After the party...
I work in a hotel, running the bar. Its not a terribly well
paid job but it has its compensations, one of which is the
fairly large numbers of female staff that pass through
while going to college or on long term visits from other
countries.
A couple of years ago there was a South African girl working
part time in the main restaurant. She wasn't the best
looking girl in the place, she was fairly plain, and a little
larger in the rear than I, personally prefer but she was
regular flirt. Any time we passed in a corridor or on a stair
we would have suggestive conversations or a pat on the butt.
She knew I was married and I thought that flirting was as
far as the relationship would go. But then came the New Year
staff party...
One thing I always hated were the staff parties. Once or
twice a year, on a quiet night when there were few guests,
the management would put up a few balloons in the large function
room, hire a DJ and stick some cheap wine on the tables for
the workers to have a blow-out. All very well for the waiters,
cleaners and porters but pretty shit for the bar staff who
would have to work a regular shift, staying sober &
taking crap from half drunk colleagues wanting more free
drink than they were entitled to.
This particular New Year I arranged with a couple of colleagues
to give me a couple of long breaks during the party so I could
get out from behind the bar and enjoy a little of the festivities.
At the first break I got myself a beer and sat down at a table
close to the bar where I could watch the dance-floor &
the guys behind the bar.
Marla, the South African student, came across from the
dance-floor, where she appeared to have been giving another
of the waiters a lesson in some Zulu fertility dance that
included a lot of shaking her ass against his crotch, and
sat down.
"Wow!" she said" I'm getting hot"
"You're always hot" I replied.
"It must be hard for you..."
"Its always hard for you..."
"I mean not getting away from the bar. Any way you have
to give me a dance now that you're free."
I protested "I don't dance. I'm really crap
at it... anyway I have to go back to work in a minute."
"Oh! That's not fair I've been waiting for
the opportunity all night. Will you give me a dance if you
have another break?"
"I'm not promisin'... maybe I will..."
As I stood up to return to work she gave a surreptitious squeeze
to my crotch. I was surprised. I had always thought that
our banter had been just playful but here she was raising
the stakes. I was far from sure that I wanted to take it to
another level. What if my wife found out? Was she just playing
me along? Was I mis-reading the signals?
A couple of hours later I was ready for my break and eager
to find out what her intentions were but when I came out from
Marla was not in sight. I had glimpsed her occasionally
through the evening, usually on the dance-floor, and guessed
she must have found someone more available and single.
Disappointed I made my way out the back to the staff room
to get a cup of coffee. I had just sat down when Marla came
in. She immediately sat in my lap and put her arm round my
neck.
" Mind the cup!" I said, being a bit wary of the
consequences.
" I thought we were going to have a dance?" she
wriggled her ass a little and brought her face close to mine.
As I opened my mouth to reply she took the opportunity and
covered it with her own.
Bowing to the inevitable I cooperated. Her tongue flicked
deep into my mouth as she held my head hard to hers. Her free
hand opened a button on my shirt and slid under it to rub my
chest. I returned the compliment by caressing her left
breast through the slinky material of her black dress.
She moaned gently and as I broke the kiss to get some air opened
another couple of buttons on my shirt and brought her gorgeously
soft mouth down to lick my nipples.
It was my turn to moan. I closed my eyes to savour the sensation.
My right hand left her boob and made it way down to clasp her
ample buttocks. Her weight on my crotch was making things
uncomfortable as it pressed down on my, now erect, prick.
"Hold on a sec..." I gasped as I tried to make
room in my trousers for my erection. She didn't say
a word but sort of slid down my front and knelt between my
legs, her hands feeling my dick through the cloth. I ran
my hands through her hair and over her neck and shoulders.
She was searching for my zipper when we heard footsteps
coming down the corridor outside.
Quickly we composed ourselves just as a head popped in the
room.
"Oh there you are. Andy says you've had a long
enough break and he's dying for a beer."
"Fuck Andy! I haven't finished my coffee! - I'll
be along in a minute or two"
The head disappeared again.
"We haven't finished this. " Marla panted
aggressively and kissed me again. We savoured the embrace
for a couple of minutes before breaking again. I quickly
straightened my tie and hurried to resume my duties.
Much later the party finished and the assembled hordes
were ushered out into the cold by the Duty Manager and the
Night Porter leaving the bar guys to finish tidying up.
We had kept a couple of bottles of wine and sat down to have
a relaxing drink at one of the tables. I thought that my opportunity
with Marla had passed but a voice behind me said
" Is there a glass for me? I've been drinking OJ
all night and I think I should have one glass."
I got a glass and she sat down beside one of the other guys
and joined in the general conversation. She paid me no special
attention, indeed she seemed to be giving Andy most of her
attention. Again I was confused. I had thought that her
earlier passion had been the result of reduced inhibitions
brought on by excess booze but that seemed to be wrong and
now she appeared to be ignoring me!
A little later the Duty Manager came to chase us out. We made
our way out and said our goodnights and I started in the general
direction of home. Marla, who was last out, shouted after
me,
"Wait up! I'm going that way too.", and
she ran up to join me. As we turned the corner of the block,
out of sight of the other guys, she put her arms round me and
kissed me.
"I told you we weren't finished" she whispered
urgently.
We walked off our arms round each other. Presently we came
to her block and she invited me in.
We were barely over the threshold when once again we were
locked together in a tongue duel. Without breaking our
contact we removed our coats and inched our way into her
room. With her standing up it was easier to slip my hand down
the back of her dress to fondle her ass. Another surprise!
She was wearing no undergarments. In short order, she removed
my tie and unbuttoned my shirt all the while keeping our
oral contact. Meanwhile I had unzipped her dress. We arrived
at the bed and sank backwards onto it.
Kicking off my shoes I pulled her closer still and started
to give little kisses and nibbles, first to her ears and
neck then, as I managed to pull the straps of the dress off
her arms, to her erect dark brown nipples.
My shirt was now off , my belt loosened and her fingers were
either running through my pubic hair or grasping the stem
of my penis.
"Wait... wait!" she gasped and I relaxed my
hold on her. She quickly pulled her dress down over her bottom
and kicked it off. Needing no second invitation I removed
my trousers and shorts and rejoined our embrace.
Our hands ran all over each other as we made ourselves familiar
with each others bodies. Again she took the lead. She kissed
her way slowly down my chest, licking and suckling my nipples
as she passed them, dipping her tongue into my belly button
before arriving at my dick. She looked up deep into my eyes,
licked her lips and took my stalk into her warm mouth. She
knew just the right amount of pressure to apply and where
to apply it. She ran her tongue over the glans and along the
sides. Then she tickled the sensitive spot under the head
before swooping down on my dick to swallow it whole.
I was in heaven, the sensation was incredible, I knew I couldn't
take too much more.
"Hold on...ah! Ah! ... I...can't....hold...."
This seemed to spur her on. She pulled her head up then, licking
her lips and taking a deep breath, engulfed me again. Her
head rose and fell in my crotch and she sped up her actions
matching my unconscious thrusts. I came in a glorious rush
as the back of her throat once more hit the head of my cock.
She held me there, deep within her mouth, for a few seconds
as my prick twitched and pumped then withdrew and gave a
couple of slow lingering upstrokes with her mouth before
rolling off to the side.
Now it was my turn. I started at her toes, sucking each of
them slowly and poking my tongue in between them. Then gradually
I kissed my way up her legs paying particular attention
to the inside of her thighs. I ran my tongue along the groove
between the top of her legs and her pubis on both sides and
paused a couple of inches above her curly bush breathing
warmly before kissing her belly button. Her breasts were
next for my attentions. I held them, gently blew on them
and watched the erect nipples tighten before licking the
aurolae and taking them into my mouth. Her body seemed to
quiver and she clamped her legs round one of mine trying
to frig herself against my thigh.
I kissed her deeply on the mouth then ran my tongue the length
of her body, from mouth to slit. I paused at the entrance
before licking her labia, first vertically then horizontally.
I poked my tongue out as far as it would go and drove it deep
along her passage. My nose was deep in her hair and my senses
overpowered with her hot, sweaty, sexy aroma. I licked
lightly up to her clitoris then hard back down to her hole.
Back and forth, harder and harder each time.
"Ahhhh...nooo....!"
She pulled her cunt away from me for a moment then changed
to the sixty-nine position. Once more her marvelous mouth
was on my semi flaccid penis. I changed my tactics. I would
clamp my mouth on her mound and suck on her clit till she seemed
to be getting close to the edge then withdraw my attack until
her body relaxed. All the while my dick was getting harder
and harder. I started to feel the tingling approach of orgasm.
Again we changed positions. I put my hands under her ass
and raised her mound into the air. I lined up my weapon and
gently dipped it a couple of times in her entrance.
"Now!" she ordered.
She ordered and I obeyed. I drove deep into her then settled
to a slow, deep, steady rhythm. She grunted and pulled my
mouth back to hers with one hand while the other fondled
my ass. A finger slowly circled my anus before inserting
itself.
Our rhythm picked up. Faster and faster till we were banging
our pubic bones together so hard and fast it almost hurt.
She exploded a milli-second before me. It was like trying
to keep on a bucking bronco.
Suddenly it was over and we sighed and held each other tightly,
giving each other gentle re-assuring
hugs, caresses and kisses. Holding each other we drifted
off to sleep, not thinking about tomorrow.
Tomorrow there would be more sex and tomorrow there would
be consequences but that, as they say, is another story.
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