Christmas Party Fun

As it is Christmas time we are having our typical round of parties and get togethers. Last Friday it was time for my boyfriend Troy’s work Christmas Party.  My boyfriend usually hates going to any work parties because he hates to socialize but always drags me along.

This year was no different so I told him that at the very least I would dress up for him and wear one of my sexy sparkly dresses. He loves to see me in sexy short dresses and I love the way it gets him excited when he sees me in them. So he was happy because I was in my sexy dress and I was happy because we were off to dinner with a bunch of people I hadn’t seen in a while.

We arrived to find that the 25 of us had been allocated two long tables along the wall at the rear of the softly lit restaurant. One of the tables was already full and looking a little crowded so we made our way to the other. The place settings were extremely tight so I chose the seat at the head of the table in the corner of the restaurant and Troy took the seat on my left against the wall next to one of his marketing managers.

I was thoroughly enjoying the food, the wine and the company and Troy had relaxed into discussions with his co-workers. The night was going really well. One girl was engaged in a discussion with Troy across the table when to my surprise, without so much as taking a breath, he placed his hand on my bare leg under the table. My face flushed and immediately there was a lump in my throat. It was a thrilling feeling. I felt embarrassed and shocked, but I felt turned on. I couldn’t believe what he was doing. With Troy’s co-worker sitting directly opposite of him he was now ever so lightly stroking my thigh.

I was torn between pushing him away and begging him for more. The conversation kept flowing. I opened my legs ever so slightly. He reached deeper between my thighs and I found my heart firmly in my mouth. I looked at my boyfriend to see if he had detected any change in the mood and then searched quickly for any other knowing eyes. No one seemed aware.

My legs widened more as his strokes moved ever so gently up my thigh. My mind was racing as Troy turned to me looking for confirmation of what he just said to his co-worker. God I didn’t know what he said – my mind was spinning too fast to cope with conversation. I just had to agree and hope what I said was right. He knew he was distracting me and wanted to see what would happen.

I opened my legs further towards him. With my right leg now almost brushing his outer thigh he could now reach the top of my leg. He slowly – too slowly slid his hands towards the top of my legs. Embarrassed, I had to say something before someone noticed my silence. I blurted out something that the boys laughed at and then they asked me about our holiday plans.

Before I could answer Troy reached my panties and flicked his finger across them. I gasped slightly and had to have a quick sip of wine before I could continue telling them about our plans. Troy added pieces to the puzzle as I tried my best to answer his co-workers. Troy was making it even more difficult to answer them when his fingers started to really explore me. How he maintained his composure just made the whole situation all the more surreal. I looked deeply into his eyes when I answered hoping he could understand the level of desire to which he had brought me.

With my mind spinning out of control I decided I had to have more. I closed my legs, leaned over and said I was going to the ladies room.  He pulled his hand away and allowed me to stand up. He turned back to talk to his co-workers as my eyes met his and I said “I’ll be back soon” as I picked up my bag.

I went to the ladies room and looked at myself in the mirror. Tiny little beads of perspiration had formed on my face as my body tried to cope with the flushes I felt. I ducked into a cubicle and stripped off my panties and pushed them deep into my bag then made my way back to the basin to adjust my make-up and sprayed some perfume. I looked at myself again. I couldn’t believe what I was doing but the rush was overwhelming. I walked back to my seat.

I sat waiting as he continued to talk. I wanted him but he seemed to want to tease me. The minutes drew out almost agonizingly until finally he reached for my thigh. I opened my legs to him again. I moved in closer to the table and he slid his fingers up to my pussy. My juices were overflowing as slid his forefinger inside me. I closed my eyes for a brief moment as I drew upon the sensation. I lifted my hand and laid it on his at the table. He gave me a brief glance and smile.

As he slid his finger in and out of my pussy he rubbed his thumb over my clitoris. I was in heaven. I couldn’t help but occasionally thrust myself forward in the chair. At times I squeezed his hand involuntarily, and each time he would turn, smile, and squeeze my hand in return almost reassuring me that no one could see. I could feel the first waves of delight coming over me as he began to subtly work a little more frantically. I looked at him and I knew my orgasm was starting to form. I could feel my eyes staring wildly and my face blushing with tension as my orgasm was starting to roll. I looked down to see my dress hitched up over my waste and his hand working feverishly in and out of my pussy

Then bang . . . it hit. This crescendo of ecstasy rushed throughout my body and I sucked back my moans as my eyes felt like they were going to burst out of their sockets. I reached down and pushed his hand away and squeezed my legs tightly as I desperately tried to regain control of my body. The waves kept pulsing through my body as the orgasm slowly subsided. His co-worker looked at me and asked if I was alright. Troy turned to see me looking impressed. I told them that my wine went down the wrong way. At least it was only partly a lie. I squeezed Troy’s hand and flashed a smile. I can’t wait to get home and just fuck him hard!