Festive Erotica

A Ride at the Christmas Party

She tasted divine, and the scent served only to exacerbate the throbbing in my groin

This year, the company Christmas party was going to be different, though I didn’t know quite how different. In previous years, we had simply booked a table at the local pub, but we’d grown considerably and management had decided to treat us.

They’d bought tickets for us at a local hotel where we had 3 of the 30 tables offered by the venue, with full use of the carnival rides they’d brought in for the event. I had to admit to some misgivings about mixing our usual quantity of alcohol with fast spinning rides, but was really looking forward to forgetting the stresses of the last twelve months.

By the time I arrived at the venue, suited and booted, most of our party were already there. As I walked across the room, my eyes grew wider by the step. I’d only ever seen my colleagues in jeans and t-shirts. Engineers are not known for their sartorial elegance, so I hadn’t been expecting much. Like me, most of the guys had gone with a simple suit, a few had even pushed the boat out and added ties. The women, however, had made the most of the opportunity. Gone were the usual shapeless jumpers and jeans and in their place were elegant dresses that clung in places I’d never noticed before. At least not on them.

The first few rounds of drinks passed in a blur of inane chatter as we caught up with each other. It was the first time we’d all been in the same room for over a year and I did my best to maintain eye contact whilst chatting and not lose myself in the surprisingly deep cleavages on show. Before I knew it, we were called for dinner and I found myself sat beside one of the junior Engineers; Emily, and her boyfriend Steve.

The food was better than expected and as dessert was served; I felt a hand stroke my right knee. I thought at first it was an accident, but the second touch was firmer and higher up my leg. Surprised, I glanced to my right to ask Emily what she wanted, but she was deep in conversation with Steve. I decided to ignore it and keep eating.

As the minutes passed, Emily’s hand slowly and deliberately inched up my thigh. I didn’t really know her very well, so I was reluctant to ask what she thought she was doing and, to be honest, I was enjoying the contact. So much, in fact, that I could feel a familiar stirring in my groin. As her hand was about to feel my excitement, I slipped mine below the table and grasped hers, stopping its relentless advance.

Without faltering in her conversation, she moved my hand onto her leg and slipped hers back to where I’d stopped it. She squeezed my thigh once before pressing her palm firmly against my swelling cock. I nearly spilled my drink in surprise. Maybe it was the booze or just the pleasure of her touch, but I found myself responding despite my better judgement — and the presence of her boyfriend!

Her leg was firm to the touch, the material of her dress silky smooth. My hand slid easily along her thigh without causing the slightest visible reaction. Beneath the table, however, her hand curled around my swelling member, rubbing it slowly through the material of my trousers.

I felt a ridge beneath her dress and my fingers autonomously traced the line of her stockings and suspender. Emily responded instantly, squeezing my cock and easing her leg toward me, silently encouraging me to further exploration.

The material of her dress moved under my palm, exposing her hot skin to my touch. I caressed her thigh, teasing circles that edged ever closer to the place they shouldn’t go.

“Excuse me, Ladies and Gentlemen,” a voice boomed out. “The carnival rides are now open.”

Emily gave one last squeeze and quickly withdrew. I snatched my hand back instantly and tried to concentrate on the least sexy images I could summon, to quickly quell my arousal as a chorus of excited whoops echoed around the room.

“Who fancies the dodgems?” Emily asked with a smile as she cast her gaze around the table.

Everyone stood as one and headed toward the rides, except me. There was no way I could stand until I’d calmed down a little. So, I took another sip of wine and watched them march off in search of fun while I filled my head with calming thoughts.

When I could finally stand without embarrassing myself, I headed outside to join the others. The dodgems were a beacon of light, music, and laughter, with cars racing in every direction. As I watched, the music faded, and the dodgems slowed to a stop. My colleagues clambered into the now empty cars, leaving one empty. I leapt at the opportunity to join them and clambered in.

It was pure chaos, with cars shooting every which way and I split my time between avoiding being hit and ramming anyone I recognised. I was building a good head of speed when the car in front abruptly turned around and rammed me headfirst.

I looked up to see the driver was Emily. She winked and briefly spread her legs wide. Brief it may have been, but it was long enough to give me a glimpse of her stocking tops and to show me she was commando tonight. If only I’d had another minute at the table, I’d have discovered that earlier! Mentally kicking myself, I carried on, trying to repeat the happy accident and gain another glimpse.

All too soon, the music stopped, and we had to give up our seats. We toured the other stalls and rides, laughing at each other’s futile attempts to hook a duck or knock a coconut out of its cup with an impossibly light beanbag. Finally, we reached the centrepiece, the big wheel. This one looked improbably high from the ground and had clearly been visited by the health and safety fairies.

Each gondola was fully enclosed, and held two seats. Half of our group decided that there was absolutely no way they were going on the wheel and retired to the bar to resume the real festivities. I queued up with the brave and the curious to take a ride, as I thought the view from the top would be amazing.

Emily and her boyfriend were in front of me and seemed to be whispering sweet nothings to each other and giggling like naughty schoolchildren.

As they reached the front of the queue, Emily climbed in to the gondola, taking the rear-facing seat, giving me a wink as she sat down while her boyfriend held the door open.

“Don’t just stand there, get in,” he said to me.

“Aren’t you going? I’ll get the next one.” I said.

“Nope, there’s no way I’m going up in that thing! Besides, she wants you to go up with her,” he replied.

“If you’re sure,” I said as I climbed in, sitting opposite Emily. I would not refuse an offer like that after the earlier events.

Steve leant in, giving Emily a lingering kiss before closing the door.

“Enjoy the ride,” he said with a wink as the gondola started to move.

I looked Emily in the eyes as we began to rise, trying not to make it obvious that I was watching for another furtive flash.

“Did you like what you saw on the dodgems?” Emily asked.

“It’s difficult to be sure. It was such a brief glimpse,” I answered with a cheeky grin, the alcohol I’d consumed giving me confidence.

“Oh,” she said. “You’d better have a longer look then.” With that, she spread her knees as far as the gondola would permit and slid her arse forward on the seat to give me the best view possible. I stared, slack jawed, drinking in every detail of the glistening pussy displayed before me. A beautiful and hungry smile lit her face.

Placing her hands on her knees, she teased them along her legs, caressing her inner thighs until they met in the middle. Locking eyes with me, she used her fingers to ease her lips apart, showing me her most intimate region in exquisite detail.

Her pussy glistened with arousal and my cock sprang to attention as I completely failed to meet her eyes. My attention was entirely focussed below her waist as she began to finger herself.

I watched intently, not daring to speak lest I break the spell. As we reached the highest point of the wheel, she slipped her other hand into the top of her dress, pinching her own nipples while she continued to masturbate, giving me a show to remember.

The wheel was nearly at the bottom again and she stopped, sat up and pressed her knees together. Leaning towards me, she extended the finger she’d been masturbating with and said, “would you like a taste?”

I’d much rather have feasted on her pussy directly, but how could I refuse her simple request. I ran my tongue along her digit, savouring her sweet musky flavour before taking her finger in my mouth and sucking it. She tasted divine, and the scent served only to exacerbate the throbbing in my groin.

The gondola reached its lowest point and continued on, starting a second rotation.

“Now,” Emily said with a wicked grin. “It’s your turn. Show me what you’ve got for me.”

I hesitated, unsure if I should comply or not.

“Come on now, it’s only fair. Especially if you want to make it to the next round…”

Intrigued, not to mention tipsy and horny, I decided to throw caution to the wind and go for it. After all, she was right. It was only fair. I leant back in the seat and unbuckled my belt, undid the clasp holding my trousers together, and slowly eased the zipper down. With a surge of relief, my cock sprang free from its prison, standing proudly to attention and tenting my underwear.

I slipped my hand inside, grasping my cock firmly with one hand whilst using the other to pull the front of my underwear down. The cool air felt like a lover's breath on my exposed skin, causing me to shiver. Emily’s eyes focussed on my groin, watching intently as I stroked my cock for her.

I felt good, better than good. Knowing that she was watching me so intently was a massive turn on and I barely noticed as we passed the highest point of rotation again, lost in exhibitionistic self pleasure.

“Much as I don’t want to say this, I think you’d better stop and cover up. We’re almost on the ground again,” she said “But don’t worry, you’ve passed.”

Reluctantly, I released my grip and refastened my clothes. As we neared the ground, I slipped my jacket off, ready to hide my arousal. Steve opened the door for us and I let Emily climb out first, giving me a few precious seconds to try and contain my excitement. It didn’t work.

I’d forgotten this approach meant her round arse was practically pressed into my face, separated only by the tight, silky material of her dress. Climbing awkwardly from the gondola, I held my jacket over my arm, covering my protruding arousal so nobody noticed.

Emily was waiting for me as I stepped off the platform. She hugged me tight, whispering in my ear “Twenty minutes, room 309” before turning and heading off towards the hotel hand in hand with Steve.

I watched them go, confused. What had just happened? Perhaps more importantly, what would happen if I went to room 309? The only thing I knew for sure was that I was incredibly turned on. Checking my watch, I headed for the bar. Whatever I was going to do next, I needed a drink to see me through it.

A swift double shot of whisky and twenty minutes later I found myself stood outside room 309. I lifted my hand to knock on the door and froze. What the hell was I thinking?

Before I had time to think about anything else, the door opened. Emily was standing there wearing a silk robe tied loosely around her waist.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d show or not. Come in,” she said.

Doubts vanishing in a wave of lust, I stepped inside. She closed the door behind me, then took my hand and lead me into the bedroom. Steve was sitting in a chair, causing me to jump. Pulse racing, I looked closer. He wasn’t just sat there; he was tied and gagged.

“What the..” I stammered

“Shh. Don’t be scared. It’s ok. Honest,” she said, trying to calm me. “Steve and I, well, we have a particular kink in our relationship. Steve likes to watch me fuck other men and I, I love to fuck.”

“Ok,” I said, unphased. “But if that’s the case, why is he tied up?”

“He can’t help himself. He likes to join in. But sometimes I prefer to make him watch. It makes him insatiable and he’ll keep going all night when I let him loose.”

I looked at her in disbelief.

“It’s up to you, but…” She shrugged

In for a penny, I thought. I stepped over to her, picked her up, and lowered her onto the bed in full view of Steve.

“I hope those knots are tighter than this,” I said as I tugged at the tie holding her robe together. It fell wide open, and I drank in the sight of her lying below me. Kneeling astride her legs, I grasped her hands, pinning them to the bed above her head as I leant in. I kissed her, long and deep, as she bucked beneath me. I felt my cock swell, desperate to be free and join the party.

Pulling away from the kiss, I lifted myself up and kissed her neck, causing her to arch her back. I continued down, my lips brushing the skin in a lazy path to her breast. Extending my tongue, I licked the domed flesh, teasing my way towards a nipple. I lowered my mouth onto her swollen bud and blew onto it.

“You tease!” she said as her body writhed beneath me.

Taking as much of her breast in my mouth as I could, I pressed my lips firmly against her skin and flicked her nipple with my tongue as I sucked hard. She gasped in pleasure as I toyed with her, nibbling and licking, enjoying her responses. Lifting my head, I released her hands and shifted my weight, forcing my way between Emily’s legs. She spread them wide, drawing her knees up.

I shuffled backwards, pulling her with me until I was kneeling on the ground between her legs. Placing one of her feet on my shoulder, I pushed her other wide, ensuring that Steve had a glimpse of her pussy before burying my face between her thighs.

I heard him writhe in the chair, tugging at his bonds as I feasted on his girlfriend. She tasted delicious. Her scent filled my senses as I lapped at her sodden clit, using my tongue and teeth, probing, lapping, and nipping. She squirmed beneath me, thighs quivering with pleasure as I toyed with her, keeping her on the edge of climax as long as I could before letting her fall over into her first orgasm. Her thighs clamped around my head, clenching tighter with each lap of my tongue on her clit. When her grip finally relaxed, and I stood up.

“Ready for more?” I asked.

She looked up at me, drowsy with pleasure. “Hell yes!” she replied as hunger filled her eyes.

I stepped back and slowly stripped as she watched. Finally naked, I advanced towards her. She sat on the edge of the bed and grasped my hips in both hands. I shifted position slightly, ensuring Steve had a good view as she brought her mouth to the tip of my cock. She kissed it tenderly before parting her lips and sliding them down my shaft, taking me deep into her throat.

I closed my eyes in ecstasy as her nose touched my pubes, lips fastened tight around my flesh, cheeks dimpling as she sucked. She was so focussed it was evident she was enjoying this as much as me. I stood, eyes closed, swaying slightly as Emily made love to me with her mouth.

All too soon, she stopped. I looked down into her upturned gaze and realised why she had stopped. She didn’t say anything; she didn’t need to. Instead, she rose, turned and crawled onto the bed on hands and knees. She turned to look at me, then at Steve. Their eyes locked onto each other as I moved up behind her.

My cock was throbbing hard now. I knew I wouldn’t last long. I pressed the tip against her slick entrance, paused, then slid deep inside her. She gasped, and I began to thrust hard. Holding her hips, I slid slowly in and out, relishing the feel of her tightness around me.

My pace built, thrusting faster and faster until my balls were slapping against her clit, hard and fast. I faltered, feeling my climax building rapidly, my thrusts becoming jerky as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me until I came.

My cock pulsed deep inside her as my balls emptied. Emily let out a moan as she climaxed around me, gripping my over sensitive cock tight and milking the last drops of ejaculate from me. We collapsed in a pile of sweaty flesh, sated for now.

Steve grunted behind us, and I rolled over, sensing the need radiating from him.

Emily was sprawled on the bed, her eyes still closed and a cheerful smile plastered on her face. I dressed quickly and quietly. Moving to the chair, I released one of Steve’s hands.

“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” I said as I let myself out of the room, closing the door behind me.

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