Merry Christmas Lawrence
Not something I thought I would ever write but there you go. All characters are over 18 and in possession of clean driving licences.
I will place my thanks here to Dark Twisted Desires who provided me with welcome support and advice on writing a story.
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Hi Lawrence
Hope you got home safe from the Office Christmas Party. Sad you had to leave it right after the meal as that's when the drinking and partying really started to get serious. But I know you had your reasons.
However, it was good that Samantha stayed on for the rest of the night. Your darling wife had a great time with the rest of the team and it has to be said there were a lot of admiring glances and outright leering when she started dancing with some of the other girls. That black party dress seriously flaunted her figure, in particular those awesome breasts!
The young boys were mesmerised and their tongues were practically dragging along the floor. When she took a break from the dance floor I watched Samantha walk over to the bar. She was quickly surrounded by the boys, offering her drinks while trying to look down her dress. It was definitely time for some senior management intervention.
When I approached the bar the boys grudgingly melted away and soon it was just myself and Samantha. We've all worked together for a number of years now, the three of us, and you know that your wife and I have a little bit of harmless flirting going on. Nothing lewd or vulgar, just pretty low key and fun. Tonight however I turned it up a degree or two, or three, or four.
Above the noise of the Mariah Carey's "All I want for Christmas", I spoke into her ear. I talked about the effect her dress was having on the younger members of staff and she laughed saying she was old enough to be their mother. I talked about the effect her dress was having on me and she smiled, shyly and demurely, which just made her even more desirable.
"There are lots of hot young women here tonight, you could probably have your pick." she teased.
I nodded in the direction of one of the pretty young secretaries who was on the dance floor. I think her party dress was purchased from Victoria's Secret.
"Hot," I said.
Then I indicated Kelly from the HR Department, that quite stunning 26 year old brunette in a figure hugging green dress, sitting at a nearby table.
"Hotter," I said and Samantha smiled.
Then I looked your wife in the eyes, toasted her with a glass of champagne and said with total sincerity.
"Hottest."
She laughed at my cheesy line and I must admit I wasn't exactly being Mr Smooth. It wasn't the night for that and there really wasn't the time.
Samantha caught me taking a quick glance at my watch.
"What time's your train?" she asked, a look of disappointment crossing her face.
My normal routine at these functions is to show face, dance with a few of the staff and then head over to Waverley Station to get the train back to Glasgow. Tonight was going to be different as I had booked a room here in the Edinburgh Sheraton Hotel where the Christmas Office Party was taking place.
"No train tonight," I replied.
"Tonight it's Room 619, along with a bottle of good champagne."
I gestured towards our fellow workers filling the dance floor as the DJ went with one of the Phil Spector Christmas classics.
"With the grateful thanks of the hotel manager for bringing this lot and their
Christmas bonuses. I asked him to make sure there were two glasses."
Oh Lawrence, on hearing that, the change of expression on Samantha's face said it all. There would be no need to waste further time on seduction lines. No need to dance around how this night was going to end. Your stunning wife was ready, willing and totally available.
Samantha's shoulder length blonde hair had been given some soft curls for the party night. Her blue eyes, soft pale skin and fine features which hinted at her Scandinavian ancestry were an awesome combination.
She has a slender body which accentuated the perkiness of those wonderful breasts and a pert little ass that begged for attention.
I once overheard one of our younger colleagues describe her as the Ultimate MILF. All his friends nodded in solemn agreement as their imaginations worked overtime. And here I am just one last nudge towards taking her to my room.
As we stood at the bar my hand moved over Samantha's, briefly touching her wedding band and engagement ring. This wasn't an accident on my part. It was a reminder that she was a married woman. That she was married to you, my work colleague and friend.
I watched her eyes for a response, for a flicker of shame or embarrassment. And that was what I got Lawrence, just a flicker and then it was gone.
She looked across at her table beside the dance floor. All the colleagues from her department were up dancing. No-one was watching us as I took her hand and led her out of the function suite to the cloakroom.
She may have mumbled something about needing to get home or check on the younger girls at the party but I never once felt her resist my lead.
We stood in the large lobby of the Sheraton while the attendant looked for Samantha's coat. We still held hands as we looked around at all the lovely Christmas decorations. Huge Christmas tree, beautiful tree ornaments, sparkling lights everywhere and songs of Christmas joy being piped throughout the building.
Everywhere guests and staff smiling, strangers wishing us a "Merry Christmas!"
All that wonderful Christmas spirit making what I was planning to do to Samantha feel so wonderfully lewd and decadent.
Coat collected we headed for the lifts, walking quickly, then pressing all the buttons while watching the displays, seeing the numbers dropping until one of the lifts arrived and its door opened. The mirrored walls and ceiling in the lift gave me a 360 degree view of your beautiful wife and I felt myself growing harder.
The lift doors closed and Samantha and I stood a few feet apart. I could smell her soft, alluring perfume as she drew slowly nearer. Our lips now so close, we stood there sensing the build up of desire until we couldn't resist it anymore.
Our kissing was frenzied, tongues dancing as our bodies pressed together. My hands ran wildly over your wife's body. At that moment I had no more poise or maturity than any of the younger guys back at the party. My hands cupped that tight fucking ass, pulling her towards me, letting her feel my growing desire. Fortunately for both of us my room was on the 6th floor. If it had been on the 16th floor we may never have made it.
When we entered my room I managed to regain some sense of control. I took the champagne from the ice bucket, filling two glasses and handing one to Samantha. We stood there, drinking the champagne, catching our breath.
You should have seen her Lawrence, standing there, framed by the floor to ceiling window, against a backdrop of the city with all its lights sparkling around her. Her smile, so sexy and wanton, she is completely irresistible.
