The holidays, with festive lights and decorations, parties with family, friends, and Daddy's business associates. This latest party showcased some of his most special associates, with a few of us family members to act as gracious co-hosts. Daddy's newest wife, Sarah whatever, had been all nerves before the start of the party, snapping at everyone, rearranging flowers while the caterers hovered nearby, anxious. Wreaths on the double front doors; a large tree in the central hallway, two curving banisters on each side. The tree reached to the top of the second floor railing and was on fire with hundreds of tiny white lights, and all gold decorations -- golden balls, ribbons, dangling ornaments. The effect was dazzling.
Jason and Maria were elegant, standing to one side, smiling and quietly greeting newcomers, urging them into the main dining hall. Daddy moving among the guests, Sarah at his side; A Mr. Winfield arrived from the New York office arrived; he had possibilities. Older, a little gray at the temples, nice suit. Hmm. Dr. Bloomfeld and Lacey were next to enter. Great.
I ebbed slowly along, carrying the same glass, nodding, smiling, greeting guests. A group of four string instruments sat behind one of the stairs, softly playing Christmas carols. Drinks were being passed around generously, followed by trays of delicacies. The banisters were decked with green boughs and the same white lights that were on the tree. It was beautiful.
It was boring. I stifled a yawn. Sarah had decided that my dress was "too showy." Translation: too sexy. I had to put on a blouse, sweater, and skirt with hose and low heels. I looked like a schoolgirl, which was probably her goal. Oh well.
Dr. Bloomfeld talked to me for a little while, then I finally edged away from everyone and went into the study and shut the door. Ah. I plopped onto one of the sofas. The door creaked open.
"Oh -- sorry." Mr. Winfield. I motioned him in. He hesitated, then came in, shutting the door behind him. "I just wanted a quiet space for a moment," he smiled apologetically. I smiled back.
Really, he was nice looking. And no one else around. And Daddy had said to be congenial....
I checked the door, acting as though it had not shut quit firmly, and I locked it quietly, then sat next to him and chatted for a few minutes. I stretched. I noticed his eyes traveling down my blouse, then moving sideways. Good. He was interested, but not sure how to proceed. I was, after all, the Boss' daughter.
I ran a finger down his tie. "Ooo, that feels very soft," I said. He swallowed nervously. We talked a few more minutes. I propped my head onto my right hand, my elbow on the back of the couch, leaning closer to Mr. Winfield of the New York office, and slowly unbuttoned his jacket. His hand went up, held mine still. "I -- I really don't want you to think -- I should leave -- " he stammered. How cute. I smiled.
"I locked the door," I said. "I'm just being congenial."
He was very nervous, poor dear. I mean, a little older than my own father -- well, just more fun for me.
"Tell me. What do you think of my bra?" I asked.
"Your -- what?"
"Bra." I unbuttoned two of the blouse's buttons, my eyes always on Mr. Winfield's face. "See?" I pulled my blouse out of my skirt a little, opening it at the top more. I leaned forward towards his face.
"This one is pale yellow. I like it. And seamless." I chattered about the bra. He was fascinated. His eyes were riveted to it. I talked on.
"Seamless is nice," I noted again. I smiled at him, then took his right hand and gently pulled it to my breast. "See? Very smooth." I held his hand in place, cupping the satin over my breast. He swallowed. His hand was quivering just the smallest amount. But he was watching my hand and my breast steadily.
I moved his hand a little on the cup. "Seamless feels good. Don't you agree?"
"Uh."
His hand stayed in place, though. I knew it would. I pulled my blouse all the way out of my skirt, finished unbuttoning it, and pulled my blouse open.
"And I like push-up bras. Very comfortable. Do you like them?"
"Yes." Good. He was finding his voice. His hand strayed a little, rubbing back and forth in small movements across my breast. I smiled.
"That feels nice." I moved to face him better, took his other hand, and placed it on my other breast. He cupped them, his thumbs finding the nipples even through the material. I breathed in deeply.
"That's good," I said. "What's your first name?"
"Ben."
"I like that name. Ben. Do you like my breasts, Ben?"
"Yes." His hands clenched a little, then relaxed. His eyes stayed on my breasts.
"Ben, I'm a little uncomfortable," I said. He froze, his hands not moving. He looked up at me, startled. I smiled. "No, I just need to stand up for a minute." He relaxed but was wary.
I stood in front of him and slowly unhooked the band of my skirt, unzipped the side panel, and held the material in place for a moment. I enjoyed this, him watching me, everything quiet in the room, while on the other side of the door were over two hundred people. I let my skirt drop, and he hissed.
Well. Of course he would. I mean, I'm shaved smooth, And I wasn't wearing panties. Sarah might have made me go schoolgirl in looks, but she hadn't worried about what I wore underneath.
Or didn't wear.
Those little just-over-the-knee stockings. Those are so nice and silky. I kicked off my shoes. I still had on the blouse and bra.
"Ben, do you like looking at me?"
"Yes." He cleared his throat, sitting on the sofa, watching, his eyes feasting.
I smiled and held out a hand. I motioned, and finally he put one of his hands in mine. I held out my other hand and grasped his second one. I placed his hands firmly on my hips, my fingers at his wrists, and held him there.
"Oh Ben," I said quietly, "I just don't think you were having enough fun at the party." I slid his hands up and down my hips a little.
"Do you like this, Ben?"
"Ye-" he coughed -- "Yeah. I do."
I moved his hands up and down my hips and the sides of my thighs, longer sweeps up and down. I was standing in front of him, my knees pressed to his.
"Ben, are you feeling excited?"
"Yes. Yes, I am." His breathing was definitely quicker and deeper. I edged closer, rocking back and forth on my feet as I moved to stand on each side of his legs.
I took one of his hands and began dipping it in a little towards my crotch, out again.
"Don't you like that, Ben?"
He nodded. I kept moving his hands up and down my hips, dipping in and back out to the sides, over and over, until he began doing that on his own. I lifted off my hands and took off my blouse and tossed it a few feet away. His hands kept moving on my hips. I was smiling and really enjoying this. I unhooked the bra and slid it off my shoulders, holding the cups over my breasts, pushing up a little so the flesh spilled over some. His eyes were watching, his hands kept moving, his movements stronger and more eager now.
"Do you want to see, Ben?"
He nodded.
"No, you have to tell me, Ben. Do you want to see?"
"Yes. I want to see."
"What do you want to see, Ben?"
His breath was harsh. "Your breasts. I want to see them."
I slowly pulled away the bra and tossed it aside on top of the blouse. He had a slight flush on his face. I was wearing studs in my nipples. Sarah would have realized I had rings on if I'd worn those.
I pulled one of his hands up my waist, slowly, until I brought it to the bottom of my breast, then I let him cup it, hold it, capture it in his hand and move his thumb across. I closed my eyes, then opened them, slowly.
"Ben, you're very good." I pulled up his other hand, placed it on my other breast, and while he held them, played with them, I edged closer to him, until I could pull my knees up and onto the sofa, one on each side of his legs. He moved his hands during this until they were finally at my back, holding me. My hands moved to his shoulders.
"Now, Ben, you've made me very excited. I want to play a while." I leaned closer to him, moving my nipples across his jacket and tie slowly, then I balanced on my knees on the sofa, lifting up, and held his head in my hands and pulled him close, and he took one of my nipples in his mouth. He found the stud and tugged at it a little, and I was surprised and pleased. It felt good.
"Oh yes, Ben, I like that." His hands moved down to my thighs, then my bottom, cupping me, lifting me up and towards his chest, and his mouth continued to nibble on my breast. I arched a little so I could push more of me into his mouth, and he took it.
His fingers began digging in me a little, finding the soft skin between the anus and lips, rubbing and pressing gently, and I moaned.
"Yes, Ben, yes, I like that," I said. I pushed against him a little. My clit caught against his tie pin, and I rubbed against it a little, back and forth, flicking my clit against it. "I really like this."
His hands gripped my skin harder, pulling my bottom apart, and I arched a little more now, trying to push my clit into his chest more for some relief.
I was breathing heavily. "What do you like most, Ben," I said, "what do you want most?"
"Everything," he said.
"What do you want first?"
His fingers jerked a little, and he pulled me up more, dipped his head, and kissed my belly. I pulled his head down and held it there, my fingers in his hair. His tongue found my navel, and he licked around it, his tongue dipping in, and I moaned.
"Ben..." I panted.
I could feel one of his hands moving, fumbling at his pants, and I stopped him, moving us apart long enough to unzip him, to open his pants, find his shorts and open them, pull out his cock. It was bulging and hard, with the ridged veins showing eagerness. I took it in one hand and moved the flesh up and down with my hand, sliding it up and down his penis several times, my hand lightly squeezing a little as I did. He moaned. "God," he moaned, and his head went back on the sofa and his eyes were closed. I moved my hand up and down more.
"Ben, are you ready?" I'd already been into his files along with a few other potentials the day before. He was safe.
I rubbed the head of his cock against my clit and he grunted. "Is this where you want it to go, Ben?"
"Yes oh God, yes," he whispered huskily.
I spread my lips apart with one hand then, and rubbed the head of his cock back and forth against them.
