A Christmas Party to Remember [MF]

I’m 33 now but this story was from several years back. I was working at head office for this big bad evil corporation in the Finance department. At the time I was just a Senior Analyst. The department was all relatively younger given the stupid hours we worked. There was an internship program where they would cycle cheap and eager labour through. These were university students ranging from 19 to 22. One of the interns, we’ll just call her Natalie, was this tiny petite girl. About 5’2, and couldn’t have been more than 110 lbs. She had an athletic build with small breasts, nicely toned legs and a very attractive shapely ass. My best guess was that she was a full 32A or a smaller 32B. She was bubbly, smart, and I noticed very flirty with me once she got settled in. She always had a good sense of fashion and would wear dresses that rest in the most optimum of places to highlight her firm body.

The term lasts from start of September to end of December. The office party was usually in the beginning of December so the executives who insist on making an appearance can do so and then go off to their extended winter vacations. Reason I mention this is because we built enough of a relationship where the potential for something to happen was evident.

The party was at a company owned golf course – the attire was relatively formal. Guys were all in suits and ties. She showed up to the party with a very pretty blue and black cocktail dress that fell just short of her knees. A nice part of black heels with dark stockings to match. Throughout the first portion of the night (dinner) we didn’t talk much. It would seem like every time I made my way to her she’d find a reason to leave. It wasn’t until the executives left and the booze started flowing that I noticed a change in her demeanor. At one point the team was all up at the bar figuring out the next round of shots. I was standing behind her with everybody else picking up their glasses. There was a reasonable gap of space between us. Without missing a beat, she sticks out her ass and casually grinds up on me. She’s still talking and laughing with the team and as everyone leaves to go to the dance floor, she grazes her hands on the inside of my leg and walks away. Throughout the night, I kept my cool as best as I could, drinking and dancing, mingling with everyone there. I’d catch some looks from her from time to time but nothing as blatant as before. As the night was drawing to a close, she pulls me off to the side and without breaking eye contact, says very calmly, “I’m calling a cab, we should leave together, we live pretty close to one another.”

Yeah. I’m a simple guy. I can follow that logic. From the golf course, I told the driver we had to make a stop at the corporate building as I had left some of my things there. I had intended it to be a quick endeavour. Once we got there, she quipped, “I’ll come with you – I wanted to get something as well.” At the time, I was too drunk to think anything else of it. As a goal oriented individual, I wanted to pick up my things and get this night going.

Once we got into my cubicle, I grabbed what I needed. As I turned around, she was sitting on my desk hugging one of her legs – I had a clear view of her panties and she was not shy about it. The other one was dangling, not touching the floor. She motioned with her fingers for me to come closer. The second I entered into her range, she pulled me in with her other leg and we kissed. I dropped my belongings at once. One hand went behind her neck the other went to her hips to pull her in even closer. It wasn’t pretty. It was hot heavy and messy. Our mouths were starving. Wet saliva covered faces after we finally broke off. She gently pushes me off and hops off my desk. Without a word, she walks off to the boardroom, with her dress still hiked up and her ass moving side to side as she made her way in.

We work quite a bit of overtime in the office and I know there’s security guards that make rounds every hour. None of that factored into my decision making at this point. She was sitting on the edge of the conference desk, both hands resting on the edge waiting for me to make a move. At that moment with her needy eyes looking back at me, I needed to taste her. I flipped her onto her back with her legs in the air. She made a small yelp noise as I take it that she wasn’t expecting this. I kissed the inside of her thighs and could smell her scent. I licked and nibbled, digging my tongue into her with her panties still on. She was writhing at this point, locking my head in place with her legs crossed behind my back. My arms reach around her legs and pull her soaked panties to the side. Raising my head slightly up, freeing myself from her grip, we made eye contact as she let out an instinctive, “uuuuuumph”. Her panties were torn off and I start to kiss her lips up and down while my fingers circle over the hood of her clit. Her hips were moving to the rhythm of my tongue. The heat coming off of her, combined with her scent and the wet patch that was pooling onto the desk was pure magic.

I started hearing mumbles from her. I struggled to interpret them at first, she kept repeating it, louder and louder. At a certain point all I heard was “fuck me. fuck me. fuck me.” Playing dumb, I wanted to give her a surprise. While eating her out, I slowly unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. My cock was covered in precum and ready. As smoothly as I could in one motion, I stood up and slide myself into her. The initial few inches were quick but the last few I took my time, staring into her eyes. Her eyes widened – a low moan exited her mouth.

It could’ve been the alcohol, it could’ve been the adrenaline rush of the situation. What happened after was very lucid. I remember gripping roughly onto her thigh with her leg propped against my chest. Both of us flooded the room with raw grunts and sharp moans. I remember her hair bouncing with each pump. Her ass slightly being lifted with each thrust. Our bodies collided violently into one another, my cock filling her up with each stroke. She was tight and squeezing me each time but the booze definitely numbed some of the sensation. All that pent up sexual energy we carried throughout the months. All those innocent giggles and glances. Gone. In front of me was this young woman; with a fancy dress, in an expensive boardroom, completely uninhibited and living only for the next sensation her body experiences.

Again the parts here are hazy. I remember flipping her over and fucking her from behind. I wrapped her hair around my hands and pulled slightly back. The sounds escaping her were more than encouraging.

“Yes. More. Harder.”

I wasn’t sure if she wanted her hair pulled harder or for me to fuck her rougher. All I wanted was to drive myself as deep as I could and unload everything I had into this beautiful creature. So I obliged and did both. At this point I had no concept of time but I remember being a sweaty mess. Both our skins were flushed. It wasn’t soon after that I knew I was close. Nearing the end, I was pulling her into me with everything I had. I wanted to savour every moment of this. As I started to shoots bursts of my cum inside of her, I felt her body stiffen and twitch. I heard her muttering “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” and then go completely silent.

She let out an incoherent, “I’m cuuuumming” shortly after as her body spasmed with short wild movements. As I finished my own orgasm, I collapsed on top of her with my cock still buried inside.

Not sure how long we laid there for catching our breathes. At some point, I get up and go to grab some Kleenex from the supply buffets. We cleaned ourselves up… as best we could. Share a laugh at the events that transpired. By the time we get outside, the taxi had already left. We did indeed call another and shared the same one as originally intended.

Every time we went for a meeting in that room, I can never sit near that spot on the table.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pg4v6a/a_christmas_party_to_remember_mf