Christmas was coming and with a couple of friends we had been invited to a Holly and Mistletoe party to be held on Christmas Eve in Mountjoy Hall, a big house on the outskirts of Durham. We didn’t actually know our wealthy hosts, but, our friends did. So, I suppose, we were lucky to get an invite.
Then, immediately, I had thought “Gosh, I haven’t got a suitable dress to wear. Well, not a dress that I could wear for a party like that. So, suitably encouraged by my husband, I began looking for one. Well, like any woman, I found it difficult to find something that was special and really suited me. There were so many to pick from. What colour? what type of dress? How much should I spend on it?
In the end I got a bargain. A tight fitting black dress in a sale. It was a perfect fit for my figure. A bit on the short side? Yes it was. As my husband pointed out.
Do you think it’s too short? I asked. “Well…it doesn’t need to be any shorter, that’s for sure.” he grumbled. “Couldn’t you have found anything a bit more conservative?”
“No, Alex,” I said straightaway. “I tried really hard to find something like that, but there just wasn’t anything, believe me.”
I was lying, of course there were plenty like that, but, nothing that had the wow factor.
For the umpteenth time I stared into the full length mirror examining myself wearing my new dress.
“You look really sexy in it, my inner voice told me. As well as showing off your legs, it reveals a fair bit of cleavage and emphasises your curves and everything.”
Well, my husband was lukewarm about it, but, I couldn’t help thinking, would other men like it? I mean really like it? Would they see me in it and lust after me, I wondered……………Otherwise, what was the point?
After he left the bedroom, I pulled the dress up at the front, all the way up, to fully expose my long shapely legs in the full length mirror. I posed them sexily.
“And would my admirers like these,” I whispered?
(naughty little giggle)
I know Mark likes them (more giggles) because I’ve seen him staring at them….a lot. (Mark and his wife are friends of ours)
“Well… we’ll have to see what we can do about that, won’t we?” (wicked chuckle)
But,….. back to the matter at hand.
There was only one problem with the dress. You could see the lines from panty elastic underneath and it rather spoiled the effect. The saleslady in the shop, had in fairness, pointed that out to me, but, it was such a bargain and fitted me so well that I bought it anyway. What Alex didn’t know was that when I showed it to him I wasn’t wearing underwear.
I looked at myself, yet again and had to admit that it had the wow factor.
And so, I kept it. In truth I’d never had a dress like it before. Secretly, I was quite pleased that I would be wearing it at the party. Every girl likes to make an entrance, turn a few heads etc. I felt so sexy in it. And I had gotten fairly used to not wearing panties when going out on various girls night out. It seemed to be the thing to do on those type of outings.
Then, I just forgot about it, until the night of the party, when I slipped on the dress after I’d spent the best part of an hour putting my make up on. In full make up and high heels I was very happy with how I looked. Panties wouldn’t have looked right, so I put them back in the drawer. Now I was ready to go.
Then our lift came to pick us up. Our friends Mark and Sheila in their posh Jaguar. (Yes, the very same Mark who ogles my legs)
It wasn’t a long way to the party venue. Less than 5 miles from our housing estate and so we were soon there. Lots of chat in the car, what with Xmas nearly here and a party to go to……..everyone was in great spirits.
The car pulled up on a large driveway with plenty of space to park. There were 6 or 7 cars there already, so we weren’t too early. Sheila got out fairly quickly, but, I took my time. I wanted to give Mark sufficient time to witness my leg show. He was just in time to get an eyeful, because, getting out with difficulty, I managed to show quite a bit of stocking tops and bare thighs. I saw him looking alright. His eyes were popping out. But, I don’t think Sheila saw as she was on the other side of the car talking to Alex.
The house was all lit up when we arrived and there were Xmas lights and decorations everywhere. A warm glow emanated from inside as we made our way through the hallway. Already, there was music playing and people were dancing and laughing. Everyone seemed in a good mood. As soon as we walked in to the main rooms, we were met by a waiter and a tray full of drinks. I had a glass of white wine and Alex went for red.
We all were very impressed by the house, 2 large reception rooms a lounge, dining room, study and at least 5 bedrooms. There were two staircases and a wide hallway. Also a large cloakroom and, as I was to discover later, lots of nooks and crannies for private liaisons. In other words, a perfect venue for a party with so many guests. Apparently, the owners ran a very successful business and loved hosting special parties. There was also rumours that they led a swinging lifestyle.
It seemed that everyone had made an effort to dress up. Men in suits and ties and woman in a wide variety of dresses and gowns. Many reflected the Xmas season, lots of reds and capes, but I felt that my choice of black was quite appropriate. I felt really smart and sexy in it. Not wearing panties certainly contributed to that.
We had never been to a party where drink was in such plentiful supply. Throughout the evening, it was continuously being offered. There seemed to be an inexhaustible supply and the more it was offered the more it was being drank away. As a result, the guests got into the Xmas spirit pretty quickly. I remember thinking at the time that a lot of people would be inebriated before the evening was even half way over.
Yes, the drinks were flowing and everyone was really enjoying themselves. I think there were 25 to 30 people there, mostly couples, but some on their own. A group of men came in after us to add to the numbers.
That first hour or so we enjoyed dancing and chatting with Mark and Sheila. Then some other couples we knew joined us at our table and we had a good time just socialising and sipping our drinks. As I say, everyone was guzzling down the free drinks and I was no exception. I am ashamed to say I had more than I should have, so early in the evening
I headed for the ladies toilet about then. As I stood up, the alcohol went to my head and I giggled as I felt my way along the backs of the chairs. On the way out, I was grabbed a couple of times for a kiss. The mistletoe was everywhere. The first guy was quite polite and was satisfied with a quick peck, but, I had trouble with the second. He had alcohol fumes on his breath and had his hands on my bottom as he tried to pull me closer than was decent.
Then, I had to negotiate the lounge, up the stairs and along the landing. From what I could observe, everyone had been drinking too much. There was a strange kind of atmosphere all around. Unreal almost.