"Well I certainly won't tell any of them." And with that she grinned clenched her fists raised her thumbs and said. "I'm excited." Then walked to her desk.
I stared after her shaking my head and smiling. We worked for the same company and had a good relationship. We had attended a number of events and nights out at the pub, with colleagues but I had not been to one of the notorious parties which occurred every quarter or so. I had heard about the last one from Geoff himself but wasn't sure if he had exaggerated or not.
The rumours were that there was a good deal of sexual activity culminating in a mass bed event. My curiosity had been aroused at the time and I had been cajoled until I promised to go to the next party - but if Jill hadn't mentioned it I wouldn't have pursued it.
I didn't dwell on it but each time I bumped into Jill she would smile excitedly and whisper things like "I can't wait" or "two days to go" or words to that effect.
The other thing that niggled at the back of my mind was my bad luck when it came to anything remotely sexually surreptitious. I always got caught. When I was at school I was introduced to this sexy book shop, with an owner who never questioned the age of his customers and thought I was on to a winner. I managed to get a pile of books which were really sexually explicit. This was great and satisfied my adolescent curiosity until I was caught with them in school. I was hauled up before the Head Master and my mother summoned and informed about her perverted son, to my everlasting shame.
My mother became more suspicious about my activities after this and I was caught masturbating by my her. Then by my sister after she found stains on my pyjamas. I was caught having sex by my mother once in my house and by the parents of another girl in her house. All-in-all it did not bode well for me were clandestine sexual activity was involved. However, I reasoned it was many years since those far off pre-marriage days and I was far more mature now and anyway this party was a private party in a private house and I didn't intend to join in. I would go for a laugh.
I decided to go and informed Helen where I would be on the Friday night. She was Ok with this, as she had made arrangements to go out for a meal and a gossip with her friends. Geoff had said that there were maybe twenty coming to his house meeting in the local pub first. I was conscious I was older than most of the others but got on well with them all and they knew I was game for a bit of fun.
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On the night I arrived at about eight. The party was well underway and the drink was flowing. I immediately started catching up, swallowing a couple of large G and T's until I felt the ruddy glow, permeate my body. There was quite a bit of horseplay. I looked about at the party goers present.
Geoff, the host was heavily involved as usual. He was a convivial and charming guy who used to work at the company but had left earlier in the year to take up a better position in a partner organisation. He had been to previous parties when he worked at the company and was the prime instigator in my invitation tonight. We got on well, living on the neighbouring estate from each other. He was handsome and athletic with sandy hair and ice blue eyes and single. His most noteworthy feature was - his schlong. His cock, wang, dick, Johnson, weiner, willy, dong -- get the message his penis. He called it 'The Master'. It's fame (or infamy) was widespread.
Jill had arrived with Julia. They were dressed in the same style but for the dress colour, Jill's green and Julia's red. Julia also had curly hair but light brown in colour, she was slim -- no thin, but with a nice pair of tits which were rumoured to be enhanced by surgery. Whatever they were, they were firm, as I could testify from the occasions when she had forced a kiss on me and pressed the orbs against my chest.
Jay in her forties, an unnatural blonde multi-divorcee, average height with large breasts hips and thighs, purportedly always wore stockings with her knee length boots; usually as part of a 'power-dressing' ensemble, business suit with blouse. Her look bordered on the dominatrix, with lots of black leather, probably why she had so many satisfied male clients. She had hosted the last notorious party; when the attendees had allegedly ended up in bed; and was a very game individual. She was quite sexually aggressive but evidently she loved young men, so that, thankfully kept me safe.
Alison was in her early thirties a friend of Jay's. She was taller than Jay with long mousey hair. She was attractive but not in a classic style. Above average height with a curvaceous, though not fat, body. She had one of the best shaped arses I had ever seen rounded but not fat. She was single. I knew for a fact that Geoff had slept with her, at her birthday party; he had told me the intimate details. It was also obvious because whenever he gave the slightest hint of interest, she melted and responded like a lapdog.
Carol, Donna and Kelly worked together and had arrived in the same taxi. They were all attractive and in their twenties. Carol and Kelly both blondes. Kelly had attended a previous party and enjoyed it to the full by all accounts even though she had a steady boyfriend. It was Carol's first party and she was in a heavy relationship. Donna was dark haired, single and it was her first party.
Kim was in her thirties and married she was quite plain looking but with a twinkle in her eye. Dave who worked in my team, had done a spot of muff-diving with her on the boardroom table one night after work he told me and I had no reason to disbelieve him.
Dave was thin, bald and with eyes that looked out of synch. For some reason, that none of the men could fathom, he had a way with the ladies and could have them eating out of the palm of his hand or anywhere else. He was intelligent and empathetic. He listened to their problems, offered advice, gained their trust and then they did whatever he wanted. I'm not suggesting he wasn't sincere but he tried it on any and all women.
The rest of the party were men, Darren who was tall dark handsome and married, Jim the youngest, blonde, hairy and single and Tom who was young relatively new to the company with thick wiry hair, the hunk of the office. He was engaged to be married.
To my surprise Gaz was there. He was average height, with auburn hair his major facial feature a large nose. I was surprised because he was widely disliked. Dave didn't have a good word to say about him.
I could understand why as he had an irritating manner but felt a bit sorry for him. He was always ok with me but I was a manager at his work and he had an authority thing. He thought that authority was always right. This left me feeling uncomfortable as I wanted to take some enjoyment out of the night, without having to be judged by Gaz. He was looking particularly morose tonight so I approached and engaged him in conversation. He said he had heard about the party and as he was feeling a bit down just thought he'd pop along on his own, to see if there was any action. After a few minutes of talking to him I found it draining and diverted my attention, by talking to Tom.
"What's he doing here?" Tom asked.
"He just popped along." I answered.
"Well I hope he doesn't stay. He'll spoil it."
"Oh he's ok." I tried to get him some sympathy. "He's just feeling a bit miserable and needs cheering up."
"I hope he changes his miserable face or he'll drag us all down."
I knew what he meant.
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As the night wore on the drink flowed, and conversations turned to the previous party, which no more than half of them attended. There were whispered conversations between attendees and non-attendees followed by guffaws of laughter.
Jay had already homed in on Jim who was the youngest male. She was sat on his knee running her fingers through his hair as she downed copious amounts of rum and coke.
Some of the girls got up to dance, on an impromptu dance floor created by moving the tables. Soul music boomed from the jukebox. At about nine the landlord approached me, presumably as I was the oldest, to see if I could bring any order to the group; as they were disturbing the other customers.
Carol, Donna and Kelly were dancing with their skirts up their arses, flashing their panties. This was upsetting the quiet ambiance of the pub for the married couples who had come out for a quiet night; the wives wore stony faces, the husbands sneaked a peek pretending to look elsewhere.
I spoke to the girls and asked them to calm it down but they were on a mission and we weren't at work, so they ignored me. Julia and Jill danced and flung the hems of their dresses around flashing their thighs and stocking tops. A couple of male old age pensioners were clearly reminiscing.
Gaz sipped his drink and looked with some distain at the performances. Somehow I'd ended up beside him.
"The girls seem to be enjoying it." He said without emotion.
"Yes." I said.
"A bit slutty if you ask me." He pointed with his drink at them.
I was annoyed at his tone, especially as his observation included Jill.
"Look they're having a bit of fun. Don't spoil it." He detected my annoyance and I saw my opportunity. "Anyway, leave if you don't fancy it. Don't spoil it for everyone else."
"Oh I'm not meaning anything just that they want to be careful." He was defensive. "They could give people the wrong impression."
I was starting to agree with Tom that Gaz would put a damper on the party. I thought I'd have a word with the gregarious Geoff to discourage him inviting Gaz but before I could speak he'd already invited him.
