The Christmas party

It was the afternoon of the office Christmas party and as always we were all crowded into the pub next to where we worked. I was separated at the time, but with so many of my female colleagues married I was not expecting a particularly exciting day, but I was wrong. By mid-afternoon the lovely Julie had come to the bar, where I was standing and said “I’m with you today”, which was a total surprise. I knew Julie had only been married to Dave for 18 months at the most and always seemed very happy.

We had a couple of drinks then I suggested we left the noisy party room and went to the pub round the corner which was usually quiet, especially in the tiny back room. She seemed happy with that and off we went, her arm round my waist once we got onto the street. She seemed very relaxed and just slightly tipsy, which made me wonder. Three drinks later in the quiet room of the nearby pub, she was leaning on me and had no objection when I slid my fingers under her coat, which she was still wearing, and slowly eased them down the back of her trousers. There was no reaction as a rubbed my hand against her shapely backside in fact she seemed to be enjoying it.

It was time to move on so I suggested a hotel a couple of hundred yards away where I knew the manager well. She was fine about that and we were there in a couple of minutes, stopping only for a full-on kiss along the way. As I expected the manager was behind reception when we got there and knowing me as he did he reached behind him, took down some keys and handed them to me. “The ground floor suite” he said and I knew where that was from previous experience. Julie became a little hesistant. “I can’t stay long,” she said. “I need to get back and cook David’s tea.” But it was Christmas, I said, and he won’t mind if you’re a bit late. She grimaced a bit then nodded when I suggested a bottle of bubbly. “We don’t really want to be seen here,” I said. “We’d better go in the suite where nobody can see us.” Again she hesitated briefly then followed me. The room had a large sofa and chairs and there was a door at the back which led to a bedroom.

After a glass or two of bubbles she seemed more relaxed as we sat back into sofa. But I knew she didn’t want to be late so I needed to get a move on. I turned her head towards me and we kissed again, this time for longer. She slowly opened her mouth and our tongues met. It was a fabulous feeling because she was a very beautiful woman. I moved my hand to her white blouse and on to her right breast, which was soft and giving. Then I started to undo the buttons as quickly but as gently as I could. She lay back and shut her eyes. Within a minute or so he blouse and bra were off and I could feast on those fabulous breasts. What a moment. “Come on,” I said quite firmly “time to lie down” and I led her through to the bedroom where we flopped on to the large double bed. “I shouldn’t,” she said “I’m happily married.” I reassured her – “yes, but you aren’t the first and you won’t be the last”, I said. “Come on, we may never get another chance.”

Again she lay back and I quickly reached behind her and undid the button on her trousers, then pulled down the zip. Would she protest? I saw her eyes flicker in a sort of panic, but as I stroked her backside and slowly pulled the trousers down,” she relaxed yet again. The trousers soon went and so did the pants. She looked incredible. Meanwhile I was still fully dressed, but not for long. In a few seconds I had stripped off and was next to her with the biggest erection I have ever had. I moved my hand on to her stomach then down over her neat pubic hair to her pussy. One finger went inside then a second. She loved it as I found her clit and rubbed gently. This was amazing. It was time. I rolled her over then moved on top of her before pushing gently inside. Unbelievable. I moved slowly backwards and forwards and as I did so she responded, moving her hips up the down in perfect timing, gasping as she did so. It wouldn’t take long and it didn’t. I finally exploded and as I did so I felt her tighten as we both orgasmed together. It couldn’t have been better. We lay for a while then she sat up and said “I have to go. I’m late.” We dressed quickly and left the hotel, crossing to the taxi rank across the road. One final kiss and we went our seperate ways. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said. There will never be another Christmas like it.