The twinkling lights winked at me like they knew a secret.
Just great, even the Christmas decorations mocked me. It was such a mistake coming to this party. I was just so desperate to see Taylor, my crush du jour. But it was the cliché office party with everyone was getting drunk and hooking up. I bet most would regret it later. Perhaps it was not the best place to get together with the man of my dreams, not that he would show up. That meant I would probably be the only person here that didn’t hook up tonight, not unless Taylor happened to show. I was really beginning to think he wasn’t going to show. That would be just my luck, get all dressed up with him in mind and he doesn’t even see me.
I glanced around the room, everything was in pairs. The candy canes were spooning together on the tree, evergreen boughs were twisted together in garlands, stars twinkled merrily as pairs, and the people- yeah they were breaking off into twosomes too.
Even the office geek, Roger, was currently getting frisky in the corner with the usually shy Melanie who had let her hair down tonight. Literally. She always wore her hair pulled tight in a severe bun at the office, but tonight it cascaded in waves around her shoulders. She had even put on some makeup and a cute outfit. The girl was really pretty when she dolled herself up a bit. It was quite clear Roger thought so, too. Of course he’d been eyeing her for months even with the tight bun and frumpy office attire she always wore. Now they were in the corner and he had his hand under her tight fitting red velvet top. Naughty, naughty.
In the middle of the room was Christine under the mistletoe with massive amounts of cleavage spilling out and over the top of her dress. She was the hostess of the party and the office receptionist. She was currently kissing our boss, George, who had his hands full of her round behind. The woman was anything but subtle. She had been trying to entice George into her panties for months now, but the gossip mill and Christine herself stated she hadn’t been successful… yet. Looked like that was going to change tonight.
This whole party was her idea; she even threw it at her house instead of the office to make it cozier. And boy was it! Christine had a lavish place. I wondered how she afforded such a nice pad when she was just a receptionist. There were rumors about a pricy divorce. I guess her former husband was wealthy- perhaps formerly wealthy. Christine seemed to have made out very well.
I wandered around aimlessly looking for him but I didn’t really expect Taylor to show up. He believed in keeping business and pleasure separate. That’s why we weren’t together. At least I hoped that was the only reason. The way my luck goes he could be married or have a girlfriend and was just afraid to tell me. I really hoped not. I was like a crazy school girl when it came to him. That man could make me feel things…he just couldn’t be married, that would be tragic.
I didn’t really think Taylor was married, I was just creating paranoid scenarios in my head, he sure didn’t seem married when we were falling into each other’s arms in the supply closet or getting really close during those late night brainstorming sessions. Too bad we hadn’t gotten even closer. He always pulled back before things went too far.
It was so clear there was something between us, a powerful attraction we couldn’t deny, at least I couldn’t deny it. He seemed to deny it just fine… to a point. He always said it was improper to mix work and pleasure, that his job was important to him and he wanted to keep his work and personal life separate as much as possible even though he did have feelings for me.
Feelings. He sure could cop a feel. Not that I minded. In fact I craved it. I couldn’t get that one night out of my mind…the night we had been so close to making love right there with the Chinese food spread out across the break room table.
It had been one of our late night brainstorming sessions when we were working on the Harrison account. Both of us had been assigned to that client because of our skill set, him with the art and me with the words. They wanted a beautiful campaign that emphasized both skillful wording and beautiful imagery. Taylor and I made the best team. I know we’d be great in bed, too… if I could just get him there.
I flushed just thinking about the heat that coursed between us, the way his hands had felt on my bare breasts…before he had pulled away and wouldn’t let it go any farther.
Just then I heard the most beautiful sound in the world…his voice, “Karen, you’re here,” Taylor sounded surprised.
I turned around and there he was splendidly handsome in his dark slacks and polo shirt. His normally unruly dark curls were tamed with some hair product and he looked gorgeous in the twinkle of the Christmas lights.
“I am so glad you’re here, I didn’t know if you were coming. I didn’t see you at the office today to ask.” Was my voice shaking? I was pathetic, truly pathetic. I hadn’t been this gaga over a guy since high school.
“Uhm, yeah. For a few minutes. I wasn’t there long, I took most of the day off, had some appointments…” His voice trailed off as he stared at me. “You look really beautiful tonight,” he said huskily as he looked me up and down.
Damn right I looked good! I was wearing the sexiest red dress ever which I had cleaned and restored just for this occasion. And I bought new shoes, not that a girl needs an excuse to buy shoes… I even had my hair done for this thing just hoping he’d notice me. But more than anything it would be the dress that had to grab his attention.
This perfect dress showed off my curves. Ample cleavage peaked out from the low cut top and the tight hugging waist emphasized the feminine swell of my hips and a slit up the side showed a little leg. Not too much, but just enough to entice. The dress wasn’t over the top slutty, it was old Hollywood class. And it was authentic. A vintage 1940s gown that had been my grandma’s, I had found it in her attic while cleaning. Judging from the look of desire in Taylor’s eyes it was worth every penny I spent to have it cleaned and restored.
“Wow where did you get that vintage dress, it must have cost a fortune?” He asked as he kept eying my cleavage.
“You know vintage clothes?” I asked.
“Just a little, my mom and sister are really into vintage. They own a little shop, Vintage Vixens over on Main.”
“That’s where I had this restored. They do a lovely job. I must have met them.”
“Probably, they are really the only ones working there except during the holidays when they hire a few girls but all the part timers do is operate the cash register. If you had that restored then my mom handled it.”
“She did a fabulous job.” Was I really talking about clothes with Taylor? I’d rather be tearing his clothes off.
“Sooo…” He looked uncomfortable. “Can I grab you a drink?” Was that all he could come up with? Not that I was doing any better. I was as nervous and tongue tied as him.
“Sure, I’d love one. Can you see if they have an Amaretto sour or a whiskey sour?”
“You got it,” he said with that sexy smile of his before he turned and walked away to grab some drinks.
I wanted to beat my head against something or hang myself from the strands of Christmas lights still twinkling and winking at me, mocking me with every blink. I wanted Taylor so bad it was driving me nuts and all I could think to talk to him about was vintage clothes. I would pay to see this designer gown on the floor of his bedroom…or mine for that matter as long as he was there with me.
“Here’s you drink.” I squeaked and about jumped out of my skin, I had not heard him sneak up behind me...again. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I smiled at him, “Not your fault, I was lost in thought.”
“When I went to get the drinks I took a peak around the place, would you like to go somewhere more private…you know less noisy… so we can…talk” He looked nervous again but now he was talking. Alone! With Taylor. My Christmas wish come true.
“I would love to.” I grabbed his outstretched hand and let him lead the way to a den/library area that was deserted.
I looked around the dark masculine room, “This room doesn’t fit Christine at all.”
“No, it was her ex husband’s office. I heard they had a bad breakup. She caught him cheating then took him for every dime. She doesn’t even come in here.”
“Really?” I wondered how he knew all that. A twinge of jealousy rippled through me.
“Christine and my sister, Tonya, are close,” he said answering my silent questions and cutting off the jealousy growing inside me.
He motioned to the sofa, “Karen, come sit down with me.”
“OK…” Was he finally making his move?
“I have something to tell you.”
Uh oh! Maybe not. Maybe he was going to let me down gently.
“Oh, what it is?” I asked as I gingerly eased my way onto the leather sofa trying to look sexy and composed when inside I was shaking terribly.
“I found a new job.”
“That’s great! Wait, what? A new job? Where?” My heart sank; I wasn’t going to see him everyday anymore.
“At Kalvins. I start on Monday.”
“Why did you leave?”
“Because of you.”
I looked up at him. Was I so hideous he had to get away from me? “Me?” I asked quietly looking down at the floor. I couldn’t let him see the tears welling up in my eyes.
He scooted closer to me and gently lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes. Then he leaned down and gently kissed my lips. His full velvety lips murmured against mine,
“You know how I cannot mingle business and pleasure; I had to leave so I could be with you. I know it sounds weird and old fashioned, but I want to see you every single day, just not on the job.”
“Really?” I asked incredulously, Oh. My. God. He wanted to be with me!
“Yes, really. What did you think?”
I scooted back, “Taylor, I don’t know, there were all the mixed signals and I just didn’t…”
He grabbed me and silenced me with a kiss. This one harder and more demanding than the last. He pushed me back onto the sofa and slid his body over mine easily.
“I couldn’t take it anymore, Karen. Seeing you every day…I wanted to be all over you…all the time. It was driving me crazy. But now… now I can have you.” His lips crushed mine in a searing, mind bending kiss. I melted into him. The heat between us was fast reaching the boiling point.
His hands slid to my back and carefully unzipped my dress. He pulled me up to a standing position, gently pulling the dress off me. Then he carefully laid the dress over the top of a nearby wingback chair. I would have never thought Taylor had such moves but I guess a man that knows his way around women’s clothes knows how to easily get a woman out of them.
I lounged across the sofa in my black velvet and lace bra, matching thong and thigh highs. I was still wearing the sexy “come fuck me” heels, too. I spent so much time hoping he would see me in this ensemble I was going to make sure I got my money’s worth.
“God, Karen you are more beautiful than I imagined.” He stared at me in awe, desire apparent in his eyes and in much lower places. The bulge in the front of his slacks was so humungous it looked like it was ready to rip through the fabric at any moment. As I appreciated the sight of Taylor’s aroused body he removed his clothing, making me even more appreciative.
Once he was naked he moved toward me and much to my delight his naked flesh met mine.
One of his hands trailed down my belly, teasing and taunting me as he swirled his fingertips over my heated flesh. I trembled with anticipation as his hands swirled around, circling lower and lower until his large hand was at my heated core caressing me through the velvet and lace of my thong.
His fingers kept up with their teasing movement as he crept around my panty line, then deftly breached the border and snuck a finger inside. One large finger probed through my short, silken curls then dipped lower into my bare shaven folds, pushing into my heated wetness as he slipped over my clit and delved inside me.
My thong was soon pushed aside as his whole hand found its way to the bare flesh between my thighs. Two fingers dipped and moved expertly inside me as his thumb circled my clit with slow deliberate motions driving me wild.
His other hand was busy undoing my bra and pushing it out of the way while his lips kissed every inch of flesh they came in contact with. When finally my bra was out of the way and my breasts were exposed, his glorious mouth found them. He eagerly sucked each nipple into his mouth one at a time until they puckered and stood at attention.
My back arched and my knees trembled. I was in overload from all the wonderful things he was doing to my body. Finally my wildest dreams were coming true. Taylor was going to make love to me.
He sucked my right nipple into his mouth, this time harder than before as he dipped yet another finger inside me. My body arced off the sofa as a wave of pleasure tore through me. I cried out his name as my fingernails raked down his back.
Taylor held on tight as the orgasm rocked my body and the emotion almost brought me to tears.
As I recovered he untangled himself from my grasp and soon I was pulled across the sofa and into a sitting position across his bare lap where I sat face to face with Taylor.
His eyes were heavy lidded, filled with lust. His lips were parted and so close to mine.
I looked down at the large erection that stood long and tall between us, “Oh my,” I purred, “he’s a big one.” Taylor grinned and had that look that confident men get during sexual situations.
I was primed and ready. I slid closer, rubbing my wet sex against the length of his shaft as I moved in and devoured his lips with my own. I ground my body into his, sliding and teasing us both as I kissed him passionately, dipping my tongue into his sweet cinnamon flavored mouth, caressing his tongue with my own.
His hands gripped my ass, lifting me and spreading me open. I reached between us and guided him to my opening then slowly slid down onto him.
I watched his eyes roll back and flutter as I sank onto his long cock, taking him into me inch by wonderful inch until I had him fully buried in my wet, achingly hot pussy. Then I began to rock and move up and down, slowly at first then I gained momentum as his moans matched my own. I bounced up and down fast and fierce, grinding my body into his, rubbing all the right places together for maximum pleasure.
I could feel it building inside me, a tsunami of massive pleasure was about to hit me with a force I had never experienced before. My body began to shake and bright lights flashed behind my eyelids, the waves were rippling through my body…then in the throes of passion…he said my name.
“Oh, my God, Karen, I’m going to come!”
His arms wrapped tightly around me, his cock stiffened and I exploded, we exploded… together. The wave hit me so hard I would have fallen off him if he hadn’t been holding me so tight. Wave after wave crashed over and through my body, I shivered and shook on top of him as he pumped hot fire into me.
It was the most exquisite experience of my life.
After a few moments I finally recovered enough to move and speak, “So are we going to see each other after this?” I asked stupidly.
He looked at me with a big grin on his face, “Every single day, darling, much more than we ever saw each other while working together. I didn’t give up a great job for a one night stand, Karen. I have fallen for you. Fallen hard.”
I felt him twitch and stiffen inside me, “Speaking of hard…”
“Yeah, hope you’re ready for round two.” He laughed as he tossed me backwards on the sofa throwing my legs up over my head and thrusting into me with a force I hadn’t expected from him. Damn, I loved this side of Taylor. Hell, I loved Taylor. I had loved him all along. I was looking forward to doing this over and over. I am so glad he found a new job.
Maybe this was the reason those damn Christmas lights had been winking at me.
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
