[mf] [exhibition] Fiona, Part 2 – A close call at an office party

[Prelude] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5unlmc/my_dinner_with_someones_fiancee_becomes_my_night/)

[Fiona, Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5wsy4u/mf_fiona_part_one_exhibition/)

It was a winter a few years ago. I had been dating Fiona for a few months, and things were still in a pretty nice honeymoon phase. We were regulars at a bar and pegged each other as fellow sci-fi/fantasy nerds who liked to read books over a pint; and we had instantly clicked. Our ‘first date’ went straight to her inviting me home from the bar and us fucking throughout the night and then me calling in sick to work so that I could keep fucking her throughout the morning. She was pretty hot — short dark hair, gorgeous emerald eyes, slim and fit with a nice sexy midriff, and lovely, natural breasts. Since some of you guys immediately hear Fiona and think Shrek, I’ll help you out and suggest that she looked like a more jock-ish Winona Ryder (circa Reality Bites when she kept her hair in a pixie cut). Beyond her looks, I liked the fact that Fiona was down to earth, and had confidence. She knew that she was pretty, but didn’t let that turn her into being stuck-up. She had an outdoorsy streak as a rock climber and hiker, and worked shifts at a camping store so that also gave her a sort of “one of the guys” vibe in hanging out with men. Her confidence and comfort with her body also manifested in her being a total exhibitionist; which we’ll get to later.

We were hanging out at a rock club, waiting for a friend’s band to take stage. I don’t remember who it was now. I was a former college DJ who stuck around the scene after graduation, so I hung out with a lot of indie musicians who were hoping to make it big, but getting into our thirties, it was now more like a hobby for most of us. Anyway, Fiona and I were in the crowd, I was embracing her from behind and keeping my chin perched on her head, and her arms were holding mine to her. I mentioned to her, “hey, my company’s planning its Holiday Party, on (SOME DATE) and, do you want to go?”

“I could. Do you? Is it a cool party?”

“Well, to be honest, it’s a pretty predictable corporate blowout. Open bar. The same beef/chicken/fish dinner options that you get at an average wedding. Long speeches with dumb inside jokes. Live band and dancing afterwards.”

“You’re really selling it, dude.”

“But, you know, it’s also going to be at a hotel right next to our office, and I figure when the speeches starts, we could duck out early …”

At this I felt Fiona’s hands on me tighten.

“… and go back to my work. Which will be totally empty. And I can find a manager’s office somewhere …”

Her hands started running up and down my forearms.

“… and I can bend you over their desk and give you a thorough annual review.”

Her hands clamped on me again with excitement.

“Deal.”

At the time, I worked in a fairly big software development agency. Our offices were in an old industrial part of the city, on the fifth floor of a brick former furniture factory, and my desk was in an open plan office with a bunch of project manager and architect offices around us. So in the days leading up to the party, I had started scoping out different offices in which to stage shenanigans. There was a software architect named Ian who told me in the elevator that he was planning on skipping the party to get a head start on taking his family out to the Caribbean for a winter vacation, and his office was off in a corner with a bunch of privacy glass between it and the rest of the floor plan, so that became the obvious pick.

On the night of the party, Fiona came to my office, and I let her stash her stuff near my desk while she went to the ladies room to get changed. I had to give her my key because the bathrooms were in a common area near the elevator, so you had to swipe out and in to use them. My boss, Justin, was nearby, talking to another colleague, and I totally caught him undressing my girlfriend with his eyes as she walked away. He made eye contact with me and just gave me this amused smirk. Fiona came back from the ladies room in a gorgeous halter neck cocktail dress, with a hip hugging skirt that rose up to two lengths of fabric that tied behind her neck, giving her a plunging neckline that showed off the alluring valley between her breasts along with a completely bare back that showed off her lean, defined muscles. The girl had guns as well as shoulders that would’ve made Rodin weep with joy. On one arm, she had draped her winter coat and purse, and on the other arm she had a small tote bag that she handed to me.

“Oh, hey, can you just stash this at your desk? Don’t want to carry it around and I don’t know if there’s bag check at the party.”

I opened it up and peeked, and the tote had her street clothes in it. Her bra and panties were right on top.

“Saucy.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just don’t want any outlines to ruin the silhouette of the dress. Purely aesthetic.”

We headed to the party and it was the usual. Hotel ballroom. Nice view. Open bar. Bruschetta. Small Talk. Stuffed mushrooms. Cleavage. Round two of the open bar. For dinner we sat with my desk neighbor, Kevin, and a few other work friends who were around my age and also pop culture and music nerds. Conversation passed easily but neither of Fiona’s or my mind were on the party. As we finished dessert, one of the partners for our agency got up to the stage and started to call everyone’s attention as he started his speech. Fiona took that as her cue to get up and excuse herself to the bathroom.

A couple of minutes later, my phone rang, and I pulled it out of my suit and said, “hello?”

“It’s Fiona, I’m in the lobby, but pretend that I’m Derek (my roommate) and I’m calling you because, ummm, the ceiling in the apartment’s leaking.”

“The what? Wait … how did that happen?”

“I don’t know. Something something pipes froze last night with that cold snap and they’re bursting.”

“How bad is it?”

“It’s really wet. And I need … umm … another pair of hands to help me with this mess.”

“Ok, I’ll be on my way soon. I just need to find Fiona.”

“On my way back.”

Kevin looked over at me and asked, “trouble?”

“Yeah, that was my roommate. Emergency back in the apartment. I need to go sort it out.”

“So convenient.”

Fiona appeared in the banquet hall and I stood up to take her arm and said, “sorry, baby. Derek just called and said that a leak happened in the apartment and he needs help with saving some of our stuff.”

“Oh no! I was having such a good time. Well, goodbye, everyone! It was nice to meet you.”

Kevin just yelled over our shoulders, “well played, you guys!”

It was only a block back to the office from the hotel, and Fiona had her coat on, but still it was a legit cold night. Once we got in the elevator, we started to make out and I slipped my hand into her coat and ran up along the sides of her dress, cupping her breasts through the silky fabric.

“Do you think this elevators got a camera?” I asked.

“You’re asking if we’re putting on a show again?”

I peeled the fabric back from one half of her breast so that I could swirl her nipple, which made her gasp. She said, “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“It’ll be good. Trust me. I’ve got it planned out.”

The elevator opened and I took Fiona’s hand and led her into our empty office wing, swiping my badge to get from the elevator lobby to the office itself. From there Ian’s office was in the far left corner. Most of the lights were turned off, but there was enough to see for cleaning people to get around, but all of the service staff had already finished up and gone home for the evening.

Ian’s office is pretty compact. Just a 10×10 room with an L-shaped desk, a couple of chairs, a bookshelf and a tall narrow window that looked out over a side street. There was some frosted privacy glass in between his office and the rest of the floor, so you could, if you were specifically looking, see shapes of people in the office, but not see who they were, whereas the window pointing out to the side street was totally transparent and visible to anyone looking in from outside. I led Fiona to that window and pressed her against it.

“Thank you for coming in for the interview, Fiona.” I whispered to her as I continued to kiss her neck while my hands massaged her back. “We were quite impressed with your resume and application. But for this position, I have to take a more hands-on approach to evaluating you.”

“Oh, of course, sir. I’m willing to do anything to get hired.”

“Anything?” I let my hands float up to the knot of her dress

“Oh yes.”

I untied the knot of fabric at the top of her dress and let it drop, rendering Fiona topless to anyone on the street.

“Oh, these are quite nice,” I said as I cupped her breasts from behind and nibbled on her ear. “Are you afraid that someone on the street will see?”

“No.”

“Do you like it?” I let one of my hands trail down to her skirt and started pulling it up.

“Yes.”

“Is that because you’re a slut?” That hand started to part her thigh.

“Oh, fuck. Yes.”

My fingers found her pussy wet and ready, and they went right in as my other hand lifted one of her legs to hitch it up on Ian’s bookcase. Because Fiona was quite a bit shorter than me, fucking her while standing was always a bit tricky. I pushed up her skirt and admired her firm, smooth ass for a moment before trying to bend my legs to line up my dick and slide it home.

She moaned as I went in. “Ohhhh! Yeahhhhh. That’s iiiiit!”

Her pussy, was so hot, so willing for this, but the angle was just really awkward for me. So after a couple of tries, I pulled out then picked her up and set her on top of Ian’s desk. Then I kissed her and went in again. This was a bit easier to do, though Fiona had to hold on to the edge of the desk to avoid me banging her into Ian’s computer monitor and laptop stand.

Then we heard the door to the our wing open.

We slowed down a bit. I put my hand in over Fiona’s mouth, but I kept my cock inside her. She whimpered as I gave one slow thrust after another, but I was also trying to listen for footsteps to get a sense of who was coming. Then there was a voice, muted but familiar. It was Justin.

“Oh, shit,” I whispered to Fiona, “that’s my boss.”

“What?”

“And his office is right before this one.”

The light came on in the corridor and I felt Fiona move her hands from the desk to my shoulders to cling on to me and bury her face in my shoulder. She groaned into my neck as I kept fucking her; but my brain had split into two halves. The first half was legitimately, going “oh shit. oh shit. Please don’t let this be a disaster” and the other half was going “I can’t stop. I can’t stop. I’m almost there.”

Then footsteps. Then the sound of Justin’s door opening next to us. Then the sound of his wife and him talking about something.

Fiona whispered into my ear. “maybe if he walks in, you should ask them to just join us.”

That was it. That was all she needed to say. I just moaned into Fiona’s neck and let myself flood her wicked little pussy.

The voices next door stopped. And we both held very still.

Then the light next to us went out and we heard the footsteps walking away. Then there was the sound of them leaving our wing.

Some of my come had spilled out onto the faux leather mat that was on top of Ian’s desk, and Fiona and I tried to steal some of his tissues to clean up. But we realized that we had pushed our luck quite far. So I helped Fiona tie her dress back on and then we walk back out into the rest of the office. We got our bags and my coat from desk and then walked out into the elevator.

We saw Justin and his wife standing there waiting for the elevator to arrive.

“Oh, hey,” he said, “we didn’t see you guys in there.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s crazy. We were leaving by the … ummm … fire stairs because that was closer to where her car was parked, but had to go back because we forgot something. Surprised we didn’t see you either.”

“Well we had swung by earlier to get my things, but then we needed to use the bathroom, so we must’ve just missed each other inside.”

The elevator came. We all went in. I very much didn’t look any of them in the eye.

“And,” Justin said continuing the conversation “I saw that your coat and bag were still at your desk, so I thought you had gone back to the party.”

“Well, that’s what we forgot.”

“Oh. You must have been very distracted. I hate it when that happens to me.”

“Yup.”

“So, umm, if you were going to leave by the fire stairs, why are you using the elevator now?”

Mrs. Justin just started laughing and put her hand on her husband’s arm. “That’s enough, dear. Just let them enjoy their weekend.”

Fiona was blushing like a tomato and just smiled and said, “thank you. Happy holidays.”

The elevator opened and we just bolted out of there while trying our best not to start laughing.

Once we left the building and were out of earshot, Fiona whispered to me, “well, that was interesting.”

“Did you mean that part about wanting to have other people join in?”

“What do you think?” She squeezed my hand.

That’s another story.

(Epilogue: After he got back from vacation, I was doing a code review meeting with Ian, and couldn’t help but notice him picking away with his thumbnail at this part of his desk mat.

“I really should just stopping drink my tea at my desk,” he said, “I keep making messes like this.”)

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