold onto.
I dried off before slipping into my red thong and matching lace bra before I then dried and styled my hair, leaving it half down and half up and adding a soft curl to it. Makeup was next, not too much though, topping it off with some red lipstick.
I took my dress off the hanger and stepped into it and wiggled it up my body. My dress was an off the shoulder one with a heart shaped cutout in the middle, which showed off a healthy but respectable amount of cleavage. It went all the way to the floor, which isn't far as I'm only 5ft6in and it had a long split all the way up to my right mid thigh.
I could see the outline of my underwear which I wasn't too happy about so I slipped out the dress again and took my bra and thong off before putting the dress on.
"Much better." I said. I felt quite naughty not wearing any underwear, but no one was going to know.
I put on a white gold necklace with a pendant that drew the eye down to my cleavage as it nestled just above it, matching dangly earrings followed and a bracelet. A pair of silver high heels and a small silver clutch bag finished the look.
I looked in the mirror again and was very happy with what I saw, so much so that I took a couple of selfies and even posted them online, one with the tagline: nobraclub
I put my phone, bank card and room key card in my clutch bag and headed out the room, my leg showing through the split of my dress as I headed down to the bar area and function room.
There was a bar at one end of a communal function room and a dance floor with a DJ already in place and playing music. On either side of the room were two more function rooms with tables in. One had our company name on the door and the other had another company name.
"Glass of champagne Madame?" I was asked by a very pretty young waitress.
"Oh yes, thank you." I said taking it and sipping it as I then moved to mingle with other work colleagues and their partners who had come. We were then shown through to our seats for the sit down meal.
"Hi Mike. Hey Eric, you guys ok?" I said as I sat at my seat between them. They work on the shop floor at work, I've never really spoken to them loads but when I have they've always been pleasant enough.
They spent pretty much the entire meal looking at my cleavage, Eric even put his hand on my bare leg at one point as the split fell open, but to be fair I did flaunt my cleavage a bit in their direction when I spoke with each of them.
I headed to the bar after the meal and for a different drink and some mingling, I could only handle a couple of glasses of wine. The bar area was quite busy and so was the dance floor already, mainly from the other company.
I squeezed my way through the crowd, brushing up against guys and girls as I did until I finally made it to the bar.