1. The Office Party


    Date: 2/23/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: chicamala, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    The day begins just as any other winter day, cold, and cloudy. In the distance I see the mountains, the downtown skyline, and some of the harbor lights. The traffic is busy with the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles. All this is music to my ears. The drive into work is as usual with people stressed, but not me. I wake up early, and take a change of clothes with me for after work. Today we have the annual office party. "Good Morning, Andrew," I smile as we meet in the elevator. We chat some on the way up to our floor in the elevator. The office is somewhat quiet as only few others have arrived. As we part ways, my head turns with a slight sigh. I see him walking away with his broad shoulders, and an aura of masculinity, which draws me to him. He is wearing a dark grey suit, a white shirt, immaculately shined shoes and a pinstripe tie. His dark brown hair combed and styled to perfection. "Stop gawking," I murmur to myself. I walk slowly to my office. I ask my assistant to please ensure the garment bag and things in the trunk are placed in my side dressing room. "With as much travel and business dinners I attend, I should have at least a studio apartment in the building." I think to myself. The day goes smooth, as the business day concludes; the office seems to change moods. The easy music turns to a joyful Christmas serenade. Important business executives are expected to attend. So I walk to my private room and begin the process of feeling like a woman. I pour myself a glass ...
    of one of my favorite wines. The intoxicating subtle aroma of strawberry and cherry of the 1971 Domaine Georges & Christopher Roumier wine floods my senses. . The perfumes, the makeup...oh what a feeling they bring. Femininity is in the air. Forty-five minutes later I emerge. As I descend down the stairs to the party area, I see the shimmering lights, and others elegantly dressed. Tuxedos and evening dresses are everywhere, all very elegant. I am wearing an Oscar De La Renta, black, low back; it hugs my curves in the right places, and a slit to the side to show my smooth shaped thigh. I mingle with the others and I see Andrew out of the corner of my eye. Oh does he know what he does to my heart beat, to my essence? I am taken to the dance floor, and after the second set we are interrupted. Oh my, it is him. I take his hand, he twirls me and all I can do is smile up at him. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer to him. He has a strong grip on me, as a slow song begins and he holds me tight. He whispers, "You look amazing!" My heart races, my head resting on his shoulder. He pulls me even closer as we dance to a secluded area, where the lights are almost non-existent. My hair brushes softly against his cheek, and I forget about everyone around us. Without a second thought he kisses my exposed neck. I whimper. The melody, his hand caressing the small of my back, his heartbeat, and his breath, they all transport me. "Relax, Rigel," he commands in a whisper. His deep voice, ...
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