After our youngest child, Justin started school, about thirteen years ago, I decided that I wanted to get back into the workplace. I am a qualified solicitor, but even at thirty three years of age, I admit I had very little work experience. I managed to find employment with a small legal practice in the centre of Manchester. I really enjoyed the work and I progressed very well, gaining the respect of the partners. I became very friendly with another lady, Helen who was a few years older than me. We are still good friends to this day.
As Christmas approached I was looking forward to the company Christmas party. The only drawback was that it was for employees only. Unfortunately my husband, Seymour could not come with me. The party was to be held at a large 5 star hotel and the company had reserved 2 tables for about 16 people, with several other companies occupying about a dozen other tables.
The food was first class and there was a disco afterwards. The drinks flowed, paid for by my employer and every one was having a great time.
Around 11 o'clock there were only a few of my party left and I found myself sitting with my friend and colleague, Helen and also Dan. Dan was a twenty year old university student who, as part of his LLB degree studies was spending a few months gaining experience in the workplace. He was a handsome black guy, tall with a good physique and really good company to talk to.
After Helen and I had a few dances with Dan and probably way too much alcohol on the company tab, the conversation somehow turned to tattoos and piercings. I have a navel piercing and a line of five small stars tattooed on my stomach from my right hip down to my mound just above my pussy. Helen admitted to having two tattoos, a hummingbird high on one ass cheek and a flower on her other. Dan grabbed both of our attentions when he announced that he had a Prince Albert and a couple of studs in his penis.
There was a lot of goading among us to show our artwork. We girls were reluctant to display ourselves but we were keen to see Dan's piercings. Dan eventually persuaded Helen and I to go with him down a corridor past the toilets where he had found some unoccupied meeting rooms.
Once there, and with a chair wedged against the door handle, the revealing took place.
I was first and with both hands, I lifted my dress up past my waist showing my tiny thong, my tattoos and my piercing. Dan reached out to me and flicked my piercing. I froze like a deer in headlights when one of his black hands caressed over my tattoos and down to my pussy. I was unable to move or stop Dan until he tried to get his hand inside my thong.
I don't know why I didn't stop him. All I can say was that I was so turned on and a little too drunk. My brain was telling me to stop him but my pussy was leaking juices onto my thong and I was close to an orgasm. My body wanted me to open my legs for him. I leaned back against a table and my legs did open. Dan pulled my thong to one side, exposing my hairless cunt to both him and Helen. It was only when he inserted a finger in me that I came to my senses and pulled away from him.
Then it was Helen's turn; she turned her back on Dan and unzipped her trousers and started to lower them. Dan pushed her face down onto the table with one hand and pulled her trousers and panties down past her ass with his other hand. With his left hand holding Helen down, his right hand then explored her ass. Helen also spread her legs allowing Dan to drive his fingers into her pussy. Both Helen and I were mesmerised as Dan repeatedly rammed three fingers into her cunt.
I don't think that Helen would ever have stopped him but after a few minutes Dan removed his fingers and offered them to me. On automatic drive I allowed Dan's fingers into my mouth, where I sucked off Helen's juices.
It was then Dan's turn to reveal himself. Helen and I looked eagerly on in anticipation as Dan slowly peeled down his trousers and underpants to reveal his decorated cock.
"Why the piercings," I asked.
