Hot Christmas Party Surprise (L)

After the surprise I pulled on Drew at his work’s hot Christmas party last year I knew I needed to up the ante this year. Last year’s surprise was pretty good; I wanted this year to be better. I started looking for just the right dress early this fall. Last year, I wore something sexy yet still demure. I found a dress that was more overtly sexy, and a little more revealing – black lace all over, a lower cut wide-V neckline front and back, with a body hugging knee-length skirt. Last year, I wore sexy lingerie underneath, removing my thong while at the party; this year, I decided to not even bother with any panties. Practically speaking, I couldn’t even really wear much of a bra – a challenge, considering the size of my breasts. But I found a very sexy, barely there strapless plunge bra. Thanks to an idea from HornyHubby a few days before this year’s party, I decided to also figure out a way to lure Drew away for a quickie. Drew figured that I might have something planned, but he didn’t know what.

I spent the morning getting Drew’s engine revving by sexting him. I put on the heels that I bought and then took a pic of me modeling them and nothing else. I described to him what I wanted to do with him later. I knew I was having the desired effect when he texted me a photo of his rock hard penis…which in turn made me wetter than I was.

I checked into the hotel as early as I could – 3pm – and decided to get naked and stay that way until just before Drew arrived. This year’s plan was much the same as last year’s – he would work until 5 and then take a taxi over. I soon learned that he’d made a different plan. Once I was in the room, I took off all of my clothes and described in detailed texts to Drew how I was naked and that I thought I might jill off while I waited for him. I laid down on the bed, looked at the photo of Drew’s penis that he sent me earlier, and started fingering myself. I told Drew how I was running my fingers up and down my slit, getting them wet with my juices, rubbing my clit, and moaning with pleasure. I had my fingers inside myself when I heard the lock on the door to the room unlock. My eyes flew open and I sat up in surprise just in time to see Drew walk in with a devious grin on his face.

“Go ahead and put your fingers back in there, baby. I love watching you do that!” he said, as he bolted the door.

“What are doing here so soon?!” I asked him as I watched him take his clothes off.

“Surprise!” was all he said as he removed his boxers, revealing that luscious penis of his, hard as steel and already starting to drip with pre-cum. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you here all by yourself, naked, without me to help you cum.” With that, he lay down on top of me and kissed me deeply. I could feel the head of his cock at my entrance, and I eagerly wrapped my legs around his hips in anticipation.

“Don’t be in such a hurry,” he said as he pushed himself up, hovering above me. “We have plenty of time. I am going to make you cum first. I am going to make you beg me to fuck you.” He slid down and took first one breast in his mouth and then the other, licking all around my nipples and areolas, and gently sucking. As he did that, he moved his fingers (which are longer than mine!) to my clit, gently teasing it. He kept that up with his thumb while he slid two fingers up inside of me and found my sweet spot. My orgasm built up so quickly, I hardly realized I was there until it happened. I cried out as I arched my back in pleasure, my pussy clenching around his fingers.

I opened my eyes to find him watching me with a smile. “What?” I asked.

He replied, “I love watching you cum…I love that I can do that to you.”

He kissed me deeply again, and then began moving his head lower, this time trailing his tongue between my breasts, down my torso, past my navel, following my long, jagged abdominal scar – a remnant of my emergency cesarean section  – finally stopping on my clit. I moaned and moved my hand to the back of his head.

“Oh, feels…so…good…” I managed, as his tongue teased and flicked over my button, and then moved into my pussy. He worked his magic on me, and I began squirming and arching my back.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked me. All I could manage was “Mmmm-hmmm!” My climax began building again, more slowly this time. I gently pushed his head away, and he looked up at me. “Yes?” I looked into his gorgeous eyes, as he asked me “What do you want?” I gazed intently at him, seeing his face wet with my juices, and said, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Are you begging me?”

“Yes…yes, I’m begging you. I am going to cum again, and I want your cock inside me as I do.”

“You’re sure?” he asked, with that devious grin on his face again. Tease.

I growled at him, “YES! NOW!”

He moved up so that his tip was at my entrance. He propped himself up with one arm, and took his cock in his other hand, moving it up and down my slit. “Well, you certainly seem wet enough. Let’s see…” he teased as he slid his thick, meaty cock all the way in and back out again.

I groaned, “Ohhhhh…” as he began to slowly thrust into my pussy, long luxurious strokes. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled his face to mine, and kissed him as he kept stroking. The pace of his thrusts began increasing, and I dug my heels into his ass to spur him on. He thrusted faster and harder into me, and I could feel his balls slapping against my rump with the force of them. My climax was still building, and with his hard and fast thrusts at the angle he was using, my clit rubbed against his pubic bone.

He began grunting, one word with each thrust, “I…am…gonna…cum…hard…” My hips met his every thrust, and pretty soon, my orgasm spilled over in waves. As my juices flowed, and my pussy constricted around his cock, he shot his load into me, pulse after pulse of his hot semen. As he finished, he collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard, my arms wrapped around him. “Oh baby…that felt so good!” He kissed me. “I love you so much!”

“I love you, too. … I think we both need a shower now,” I giggled.

Drew got up and walked into the bathroom to start the shower. I followed, grabbing a tissue on the way in to wipe up some of the juices that were dripping down my legs. We hopped in the shower together, each of us making sure that the other’s body was getting good and lathered up. Then Drew did something for me that I absolutely loved – he washed my hair for me, making sure my scalp got a nice massage in the process. Once we were both thoroughly rinsed, we dried each other off, and I started my flat iron (I have one of those wet-to-dry flat irons…great timesaver!). I stood there, still naked, doing my hair, while Drew stood, leaning on the door frame, watching me and smiling.

“Don’t you need to get dressed?” I asked.

“I have plenty of time. It only takes me a minute. I like watching you get ready,” he replied.

He continued to watch me as I finished my hair and did my makeup. I put my little bra on, and then went to put my dress on. “Aren’t you going to put on any panties?” he asked.

“Nope,” I replied. “Why bother?” Drew grinned and shrugged. “I see your point.”

I shimmied into the dress, and he whistled approvingly. “That dress looks stunning on you!” He zipped me up, and then gently kissed the back of my neck. I turned around and gave him a quick kiss, “Now you need to get dressed!” As promised, it only took him a minute or two to get dressed while I put on my jewelry and my heels. “You look great,” he said as he playfully smacked my bottom, “but I think the heels look better when they’re all that you’re wearing!”

The hot Christmas party started much like last year, though I knew more people this time, so there was less time spent on introductions. As we talked with others, Drew would often let his hand rest on my rear end; I didn’t mind. Perhaps because we had had such a nice romp in the hotel room before the party even started, Drew wasn’t so insistent about trying to slip his hand up my dress during dinner, though his hand was often on my thigh. Dinner was pleasant, the obligatory speeches were actually funny, and then the dancing started. I had gotten into conversation with some other women while Drew chatted with a few co-workers, but then he made me forget all about that when he came up behind me, kissed me on the back of my neck (in front of everyone else!), and asked them to excuse me so we could dance. As he led me to the dance floor, I couldn’t help but notice the other women watching us with slightly envious expressions. Let them be envious, I thought to myself. I kissed my husband as we danced and said, “I think I’m the luckiest, most blessed woman here.”

After a few songs, I decided it was time Drew got his surprise. I had done some scouting of the hotel’s main floor when I first checked in, and noted that there was a family restroom near the ballroom where the party was being held. I took his hand, telling him to come with me for a moment, and I took him into the family restroom, locking the door behind us.

“What are you up to?” Drew asked.

Without a word, I undid his belt and pants, dropped to my knees, and took his penis in my mouth. It quickly grew hard as I licked and sucked. I have a pretty healthy gag reflex, so I’m not able to deep throat him (though I keeping trying, but not this time). As an alternative, I pumped his shaft with one hand, cupped his balls with my other hand, as I took as much of his penis as I comfortably could in my mouth. He was trying to keep quiet – I could tell he was stifling his moans – but his breathing began quickening and I knew he was getting close. I increased the pace of my hand pumping, and began sucking a little harder. Drew braced himself on the wall as he came into my mouth. I’ve been practicing swallowing, and I was able to do it this time. Before I stood back up, I pulled his boxers and pants up for him.

When I stood back up, he kissed me and said, “I cannot believe you just did that!” I smiled, “That was the surprise that I cooked up for you this year.” He laughed, “A blowjob and you swallowing…that was a surprise. I knew you were commando, so I thought you were bringing me in here so I could take you from behind or something. I never imagined…”

Once his clothes were done back up, I peeked my head out of the door, saw no one watching, and we left to go back into the party, hand in hand. Because of our escapades, we stayed at the party a little longer than we did last year. We enjoyed socializing with his colleagues and their spouses/significant others, and Drew enjoyed being the envy of some of his male colleagues. I’m not the best looking woman around (not the worst looking, either), but I adore my husband and I let him know it, and I think that is what they envy. Also, Drew says that I looked hot in that dress! I’m glad he thought so, because he is the one I wanted to please.

We went back upstairs before the party ended, and decided to cuddle naked on the bed while we watched a little TV. It didn’t take Drew long to start fondling my breasts, which led me to start fondling his cock, all while we were kissing. Naturally, that led to more lovemaking, though less urgent and hurried than before. We fell asleep all wrapped up in each other, thoroughly spent. We woke later in the morning than planned (though maybe not, since Drew had arranged for late check out), had a morning quickie to take care of his morning wood – I had a nice, vigorous ride, while Drew sucked on my tits – then had a quick shower together before leaving for home. All in all, we agreed that together we managed to top last year’s hot Christmas party surprise!