The Christmas Party

I’m still not sure how it happened, here I am 25 years old having been happily married to a wonderful husband for the past 4 years, feeling totally confused and guilty about what just happened.

Steve and I have been happily enjoying our marriage and now were even planning on starting a family. Sex has always been great with him. I wasn’t a virgin when I met him, but there had only been one other guy, the product of a disappointing high school date with a guy who turned out to be a bit of a loser. Steve and I met shortly after and we just clicked, and it was kind of a happily ever after relationship.

So, here we are and it’s that Christmas season once again and the usual round of mandatory office parties. You know the ones, like some people you don’t mind socializing with and then there’s some you really don’t want to have to socialize with. The bosses who you have to be nice to, even if you don’t like them, the snotty colleagues who always think they’re better than everyone else, and the office playboy, who in this case was a well-built but somewhat obnoxious guy called Rocky, who seems to think he’s god’s gift to women. I’m sure you know the scene.

Anyway, we come to the day before the party and Steve came down with a dreadful cold. There he was coughing and spluttering away in bed, with me bringing him endless supplies of tissues and hot lemon drinks. Poor guy, I really felt bad for him. We talked about canceling going to the office party, but he insisted I went and how he didn’t want his cold to stop me from enjoying a few drinks with my colleagues. I wasn’t keen on going alone, but he insisted. However, as it happened, my best friend at work, Antonia (Toni to her friends), was also going to be attending the party alone, so we agreed to go together. Fortunately, Toni didn’t drink so was going to be the designated driver. I had no intentions of getting drunk either, so we figured we could attend the party and if it turned out to be no good, we could quietly slip away together and do something more fun.

The evening arrived and having showered and washed and wrapped my brown shoulder length hair in a towel, paused for a moment in front of the mirror. At 25, 5’ 4”, my C-cup breasts still fairly perky, I smiled and mentally complemented myself “not bad”. I wrapped the bath-towel around me and returning to the bedroom stared into my wardrobe trying to decide which dress to wear.

“Why don’t you wear that black lacy dress you have… you always looked great in that” Steve’s voice a little raspy emanated from the bed. He was referring to a black cocktail dress that I had. The dress my husband was referring to was one I’d purchased a few years ago when we were first dating, but since marrying I’d only been able to wear a couple of times. Although a little old, it still fitted well. It was a body-hugging black lace, knee length cocktail, dress… a little too see-through in the wrong light, it was still a nice dress.

Pulling the dress from its hanger and laying it on the bed, I turned to the dresser and reached for a black bra and panties in my undie’s drawer.

“forget the bra, with tit’s as good as yours you certainly don’t need one”, came Steve’s voice from the bed.

“I can’t do that… this dress is quite see-thru in the wrong light, I would feel uncomfortable, besides, I don’t want people getting the wrong idea about me.”, I responded, looking back at Steve, shocked that he would make such a suggestion.

“Hey, they can look but not touch” he responded almost immediately, “besides you look great and it’s kinda hot to have guys wanting you” he added… “just make sure they don’t get to sample the merchandise” he quipped.

I rolled my eyes at him, “As if…”, I laughed at his suggestion, as I stepped into my black bikini briefs and after pulling them up, reluctantly put the bra back into the drawer. I pulled the dress over my head, smoothing it down my body, slipping my arms through the short, flounced sleeves. Backing up to the bed, I asked “would you?” gesturing at Steve to pull up the zipper at the back.

Steve managed a half-hearted whistle, “Dam if I wasn’t feeling so sick, I’d take you right here, right now” he said with a hungry twinkle in his eye that I had now become so familiar with.

I twirled, flicking my hair and looking at him coquettishly, doing my best to taunt him, before sitting on the bed to slip a pair of black hold-up stockings over my legs. I moved over to sit at my dressing table and picked out a nice pair of earrings, necklace, and a charm-bracelet, before setting about working on my make-up. I was just about done when I heard the toot-toot of Toni’s car-horn. I gave myself a good hard look in the mirror and did a sexy twirl for Steve before grabbing my purse, keys, and phone before heading out the door. I called up the stairs “bye honey” before stepping outside and closing the door.

Toni’s car was right outside and seeing me, she leaned across and swung the passenger door open. “Hi Ang, wow you’re looking quite the hottie, does Steve know you’re going out like that?” she quipped rhetorically, knowing full well that Steve was home. Climbing in, I grinned sheepishly, still unsure about the dress, but we headed off towards the party.

Entering the hotel foyer, we were ushered towards the ballroom, and greet by the bosses, together with their overly pampered other halves, flaunting their over-priced jewelry and designer gowns, welcoming each attendee.

Taking in the large function room that the party was to be held in, I was impressed with how beautifully it was decorated, with a huge Christmas tree and large chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling garlanded with Christmas garlands and large bunches of mistletoe. Round tables covered in festive tableware and chairs were organized in the center with a long row of tables down one side of the room, where the buffet was displayed; quite an amazing buffet in fact from the looks of it. Over the far side, a bar had been established but we were warmly greeted by servers holding out trays of champaign cocktails and canapes. A band was playing festive songs on a makeshift stage and a space was clearly set aside in front of the stage for dancing.

One of the ushers in a beautiful ball gown gestured Toni and I over to a large tombola drum, which she then spun before inviting us each to take a ticket.

“That’s your table number” she informed, “we’ve decided this year to arrange it so that everyone gets randomly assigned to a table and that helps avoid little social cliques so we can all get to know each other better”. “On the reverse side is a raffle number and there’s some great prizes to win” she added enthusiastically.

I reached in and drew a ticket, unfolding the paper to reveal #10. Toni followed, reaching in and pulled out another ticket. Looking at the ticket as she unfolded it, “Table 7” she announced, a rather disappointed expression gestured in my direction. I shrugged and deciding to just go with the flow, took a sip of my champagne cocktail. It was nice and I was going to do my best to enjoy the party.

Toni and I wandered around the large function room, sampling canapes and sipping at the champagne cocktails as we cruised the buffet. Aside from a large roast turkey, hams, roast beef, and lamb, there was something for everyone, from Sushi to Lobster.

A familiar, voice from right behind me startled me. “Angie, did you just come out the oven like that turkey there, because dam you’re looking hot”. Toni caught my eye and giggled, winking at me mischievously. I recognized the voice of the office playboy, Rocky, and rolled my eyes back at Toni. Unsure quite how to respond to Rocky’s cheesy pickup line I turned slightly, and smiled politely before continuing to browse the buffet, saying nothing in reply, I was pretty sure that my face flushed from the champagne and the impromptu flattery, albeit at best it must have been one of the cheesiest pickup lines ever.

Within about 15 minutes or so, the partygoers had almost all arrived, and the CEO gave a brief welcoming speech from the stage inviting us to join our tables and enjoy the festivities. I wandered over to table 10, in the second row back from the stage and took a plate to the buffet. After helping myself to some delicious looking pate as a starter I returned to the table only to find Rocky sitting opposite me. He smiled as I took my seat and suddenly felt very self-conscious about how revealing the little black lacy dress was, even though in reality it was not that see-through, yet I was pretty sure that his eyes were trying to catch a glimpse of my breasts.

My husband’s words “Hey, they can look but not touch” echoed in my head, yet still I felt a little discomfort at the thought of him being able to see more of my boobs than maybe he should have.