On the way up, I looked around and saw just how friendly couples were getting on the dance floor. That’s when I noticed how much mistletoe there was all around. On doorways, hanging from the ceiling. It was everywhere. Someone, probably the hostess, had really gone to town with it. All part of the Xmas atmosphere I supposed. In fact, I was so busy looking around that I failed to notice I was standing right underneath some. Some guy grabbed me tight and gave me a kiss full on the lips.
Then I felt his hand slide down the back of my dress, going lower and lower until his hand was caressing and squeezing the contours of my pert bottom.
“Excuse me,” I protested, breaking away from him. He was clearly taking liberties. I recognised him as the same man who had grabbed me earlier.
“Nice arse, lady,” he growled, “maybe we can get together later.”
Not if I can help it, I thought. The man was a menace.
I ignored him and his lewd comment and walked on, noticing that other women were being accosted in a similar kind of manner. There were obviously men, fuelled by drink, roaming around and using the mistletoe as a means to getting to grips with women they fancied.
I got caught again on the way back down by another bloke. On the half landing. More mistletoe up above. He actually pointed it out, as if he couldn’t kiss me, except under mistletoe. “Oh Mark, it’s you” I fluttered. Sheila nowhere in sight. Mmmm…..had he been waiting for me? I wondered.
So, another kiss. A little disappointing, but, a kiss nevertheless. So I kissed him back with a bit more oooooph in it to give him some encouragement. As I did so, I imagined I was alone with him in his car, kissing…. his hand up my dress…….
My face blushed at the thought of it. Naughty girl…….But this wasn’t the place for any of that. Besides Sheila wasn’t far away.
However, I carried on walking down the stairs. I was beginning to enjoy myself. And the music was thumping out all the famous hits. People were getting in the groove. Groups of girls dancing together around their handbags, swinging their hips and pulling their skirts up. I joined in, dancing and pulling my skirt up too, not too far of course, remembering that I wasn’t wearing panties, but, It was great. If you’ve got good legs why not show them off. We got wolf whistles, maybe one or two for me, even. Finally, I was right in the spirit of it, enjoying a great party.
Half an hour later, the hosts, Maria and Jacob emerged out of the crowded dance floor and announced a few party games. Maria, the lovely blonde wife, was dressed or “half dressed” in a sexy and revealing Xmas costume showing off her long tanned legs and curvy figure. To be fair, she looked sensational.
“Party Games” was the sort of thing Alex hated and I noticed he had crept away to ensconce himself in the snooker room. Someone had organised snooker and darts tournaments and I knew I wouldn’t be seeing much of him for the rest of the evening.
Meanwhile, the games got going and were quite successful. Everyone laughing and having fun. The party was going well, very well.
Then came “Dustman’s knock.” As Maria, the hostess joked, “It’s like “Postman’s Knock, only dirtier.”
Maria would not countenance anyone left in the main room not participating. So men got numbers and women chose from letters in the alphabet. I got letter K, having drawn it out of Maria’s bucket. I laughed when I saw it. K for Kathy, quite appropriate. Men in the games room were ignored for these purposes, but, the small group of men who had arriving late were included.
Maria, with help from her friends, efficiently got 3 of these games going at the same time. So there was constant comings and goings in different locations. Lots of kissing etc. All of which were in cupboards or closets behind closed doors. Needless to say, there was plenty of mistletoe hanging around in these places lest anyone forgot why they were in there.
And these “naughty kissing games” as Maria’s described them, got underway in an atmosphere of rising excitement, fuelled by all the bottles of wine that had been emptied up to that point. “Come on ladies,” went on Maria, ratching it up even further, “it’s a chance to misbehave and kiss a man other than your husband or partner.”
My letter soon got called and Maria ushered me through a door into a walk-in cupboard. I didn’t know who had chosen me, but, I soon found out as the door closed behind me. It was the guy who had molested me at the top of the stairs. My eyes widened in shock, knowing he would be at it again. In fact, not wasting a moment, he grabbed and squeezed me. Then he kissed me hard. I was his for 5 minutes and already he had knocked the breath out of me.
He kept on kissing me, as his hands went a roving. I felt my dress being pulled up at the back, rising up and over my bum. His hands feeling and exploring the curvaceous, silky expanse, of womanly bareness he now found there, taking possession of my arse, as he explored everywhere. I opened my mouth to protest, but, his tongue gleefully slid inside. Now our kisses were open-mouthed and wet, his very obvious erection pressing into me, hard. There was just no avoiding it.
He had quickly realised I wasn’t wearing panties, so, his hand slid round the front. He growled when he encountered pussy. Probably couldn’t believe his luck. He stopped kissing me on the lips at that point, then concentrating instead on the nakedness he had unveiled. He sank to his knees then kissed my thighs and vagina while his hands ravaged all over……….
“Oh, Oh,” I gasped……I couldn’t cope with him…..
Our time should be up, I thought, but, apparently Maria, herself, had been called for kissing and groping purposes to another “Dustman’s cupboard” so she was otherwise engaged. And I imagined that whoever had her in there must have taken full advantage of her skimpy costume, exploring her delectable body for all he was worth. Dirty girl.
Meanwhile, my man was making full use of the additional time now available. That’s how my exposed vagina got lovingly caressed and explored by knowing fingers.
He even had time to get his hand inside my dress and release my heaving breasts.
“Oh, Oh, Ohhhh”……….I groaned, resistance forgotten, as he busily groped them.
During all this time, I was protesting urgently, but, there was no stopping him. The man was a beast.
Finally, at last, someone knocked. Time was up.
We both came quickly to our senses.
As I frantically pulled down my dress, he hissed in my ear. “Say number 9, that’s my number, number 9”
It seemed like an order, not a request.
He left and I was on my own.
My turn to choose, meanwhile, I tried, desperately, to regain my composure; smoothing down my dress, my heart humping madly.
Maria’s deputy regarded me quizzically. “What number do you want, love?” she asked, “Hurry up, please.”
The only number in my head was 9 and that’s came out of my mouth.
What was I? Crazy or something? After what had just happened?
Eyebrows were probably raised outside, as HE bustled back in.