Christmas Party
written by:
kinkykes

Just a quick story inspired by my Christmas... Please leave feedback and let me know what you think.

He wasn't sure what tonight might bring. He knew what he wanted and was convinced it would happen, just a case of when. He pulled on his cowboy boots and stood. He was over six feet tall, wore jeans and a leather jacket over a shirt. He glanced in the mirror as he walked out of his apartment. Outside the black and cold night met him. He paused by his bike thinking if only it was not so cold he might have been tempted to ride to the party. Instead he hunkered down into his jacket and strode out along the road, clutching a bottle of wine.

The house was brightly lit, lots of noise permeated out, people singing and laughing. Was she one of them? He approached the door. He presented his hostess with the bottle of wine and kissed her on the cheek. She giggled and ushered him inside. The heat and smell of mulled wine was the first thing he noticed. The second, that she wasn't in the hall or the lounge. His hostess guided him into the kitchen where the hubby was stirring a large pan of wine and spices and was trying not to burn batches of sausage rolls and mince pies. He shouted out a greeting and thrust a glass of wine into his cold hands. Not really his sort of thing, but the hot glass warmed his chilled fingers. He offered his assistance and pulled out of the oven trays of food and received a grateful thumbs up from his host. He felt more comfortable in here and helping was a good excuse not to have to mingle and make small talk with strangers. He dished out drinks as more people arrived, some he knew from work and he slowly started to relax. There were a few quite scantily dressed girls that caught his eye and he appreciated their long legs and tight arses. Tempting, but not what he wanted.

He has been at the party for at least an hour and was starting to doubt she would arrive. And even if she did, that he would get her on his own. The drink had been flowing freely and there was a rise in the noise levels and some drunken shouting going on. Some of the guests had spilled out into the garden and were bouncing on the kid's trampoline, others were dancing to music in the lounge. He was strangely sober despite three glasses of mulled wine and a beer. He sensed her before he saw her. Suddenly aware of high heel boots in front of his face which was bent over the oven where he was checking on yet more mince pies. Boots he could recognise with his eyes shut. Legs he knew as well as his own and which normally sat crossed underneath the desk opposite him at work. The short black skirt was new however. His eyes slowly toured up her body, impressed with the swaying hips and shimmering blue satin top which could not hide the fact she wore a plunge bra pushing her tits together and creating such lovely cleavage that he struggled to make his eyes travel up to her face. She wore her hair up, showing off her long neck, so desirable. Her lips enhanced by bright red lipstick were moving and he struggled to concentrate on what she was saying.

He jumped to his feet and she smiled straight at him. "I was enjoying you kneeling at my feet" she joked. "So, do I get a glass of mulled wine? I was told there was a nice man who would serve me. Didn't realise you had been roped into this job". He passed her a glass of wine and offered her a hot sausage roll which she declined. "they say all the best parties happen in the kitchen." She remarked. "so I hear" he managed to reply. "you're not very chatty tonight, not got anything to say to me?" she teased. " And there was me thinking you might be pleased to see me and the effort I put in to my outfit" she continued deliberately pushing pout her chest to emphasise her cleavage. She was flirting with him. He opened his mouth to reply, but she started to walk away, " I'll be in the lounge dancing, if you want me" she called over he shoulder, laughed and walked away, sipping her wine. He watched her shapely butt as she disappeared through the door way and leant back on the work surface and let out his breath. He shook his head, not quite believing her words and the suggestive images that had been quick to rise in his mind, prompted by her words. "I wouldn't be standing there with that dumb look on my face if she has just dropped all those hints to me mate", his host had clearly witnessed their exchange. "she was clearly making eyes at you, you lucky devil, if I wasn't married I would have been in there like a shot. No correct that, if I thought I could have gotten away with it, I would have been in there like a shot anyway! Now bugger off and find her, claim an early Christmas present". His host shoved him in the direction of the lounge. He grabbed another beer and followed his host's advice.

He stood half hidden in the door way behind the Christmas tree and observed her. She moved effortlessly to the music. He was mesmerised by her hips and butt. He imagined them moving back and fore riding his cock and realised just how aroused she made him. He pulled his shirt down over his swollen groin. She was twirling in circles with her hands above her head. One still clutched her wine glass. Her tits thrust upwards and jiggled as she moved. The music changed to ‘Come on Eileen'. She put down her wine and started to jump with the others at the chorus and he swallowed hard. Her tits were nearly spilling out of her top. He let out a moan, exposing herself in public was such a turn on for him. Her eyes found his. It was as if she had read his mind and she smiled and deliberately pulled her top lower showing a hint of a rosy nipple. She licked her finger and caressed her nipple. It happened so fast he almost doubted what he had just witnessed. She crooked her finger at him and beckoned for him to join her.

He moved away from the door, circling the group of dancers, his eyes never leaving hers. He felt he was hunting his prey. He wanted to own and possess her completely and knew tonight would be the night. She performed and danced it seemed just for him. Shaking her arse to tease him; rubbing her hands over her hips and up her body, lingering over her cunt and then up to stroke her tits. Licking her lips with her tongue and laughing and loving the look on his face.

He moved into the throng and grabbed her pulling her with strong arms against him. Enjoying the way her eyes lit up when she felt his hardness and how she moved her hips into his when he placed his hands on her arse and they gyrated in unison her hands around her neck. Her breath smelt spicy from the wine. He felt her fingers play with his neck and move in small circles against his skin. He hated being touched like that normally, but not tonight, it seemed to drive his desire to a new level. He had to have her and now. He tried to lead her away from the other dancers, but she resisted and turned away from him. He moved back quickly reclaiming her and his place beside her. She pushed her arse into his groin this time, looped her hands behind his neck and wiggled her body up and down his. Conscious that other of their work colleagues were watching their flirting and dirty dancing, he wanted to be alone with her, but she seemed to be so enjoying their open display of lust. He closed his eyes torn between wanting her there and then and the turn on he was getting from the public display she was putting on. It was having a wickedly good effect on her.

He gave himself up. He used his own fingers to gently stroke her hips. He let them wander around on to her stomach and then down to feel her pubes through flimsy panties. He felt her pause for a tiny second and then continued to sway against him. He let his hands move upwards, mimicking her earlier teasing caressing. He let his fingers rest on her tits and then he pulled her top down using his own fingers to stroke her nipples, aware that anyone looking would see him fondling her. There were too many people moving in and out of view to know if they were being observed. But the thrill had made her gasp and he had trouble keeping himself under control.

She suddenly tried to move away from him. But he wouldn't let her go. She turned to face him. "Let me go!" she cried. "Never" he replied. She looked uncertain. "What did you say?" "You heard me". She looked around her seeking some assistance. He lessened his hold on her, but instead moved his hands over her arse and then moved one up to stroke her neck. She closed her eyes and relaxed, moving her body into his. He continued until she looked up at him. The reluctance was still there in her face, but he also saw desire. This time when he tried to lead her away from the crowd she came. He walked slowly into the hall way and then up the stairs. He took her along the landing and into the room where the hostess had taken his coat earlier. It was clearly their hosts' bedroom. He closed the door and turned to face her.

"Strip" he commanded. "what!" her face registered a mix of astonishment and fear. "You heard me" "You can't expect me to do that" "I can and do" he said. "Now start with your boots". She looked furious. And then her face changed. She unzipped her boots and threw them at him. She pulled her top over her head. Unclipped her bra and then wriggled out of her skirt. "Stop!" he commanded. She looked surprised. He admired her body and loved his control over her. He quickly undid his fly and moved towards her. He took out his cock which was so hard and erect. She lowered her eyes and stared at it. "on your knees" he murmured. She obeyed in some kind of trance. Her warm mouth welcomed him and he fucked her mouth. He struggled to contain himself but he withdrew and threw her on top of the coasts, ripped her panties off and then forced himself into her. There was nothing gentle or loving about his actions. He thrust hard and deep inside her. He met no resistance however. The dancing and sucking his cock had made her very aroused and wet. He came hard and fast in her and then rolled off her. She lay panting next to him.

She started to caress herself, turning herself on. She had not had her release. She pushed her fingers inside herself feeling his hot cum inside her tight pussy and started to masturbate. He propped himself up and watched her. He found this such a turn on. She noticed his arousal and climbed on to him and his earlier wish came true as she started to move up and down and around on him, fucking herself against his length. She sucked her fingers tasting the salty mix of her own juices and his cum. He grabbed her nipples and pulled them hard and this seemed to take to the edge. She moaned and moved quicker but didn't come. He moved a hand to smack her arse and continued to tweak her nipple hard. She gasped and screamed out a loud moan telling him he was making her cum. She shuddered and panted and continued to move up and down him until she had had her fill.

She stared at him and smiled. He smiled back. "You are amazing. Everything I expected and more" She raised and eye brow, "Oh really, well that's just a taste of what else might come your way. She looked down at his still swollen cock, "Are you intending to do anything about that?" "mmm, no rush is there?" "well someone else might be wanting this room", "True" he said. He stroked her tits and arse and commanded he to lie on to her stomach. He took her hard and fast from behind, making her scream and pant. He smacked her arse till she really yelped. He felt himself get close to his release. He pounded harder into her then withdrew and pulled her over onto her back to spray hot cum all over her face. She used her fingers to scrape some off and licked her fingers very suggestively. He laughed at her "you are such a slut". "mmmm" was her only reply.

She stood up and got dressed, leaving her torn panties in a small heap on the floor, and then they walked down the stairs. Her face still showed signs of their antics and this was most definitely noticed by the host who met them at the bottom of the stairs. "Wondered where you went. No need to ask what you been doing huh!" "Only next time, can I watch?" They looked at each other "Maybe" he said. "I would like that, and there will be plenty of other times" she said, "oh I left my knickers on the floor for you".

They stepped out into the cold air.