Story by Sheena
The Company Christmas Party

His smell was intoxicating, as she nuzzled into his neck. The music slow and rhythmic, they danced unaware of the people around them, on the semi lit dance floor. She pressed her hips tight against his thigh, his hand at her waist pulled her closer.
The chemistry had been there for some time. The eye contact was electric, they knew it would be just a matter of time and opportunity. They had been working side by side for almost a year, now that they held each other as they danced, months of longing percolated into passion.

He moved her from his thigh to face him front on and wrapped his arms around her. She felt his hardness and breath on her hair. The music didn’t matter any more, between songs they kept the motion. They were now the only couple left on the dance floor, the band had finished for the night. They kept moving to their own rhythm, kissing each other as they felt their pulses rise.

As the lights came on, they were jolted back to Earth, and without a word made their way outside. The cold air biting the skin exposed from her backless gown. He wraps his jacket round her shoulders and they bundle into a cab.

He holds the door open for her to enter his room, but she can’t make it through the door before devouring his mouth. He pins her against the wall pushing her gown up to feel her silken thighs and kisses her full cleavage. She moans with desire and anticipation. This moment has been too long coming and they are hungry for each other. She holds his head in her hands and brings him to her lips, then reaches to unbutton his shirt and undo his belt. She makes him stand still as she undresses him, taking charge of him. She kisses every inch as it becomes uncovered, then falls to her knees to take him gently into her mouth. He groans with pleasure as she tantalises him with her tongue, rolling her tongue round his velvet head.

She releases him and falls back onto the bed, beckoning him with her eyes. He slides her gown off and kisses her thighs and feet as he removes her stockings. He unfastens her bra and cups her breasts as they fall free, breathing in her sweet smell and licking her nipples. He stops for a moment to gaze upon her, revelling in her seductive beauty, then begins to lightly kiss her face, neck and tummy, while he pulls at her erect nipples. She writhes under his touch, and pulls his head towards her groin. He tastes her wetness and massages her inner thighs, so softly and expertly, seeking out her pleasure points. His tongue deep inside her, probing, then returns to her pulsing clitoris.

Her breathing accelerates as he delights her, he moves to her breast, then lips and as he does, slides inside her. They both sigh with ecstasy, as he fills her completely, her legs raised to take him. They strike a rhythm and he pumps her in a circular motion, she moves her hips to match his gyrations. He quickens the pace and she can’t control herself as he pumps faster, and her moans and sighs accelerate. He needs to taste her cum and buries his head in between her thighs once more, as she releases a hot wet rush onto his searching tongue. He is electrified by her and feels his balls tighten. He rolls on to his back as she tries to catch her breath, and pulls her onto him. She sits astride him, bathing his belly with her juices and tantalizing his penis by rubbing her wetness along his shaft. She holds him erect and sits deeply onto him, and he watches her face and her eyes roll as she takes him. She squeezes her internal muscles to stimulate him and grinds hard on him, making him groan and writhe in excstasy. She feels him fill her to the brim and she loses control once more, panting as she increases the speed and power of her thrusting, her clitoris hard and throbbing. They both explode in orgasm simultaneously and the wetness floods his groin.
He rolls down to lay beside her and takes her in his arms, still breathless, still sighing. The anticipation and longing fulfilled…….for now, at least.





 
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