I hadn't been looking forward to Christmas. It had been a hard year for me, but at least the long and painful battle of my divorce was finally over. I'd turned forty, I still had a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in, though it would be a lonely bed with only my ever faithful right hand for satisfaction. I wished the rest of me had been as faithful.
But apart from that it had been a brilliant year in business. Our little syndicate had made a six-figure profit even after tax, all legal. It was split between just four of us: my three business partners Clive, Steve, Ian and me. To celebrate, as Christmas approached my senior partner Clive arranged a private Christmas lunch for the four of us in one of the plushest hotels in London.
My three partners were also the most lecherous guys I'd ever met. Clive seemed to know every striptease bar and swingers club in London. I'd heard he'd met his wife as a striptease dancer there. Old Steve had just turned sixty but still had a lustful eye and an adventurous hand for the girls in our office. Ian was late thirties and heavily into porn of every kind. His nude pictures of his young wife were some of the kinkiest I've ever seen.
So there the four of us were, sitting around an oak-topped dining table in a private dining room, enjoying an excellent lunch. Canapés and champagne to start, followed by boeuf consomme, roast turkey with all the trimmings, then a brandy-saturated Christmas pudding. All was washed down with copious wine while the four of us discussed the assets of the young waitresses in their tight black dresses high up their thighs.
Mince pies, liqueurs and Steve's cigar followed. Then after the last of the waitresses had cleared the table and left us to ourselves Clive made his announcement.
"Now gentlemen, it's time for the entertainment." Having said that Clive tapped a text message into his phone and we settled back in our seats. Five minutes later the door opened and in she came.
She was probably later thirties, a mature beauty with brown eyes, sensuous lips and perfectly styled dark hair to just below her earrings. She had a man's dream figure with perfectly proportioned curves and big but firm breasts. She was in a white blouse clinging closely to the bulge of her breasts and showing the shadow of a dark bra. Her charcoal grey business skirt ended just on her knees, showed off the curves of her bottom and hinted at the outline of her underwear beneath. Her long shapely legs were in sheer tan nylon with shiny black high heel shoes. Understated pearls at her ears, throat and wrists spoke of taste and style.
She swung her hips sensuously as she strode confidently into the room and looked around at us almost haughtily. She looked the perfect business executive, the complete antithesis of a stripper from Clive's clubs or a back street whore.
"May I introduce Vanessa," Clive announced.
"Hi boys. Ready for the show?" Vanessa replied, smiling mischievously. Her voice was soft, confident and sophisticated.
She put her phone down, touched it and the music started, a sensual rhythmic throb. Swaying to its rhythm she circled the table, her skirt tightening over her curves and underwear as she swung her hips to its beat. Four pairs of male eyes followed her every movement. As she swung close to me I felt an electric-like shock as her eyes explored my body.
Her circuit finished, she stepped a high heeled foot up onto Clive's chair and pulled up her skirt to show us stocking tops, bare thigh above crossed by suspender straps, and tiny black lace-edged satin panties with a thin gusset thong between her legs.
"Like my outfit boys?" She called out with a grin. "I thought I'd dress for the occasion."
Spectacularly displaying the full length of her legs from high heels to panties she climbed up onto the table top and began her striptease. Her skirt came off first. Her hands moved sensuously as she unclasped and unzipped it, slipped it off and flung it aside. She knelt wide legged on the table top showing off her panties. The tiny triangle of black lace edged satin at the front barely covered her pussy and a thin black gusset nestled deep between her bum cheeks gleaming smoothly under the lights.
She arched her back to thrust her breasts up and out before she slowly unfastened her blouse button by button and let it drop behind her. Her bra was front fastening black satin matching her panties. The lace edged cups were barely big enough to sling her breasts as she swung them to the beat of the music.
"Which of you naughty boys wants to play with my tits?" She asked, looking round at us.
Clive caught her eye. She crawled on all fours across the table top to him and thrust her bra-slung breasts at him for his hands to unclip her bra clasp. Released from restraint her breasts swung pendulously and were instantly in Clive's hungry hands. She let him play with them for a moment, caressing them and flicking her nipples with his thumbs, then she darted back across the table. Writhing sensuously on the table top she thrust and swung her naked breasts. Then she fixed her eyes on me.
"You like my legs, don't you?" She asked, rhetorically of course.
No man could keep his eyes, or hands, off long shapely stocking-clad legs like hers. She stretched out a leg toward me. She didn't need to say anything: her eyes said it all. My hands started at her ankle. It had been a long time since I'd touched a woman's leg and my penis rose a couple of notches at the touch.
She purred as my hungry hands slid their way along the sheer nylon taut over her soft curves, over her knee and thigh. I lingered at her stocking top, exploring that most erotic boundary of all between sheer nylon and bare thigh, then explored her naked thigh above.
As she posed wide legged, I couldn't resist. I ran my fingertips over the bulge of her mound through the thin satin of her panties and along the dimpled line of her vagina slit. I pulled her panty gusset aside. Her vagina was ringed by dark cunt fur and spreading her legs had pulled her vagina gaping wide so her inner labia peeped out. A shock ran through me as I touched the first female pubic hair I'd seen for months.
"Naughty boy!" Vanessa said with a grin and playfully slapping my wrist. "Wait your turn!"
I unclipped her suspender clasps, then my fingers savoured every soft, warm, so smooth millimetre of her naked leg as I slipped her stocking off. She was away from me the instant her leg was bare, and inviting Ian to remove her suspender girdle. With that off, she sat on the edge of the table for Clive to peel off her other stocking and for his hands to enjoy her leg as lovingly as mine. Now she was just in her panties.
Old Steve had waited patiently. Now it was his turn. Vanessa slid off the table next to him and stood bending over the table with her bottom toward him.
"I'm told you like to touch girls' bottoms," she said, looking at him over her shoulder and wiggling her bottom at him.
Steve's hands were instantly on her thighs and her bottom. His fingers followed the thin thong gusset nestling in her bum crack. She spread her legs in response and his hand slid under her between her legs. His fingers hooked over the sides of her panties, she quickly closed her legs together for him and in a flash her panties were down round her ankles. She kicked them aside, turned and spread her legs to treat Steve to a full frontal view of her neatly furred pussy. She let him fondle her cunt for a moment then she was back on the table top, now fully nude.
Moving sensuously to the throbbing beat she arched her naked body into penis-straining leg spreading, tit thrusting and bottom wiggling poses. We didn't just enjoy her with our eyes. She swung close to us inviting us to fondle her. We played with her swinging breasts. Our hands enjoyed her long smooth legs and the curves of her bottom, and our fingers ruffled the cunt hair between her spread legs with. I even managed to kiss her pussy.
As a spectacular finale she lay back on the table top and spread and folded her legs up so her knees were near her shoulders. She played with her nipples before her hand slid smoothly down her front to her pussy. Then her breasts wobbled with the rhythm of her hand between her legs stroking her pussy like she was masturbating. My straining penis felt tight enough to snap with my craving for her.
The music ended and Vanessa's erotic table-top writhing stopped. She knelt at the centre of the table and looked around at us.
"My turn now boys! Show your appreciation in the customary manner! Get your cocks out and let me see some good hard wanking." We all stood.
Clive was first with his trousers and briefs down and his naked erect penis bending up stiffly from his thick bush of pubic hair. Ian's erection was almost vertical, with his cock and balls gleaming hairless and smooth the way he'd told us his wife liked. Steve dropped his trousers and briefs to reveal a big heavy penis sticking out from hairy balls just above horizontally as it swung in front of him.
