Welcome to my seventh post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, Christmas Party. You don’t have to use the prompt but I wanted the inspiration, and I thought it would be a fun challenge. The prompt for this week was:
It’s Christmas time again and of course the prompt has to be all about Christmas. Tell us your sexy Christmas stories! Let’s see if we can make this a record week. Use this week’s prompt to wish all your readers a happy Christmas and link your post here for all to see.
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I wish all of you a very merry Christmas with your loved ones!
~ Marie Rebelle
The Christmas Party
He’d joined the company a few months ago, and I had been fantasising about him from the first moment I saw him, he was standing in the kitchen sketching while he waited for the coffee machine to percolate. He’d glanced up and smiled at me when I walked in, “I just made some fresh, it’ll be another few minutes.” I’d mumbled a hasty “I’ll come back” and tried hard not to drool as I rushed out. There was just something about the way he always had his shirt sleeves rolled up, accenting his forearms and drawing my eyes to his hands; broad smooth palms and long strong fingers. It was enough to make me come over all weak-kneed and breathless, trying hard to remember where I was, and fighting the urge to take his hand and rub my face against it.
The downside of my slightly obsessive fantasising was my growing distraction at work, I’d spent an entire meeting thinking about his hands; how they would look holding me, how they would feel on me, squeezing, stroking, how they’d feel slipping into me, two fingers up to the knuckle and crooked to hit my g-spot. I’d had to be asked a question three times, and the entire room was staring at me as I stuttered over an answer…….then I managed to drop all my papers as I stood up to leave. I was fairly sure if he thought of me at all it was fleeting and not even vaguely positive. There was an embarrassing incident where he was picking a chocolate out of a tin of Quality Streets I was offering round; he chose a Strawberry Creme, then reached over to tug a lock of my hair, saying “They remind me of you”.
Which is why I was so surprised when he came up to me at the Christmas party. I was at the bar, the server had been ignoring me for ten minutes, serving anyone but me. He strolled up and got served immediately, I was muttering under my breath when he turned and asked me what I wanted. I’d answered before I could think about it and then he walked me back to my seat and sat down with me. We chatted about work and he asked about my Christmas plans. “Just a quiet day at home, I don’t have any family left now and all my friends tend to be doing stuff with their families. So I just stay home, eat whatever I want, and watch Christmas films……and the Doctor Who special.”
He grins at me, “Didn’t have you pegged as a nerd. Was starting to think I was the only one in the office.”
“I prefer geek but yeah. What fandoms do you follow?”
We managed to talk geek for the next four hours, people would occasionally drift over and join in before our geekiness overloaded them and they wandered away. When the Christmas party wound down and the bar staff came to chase us out, he asked if I wanted to carry on talking. Of course I did, and my heart beat a little faster when he said he lived just down the street. “There’s a bar next door that’ll still be open if you’d prefer?” I shook my head, “I don’t mind going to your place.”
His place was amazing. A top floor open-plan apartment with floor to ceiling windows along one wall and exposed brickwork. He turned on the hundreds of tiny white lights on the Christmas tree, on his way to the kitchen and told me to make myself at home. I slipped my shoes off and walked over to the windows, the view was stunning. I was still standing there when he slipped his arms around my waist, pulling me back against him and resting his chin on top of my head, “I love this view.”
I leant back against him and he moved his hands to cup my breasts. The nipples beaded, showing through the thin material as he rubbed his thumbs over them. He dropped his head to kiss my neck, sliding my straps down my arms as he moved his lips along my shoulder. He slowly unzipped my dress, and pushed it down past my hips, to pool on the floor at my feet. I stepped out of it and kicked it to one side, as he ran his hands back up my hips, over my waist and cupped my bare tits. He squeezed them, pinching the nipples as he kissed and nibbled down my neck and along my shoulder, then he moved his hands around to my back, stroking the muscles and pushing me against the window, my gasp as the cold glass pressed onto my erect nipples turned into a moan as his hands moved over my arse. I wiggled round to face him, and he kept his hands on my butt, protecting my cheeks from the cold window as I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him.
I let my hands explore the shape of his back, tugging at his shirt, so I could slip my hands under it smoothing them over his muscles. I moved my hands between us, unbuttoning his shirt so I could slide my hands over his stomach and chest, circling his nipples and pinching them lightly. He moaned and I slid my hands towards his waistband, stroking his erection through the fabric of his trousers, feeling it thicken. I fumbled with his belt for a moment before he stepped back and took it off, undoing his fly and taking his trousers off. He dropped them and his socks on top of my dress, as he moved back towards me, reaching out and touching my breasts, holding them, running his thumb over the nipple before dipping his head to take it in his mouth, sucking and nipping until I moaned and pushed against him.
I pulled him back up to kiss me, sliding my hands into his boxers, and running my fingertips over his cock a few times. Then frustration takes over and I push his pants down, letting them fall to the floor, so I can grip his shaft in my fist and stroke it. I work my hand up and down his cock, and deepening the kiss, pleased when his cock jerks in my hand and he groans. He straightens, pushing me back against the window as he slides his hand into my knickers, stroking my cunt, fingers rubbing along my slit, easily sliding inside me, as his thumb rubs my clit, teasing me into orgasm and I clench around his fingers, soaking my knickers.
He pauses to get rid of them, pushing them down my hips, and until they slide to the floor, then nudging my feet further apart and bending slightly he rubs his cock head against my slit, letting the tip slip into me before moving back, I moan and tilt my hips, wanting to feel him in me. He slides his hands around my butt lifting me and finally sliding all the way in, I settle back against window, hands on his shoulders for balance, as he thrusts into me, rocking back and forth. Then I feel him twitching in me and he comes, biting my shoulder as he groans, pushing me to another orgasm.
Later as we lie on his sofa watching the tree lights he reaches into the box of chocolates on the table and pulls one out. He holds it to my mouth, I take a bite, the strawberry and chocolate coat my tongue and I smile at him. He tugs my hair, “they still remind me of you.”
Merry Christmas to all my readers. Have a lovely holiday.
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