Edited by oldnakeddad. With Thanks.
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Clara was looking forward to spending Christmas with Kyle and his family after she'd readily accepted an invitation from her sister-in-law.
Matthew was a wonderful lover but Clara had been slowly terminating her relationship with him because she decided, for his own benefit, he should start seeing girls his own age. The sex was too good, though, and she'd given in to it a few times before she'd found out he'd asked another girl out.
Then she ended it, as gently as she could, by telling him he had to think about his future and give full-time commitment to relationships in order for them to work. He'd protested, of course, but she'd been firm, telling him their relationship was only supposed to be temporary...a fling, an education for him and it was time for him to move on and grow.
Her business was doing well but dealing with officials from foreign governments was stressful, at times. Also, several work colleagues and contacts were, obviously, trying to use the approaching Christmas season to initiate a romantic relationship with her. She found herself trying, tactfully, to fend off no less than three men.
There was a very cute, twenty-something guy who worked for her as a part-time researcher while he worked himself through school. She literally ached, at times, to fuck him but had resisted, being careful not to mix business with pleasure. She knew she'd have to be careful, after having a few drinks at their office Christmas party, not to attack him in the photocopier room or get him alone in her office.
Her heart jumped when Kyle texted her, 'Mom said you're coming for the holidays. Are things the same with us?' She immediately texted back, 'I hope so!' She grinned when she read his reply, 'I can't wait to be with you, again!'
Before she left for her in-laws, Clara had to endure the office Christmas party in the building she'd leased space in. In addition to her small company, there were several others and they all had a Christmas party, in the front lobby, after regular business hours during one evening of the week before Christmas.
Clara was packed and ready to hit the road early the next day. She'd make the trip in about five hours, during which time, she'd spend some alone time cruising and listening to music.
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She dressed professionally, yet sexy, for the party. There was the possibility Jason, the part time student, may prove too difficult to refuse and she may, temporally, give in to her desires, and her self-imposed rules, to have sex with him...maybe on top of the polished boardroom table, upstairs, or her comfy, black leather chair? That'd be fun!
So, she had her hair and nails done and wore a festive, green and red dress, tight above the waist but loose and knee length below it, white but sheer stockings and a shameless, white thong with a gift-wrapped package over the crotch. She misted perfume on and finished with an expensive gold watch, gold bangles and small, gold, loop earrings.
As she got ready, she grew hornier and knew, if the opportunity presented itself, Jason would be opening the little present between her legs. She stepped into a shiny pair of white pumps and pulled on a light overcoat before leaving.
The party was in full swing by the time she'd arrived and she went up to her office, first, to leave her coat and keys before returning. The large lobby had one-way glass and marble flooring. Simple, metallic cones...mimicking Christmas trees...were scattered throughout and instrumental carols played on the intercom.
She got a glass of white wine and began circulating. The first man, she had to ditch, was the vice president of the shipping firm she did regular business with. He was handsome enough, almost fifty, well built and trim with silver throughout his short, well-trimmed hair. He was recently divorced and, clearly, sexually interested in her.
"I think you may have had a little too much to drink, Tom!" she laughed as she untangled from his clutches and escaped.
She gave Christmas greetings to various employees who were very gracious, to her, for their very generous Christmas bonuses. That's when she, finally, saw Jason and was pleased to see he was looking at her, too.
"Merry Christmas, Jason!"
She gave him a full body hug, causing her full, round breasts to press against him and her expensive perfume to tickle his nose. Jason was tall and slender, had short brown hair, wore a dress shirt, a Christmas themed tie and blue jeans. 'Yeah, he's mine!' she thought as the hug lingered longer than what was probably appropriate.
"You look so cute!"
She grabbed his tie, to look at it, and ran her hand down his chest before letting go of it.
"Thanks, Ms. MacDonald. You look, ah, really festive," he grinned.
"Festive good or festive tacky?"
As a waiter went by, they deposited their empty drink glasses on his tray and removed fresh ones.
"Come on! You never look tacky!"
"You're sweet," she said and flashed a brilliant white smile at him.
"Are you having fun?"
"Free food and drinks for a college student? Yeah, I'm having fun and thank you, so much, for the bonus. All of the office loves you, you know that, don't you?"
"Well paid and happy employees make the most productive employees!"
She took a sip of wine and batted her icy blue eyes at him.
"So, do you have a wife or girlfriend here, tonight?"
"No. I'm single."
"Then I'll be your date for the night! A few guys, obviously, have romantic notions I don't share," she playfully told him.
"I'll stick close so you won't have to be alone with any of them. Not that I blame them."
She rose a questioning eyebrow at him.
"Oh, God! Now, it sounds like I'm flirting with you. I'm sorry, Ms. MacDonald."
"Save the Ms. MacDonald for the office, Jason, dear. Call me, Clara."
She reached out, squeezed his forearm and looked around with an amused little smirk.
"Out of the office, you can flirt with me all you want!"
He grinned as he finished his wine and grabbed another.
"I'll be discrete."
"I like discrete. I need to mingle more, though. Will you keep an eye on me?"
"That's an easy thing to do."
She circulated to make sure she talked to everyone from her company and some people from other companies, in the building, they did business with. Jason was true to his word and, the few times when a would-be suitor tried to corner her, he interjected and she was able to escape.
"Wow. You have to beat the men off like flies, don't you?"
"I guess unattached guys, my age, start to get desperate. The dating pool is shallower than at your age."
"Plus, you're intelligent, successful, and beautiful."
Tom approached, again.
"Hey, kid, why don't you run and get some fresh drinks for the lady and me?" he smirked at Jason.
"I don't think so!" Jason icily replied.
"Please excuse us, Tom! Jason was telling me something quite interesting," Clara gave him a frosty glance.
She took Jason's arm and led him away.
"Now, what were you saying about beautiful?"
"You truly are. You make all of the other women here, look plain."
"What a sweet thing to say but Jason, honey, as fun as flirting at a Christmas party is, when we go back to work after the New Year, everything has to go back to normal between us."
"Of course, Ms. MacDonald!" he immediately replied.
"Business is business, you know, and I can't get involved with one of my employees, especially one twenty-five years younger than me."
"Yes, of course! I wasn't, ah, hitting on you, Ms. MacDonald. I was, you know, a few glasses of wine..."
"I know, honey. I'm only setting some ground rules so it doesn't get awkward. You're an excellent researcher and you'll have a job with me as long as you need it."
