I had been employed at my new company for just about nine months. Twenty-two, having just gotten out of college, and not finding a job in my field of study, computer software design, I was very glad to be working anywhere. It's a pretty big operation, three large buildings covering twenty acres of property. Manufacturing, that's where I work, R&D, and executive offices are all located here. It employs a huge number of people, and obviously, there is no way to know everyone who might be a co-worker. Therefore, the company holds a large, dinner-dance, once a year for its employees. They call it their "Get Acquainted-Get Together" dinner. It's held at a resort-hotel, located in a neighboring city. Some people rent a room for the night so they won't have to drive home after. All new employees, one being myself, are not required but highly advised to attend. A large number of the tenured employees also make an appearance, saying that they have a great time, plus it's free. I'm not really a jacket and tie person, but, if I wanted to keep this job, I knew I had better go. My social life was at a stand still at that time too, so I really had no reason not to attend.
When I arrived at the banquet hall, I was given a tag, stating my name and where I worked, and instructed that I couldn't sit at a table with anyone that I knew. The object of the night was to meet fellow employees that you didn't know. I arrived early and the huge hall was not quite full yet. It took me only a few seconds to find a seat at a table where I didn't know anyone. There were two married couples, three empty seats, and myself. Another couple soon joined us, leaving one chair next to me. The noise in the hall grew, as more and more employees arrived, filling most of the tables. I thought that this might be the final total at ours until I felt a hand touch my shoulder and a woman's voice speak loudly into my ear.
"Is this seat taken?" the voice asked over the din of the room.
"No, it's all yours" I said, as I turned to see to whom I was speaking.
She was a middle-aged woman, somewhere in her forties. She was wearing an attractive dress with thin spaghetti straps barely holding it up; an ample pair of well-formed tits did most of that work. The dress came down to just above her knees. It seemed a little snug around her waist and butt, a slight bulge showed where a pot was beginning to develop just below her stomach. She probably hadn't worn it in some time, the added inches on her body showing its effect. Nonetheless, she still didn't look half bad stuffed inside of it. A pair of dark colored stockings covered her short, but shapely legs; her feet were tucked inside a stylish pair of high-heels. Her dyed blond hair had obviously been prepared at her local beauty shop earlier that day. Her face was made up maybe just a little too much, and it didn't hide the fine lines that appear with age. For some reason however, I found myself attracted to her. As she pulled the chair out and sat down, I read the nametag that was stuck to the side of her left breast. Her name was Sophie Stykowski and she worked in management.
"Good evening Sophie," I said with a smile. "I was wondering if anyone was going to have the courage to sit next to me."
"Good evening," she said politely. "You don't look like a dangerous type Mr.…. I'm sorry but I don't see your nametag."
"Oh. It's on my jacket," I answered. I had taken it off because I was getting a little warm inside the hall. "Here it is," I said, as I took my jacket from the back of my chair and showed her my tag.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Steven Potter," she said with a pleasant smile.
She held out her right hand and gave me a firm handshake. She then introduced herself to the rest of the people at the table and made herself comfortable. The eight of us chatted, telling everyone a little bit about ourselves. It turned out that Sophie had worked at the company for twenty-four years; she had started there when she was twenty-one. She was a secretary to one of the more important executives there.
"What made you want to come to this function," I asked, as the others at our table talked about something else.
"Well," she said, taking a deep breath that seemed to make her tits double in size. "I used to come regularly with my husband when I first started working here. I always had a good time. In fact, I got my present job by meeting my boss at this dinner-dance. Anyways, after my two boys came along, I really haven't had the time to attend. I mentioned it to my husband how much I miss the affair and that it was taking place. Our sons are old enough now to take care of themselves, so he insisted that I come."
"Why isn't he here with you?" I asked without really thinking.
"Well…we..." she said with obvious difficulty.
"Hey," I said, trying to be apologetic, knowing that I had just touched onto something uncomfortable for her. "You don't have to explain anything to me. I hope that I didn't upset you. I was only trying to make conversation. I'm sorry."
"Oh, don't worry," she said smiling. "It's nothing. Sometimes my husband and I just don't see eye to eye. He had a big business deal that he's been working on and he insisted that it needed to be finished. At least this one wasn't out of town. In fact, he's had a lot of out of town deals lately. Thankfully, this time he was able to stay home with the kids and do his work, while I got out of the house. He even told me to stay overnight at the hotel so I could party as much as I wanted to and he wouldn't have to worry about me driving home."
"Well," I said, as I got up from my seat. "If you're going to party, can I get you a drink?"
"That sounds like a great idea," she said smiling. "I'll come with you."
She got up from the table, and as she did, I saw that in spite of what I had thought were faults that her figure had developed; she did have an attractive body. She wouldn't get a part on Bay Watch, running around in a skimpy bikini, but she could pass for one of those successful weight watcher ads you see in magazines. I put my hand on her bare shoulder as I guided her through the maze of tables and people, the scent of her light perfume making me want to get closer to her. At one point she stopped suddenly, as another person cut in front of her. I couldn't help from bumping into her, my crotch hitting her soft ass. We stayed pressed against one another, only for a second or two, but the effect on me was immediate. I felt my cock become stimulated instantly. In a heartbeat, I felt it begin to enlarge as blood began to rush into it. My shaft lengthened and the head of my cock enlarged from the thrill of being in contact with Sophie's soft ass. Thankfully, she moved away from me before she could feel my hardening cock begin to push its way into the left cheek of her ass. We finally reached the bar and ordered our drinks; Sophie had champagne, I had a beer. As we made our way back to our table, Sophie stopped to chat with quite a few people, some of them obviously very important people in the company. She introduced me to all of them as if I were a very good friend of hers. When we got back to our table, I thanked her for being so gracious when it came to introducing me to her associates in the company.
"Oh, think nothing of it Steve," she said, as she took a big swallow of her champagne and smiled at me. "You're my date for tonight, since hubby didn't want to make it."
She sounded a little bitter about the fact that her husband didn't come, but I could also tell that she wasn't going to let it stop her from having a good time at this event. When she finished her glass, she asked me if I wouldn't mind getting her a second. As I made my way back to the bar, I wondered how far I could get with Sophie if I really tried. Sure she was older, married, and had a couple of kids, but she wasn't bad looking. She had a cute face, a nice set of tits, a good-looking pair of legs, and a soft ass. I knew that my cock wouldn't mind plowing her from the way it expanded so quickly before. All I had to do was turn on the charm, let her feel really comfortable with me, and get her a few more drinks to lower her inhibitions. Why not give it a try? It couldn't hurt and it would probably be fun. I asked for two glasses of champagne instead of one.
The eight of us continued to have a good time, despite the required torture of listening to company propaganda from speakers. We enjoyed each other's company, ate a very good meal, and drank quite a bit. We weren't the loudest table, but we did make some noise, Sophie not holding back at all, what with the amount of champagne she had consumed. Finally, the band began to play.
