Hi! If you have not read my first story, “Crossing Party Lines”, you should read that one first. It’s a pretty quick read. I’ll wait here!
When I submitted that story, I wasn’t sure if it would be a one-off or if I would continue writing. I enjoyed the process more than I expected, both the writing and the reactions from readers. I decided to write more, and used their comments and feedback to craft this next chapter. There are additional chapters in progress!
I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks to everyone who commented on my first story. One reader in particular provided lots of help with this chapter. I’m sure she knows who she is.
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When I woke up again the morning after the party, sunlight was streaming into the room through a small gap in the curtains. It took a few seconds for me to remember where I was. When I did, I smiled, remembering the wonderful night I had with Jodie. I was alone now. She had gone back to her own bed.
I needed to pee, so I pulled on my boxers and shirt and crept down the hall to the bathroom. I didn’t know if the others were awake yet. I worried about how Jodie felt about what happened last night. And I knew it would be awkward to be around her husband, Todd. Did he even know I was still here? Did she tell him that I stayed over?
I finished washing up and quietly pulled open the bathroom door. I was surprised to see Jodie standing outside in the hallway. She held her pointer finger up to her lips, her eyes opened wide, and she raised her other hand to my chest, pushing me back into the bathroom. She closed the door behind us. She was wearing a fluffy white robe.
“Good morning”, I said when the door was closed, wondering what was going on.
“Hey.. uhhmm.. Todd is going to work in about 10 minutes, so… stay up here until he leaves, okay?”
“Sure.. okay.” I was still curious, but relieved. She didn’t seem to be upset about what happened last night. As a bonus, I didn’t have to talk with Todd. I still wasn’t sure if he knew I was there or not.
She turned and went downstairs without another word, and I crept back to the guest room to get dressed.
I checked my phone, and there was a message from the garage letting me know that my car was ready to be picked up. I texted my friend Joe, and asked him whether he could come and pick me up and drop me off at the garage.
Jodie seemed cool, but I didn’t want to impose on her further. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome or ask her for a drive to the city. I was sure it would be a bit awkward between us for a while after what happened last night.
Ding! Joe replied, “wait ur still at jodies?”
“Yeah, I’ll explain later”
“ok man cu in 20”
I walked around the room, thinking. After a few minutes, I heard a car door slam closed outside. I peeked out through the curtains and watched Todd drive away. I waited another couple of minutes before heading downstairs, still not knowing how Jodie felt about everything.
I found Jodie sitting at the dining room table, sipping on a mug of coffee. She smiled and pointed to another chair, a cup of coffee already waiting for me.
“Did you sleep well?” she asked.
“Yeah, it was great. Very comfortable. How about you?”
“I did. It was pretty great.” Was she blushing? What was she really thinking about?
As we drank our coffees, I told her that Joe was on the way to pick me up. “Oh, okay.” I wasn’t sure how to interpret her terse reaction. Did she think I’d be staying longer? Did she want me to stay?
“My car’s in the shop, for maintenance, but it’s ready now.” I explained.
A few minutes later, I heard a horn in the driveway. Joe was here. Time to go. I stood up, and she did too. I couldn’t leave without broaching the subject that I had been trying to avoid.
“Jodie.. How do you feel about..what happened? Are you okay? Are we okay?”
She didn’t answer right away. Then a tumble of words: “Yeah, I’m okay. It was good, I needed that. I felt..wanted, desired. But it was bad too, you know? I feel guilty, I guess. I don’t know. I have some more thinking to do.”
I told her that I didn’t want things to be weird between us. I had just wanted to make her feel good. Of course, I had really enjoyed it too. Joe honked the horn again. “Thanks again for everything, Jodie”, I said. “I’ll see you at work.. Call me any time if you want to talk, okay?”
She walked with me to the door, and after I put on my shoes, she gave me a quick hug. I felt relieved, like everything was going to be okay.
As Joe and I drove away, he asked me about what happened after he left the party. Why did I stay over? I explained that I couldn’t find another ride and had stayed over in the guest room. I left out some minor details. Like, you know, the part about fucking Jodie.
I wanted to change the subject before he asked more. I asked about his girlfriend, Kim. Was she feeling any better? He said that she was feeling much better this morning. That’s why he agreed to come pick me up. He told me that he felt bad for abandoning me at the party. I couldn’t help but smile at that. I couldn’t say it, but if he knew what had happened with Jodie after he left, he wouldn’t have to apologize to me. I’d be thanking him!
I asked him about a new TV series that he wanted me to watch. I knew he’d have a lot to say about it, and I hoped he wouldn’t ask anything more about the party.
The next day, a Sunday, I thought several times about texting Jodie, but I wanted to give her space to think. She didn’t call me either.
I ran into her a couple of times at work on Monday, but we didn’t really talk about anything serious. I think we both still felt a bit awkward. Tuesday morning, she sent me a message. “Can we talk? Come to my office at noon?”
She explained that she enjoyed what happened, but she didn’t think it would happen again. She wanted to be friends, but not more than that. No benefits. She wanted to be good. Faithful. I understood, and I was glad that we were still friends. Over the weekend I had imagined many messier scenarios.
Of course, I was also disappointed. I had always been attracted to her. She was so sexy. I wished things were different.
About a week later, we were in an all hands meeting, so everyone from both of our departments were there. We made eye contact across the room and I smiled at her, but she looked away. That was unusual. She was quiet during the meeting.
Afterwards, I wanted to talk to her, to see why she was acting strange. But she was talking to her boss, and writing some notes in a notebook. So I headed back to my office, intending to send her a message after a bit. Halfway there, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, and it was Jodie. She looked a bit upset, like she was worried about something. She pulled me into a breakout room just down the hall, and closed the door.
“Hey Jodie, what’s going on? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay…but…”
I couldn’t guess what she was going to say. Was she pregnant? No, too soon to know that. Did she tell her husband what happened, what we did together that night? Was she planning to tell him?
I could never guess what she did say next.
“I found your story.”
“What?” My stomach dropped.
“I found the story online. About the party.. about.. what we did.. after my party.”
I didn’t know what to say. My mind was both blank and racing at the same time.
“You need to delete it. What if someone we know finds it? What if Todd finds it? We need to be careful next time.”
I felt defensive. “I was careful! I changed your names. I left out some details..no one will know.”
I didn’t describe Jodie or anyone else in the story, so that noone would recognize us. Also, I don’t know about you, dear reader, but sometimes I like to insert someone I know, or sometimes a celebrity, into these stories, and I don’t need the author’s description interfering with that.
She brought me back to reality. “Seriously? My name is Josie. And you just changed it to Jodie! Do you think that’s being careful?” Since I had met her, this was the first time she was angry at me.
I admitted that it was maybe a dumb move. I never expected anyone I knew to find the story, especially not her. I didn’t know that she read erotica. Loving Wives at that!
Something she said was bothering part of my mind, and it bubbled to the surface, getting my attention. “Wait.. you said ‘next time’?”, I asked.
“What?”, she said, still trying to be mad at me.
“You said we had to be careful…’next time’.”
She looked at me, her lips pursed, but didn’t say anything. Then she looked away. And just then, her phone rang. She looked at the screen. I thought that she was blushing again, realizing what she had said. “I need to take this.” She left the room. She didn’t answer my question. Saved by the bell. Was she thinking about a next time with me? I stayed in the breakout room for a few minutes before heading back to my office, trying to concentrate on work for the rest of the afternoon. I didn’t get much work done.
Before I left the office, I sent her a message, asking her to call me. When I went to sleep that night, she still hadn’t called. It wasn’t until the next afternoon that she finally did. We talked about my story, and I tried to convince her that she only recognized what happened in the story because she had lived it. Other people, even people close to us, wouldn’t clue in, even if they happened to come across it.
Things were still a bit awkward between us for a few days, but getting better every day. She actually told me that she had read the story again a few times. I told her that I was sure that no one would find our story, but that it was kinda hot thinking about someone that we knew finding it. She even admitted to me that she found that hot too. “Is that too naughty??” she asked me.
The next week, our office was going to hold its annual Winter Holiday Party in a large ballroom at a hotel downtown. The hotel had just opened a few months earlier, so it was the first time I was inside. The company maintained several holiday traditions each year. One popular one was the famous Ugly Christmas Sweater Contest. The company also kept a set of holiday themed outfits, which some of the employees borrowed each year. Everyone’s outfits were judged, with the best ones winning some prizes and gift cards. The head of the planning committee this year was named Jessica. Her office was across the hall from Jodie’s, and they often worked on projects together. They also went to lunch together every Friday, for the last year or so, becoming close friends.
I had a few ugly Christmas sweaters at home, but I had worn them all at previous parties, and I wanted something new. So I talked to Jessica in her office and she recommended one of the Mr. Elf costumes she had. There were three Mr. Elf and three Mrs. Elf costumes. When she showed one to me, I thought it looked silly, but she said it would look cute on me, and I wanted to play along and have fun. No one wants a complainer at their party, right? Jessica told me that she and her fiance were going as Mrs. and Mr. Santa Claus this year.
I usually had a steady girlfriend who I took to these kind of parties, but this year I was single when the party came around. Joe’s girlfriend Kim was trying to hook me up with her cute friend Pam, but I didn’t want to date someone so soon after Jodie’s party. I don’t know… it felt like it would betray her, in a way. So I went by myself, single for the first time since I had started working for the company.
Jodie’s husband had only come to her work social events once in a while. He usually stayed home or hung out with his friends on those nights. That’s one reason why I didn’t really know him well. So she was coming solo too.
Our HR department had a policy that any employee who lived more than about a 40 minute drive from the party venue would be provided with a free room for the night, for them and their guest, with supper and breakfast included. That meant that Jodie got a comp’ed room this year. I think it was a legal liability issue for the company. They had provided an open bar, and they didn’t want to be held liable if someone decided to drive home after one too many drinks. People who lived closer to the party venue could also request a taxi or other paid drive home, covered by the company.
The night before the party, I pulled out the Mr. Elf costume and tried it on. As I looked in the mirror, I did think it looked silly. It was a short-sleeved green shirt and green shorts, with a thick black belt that had a large gold square buckle. It had red and white striped socks under the shorts, green velvet elf shoes with the toe part sticking out and curling up to a point. On top there was a floppy, pointed green hat, curving to a bell at the end. Silly as it was, I decided to wear the costume anyway. I didn’t really have anything else. And Jessica did say it would look cute.
I showed up at the hotel around 7pm, grabbed a drink from the bar, and chatted with some of the other people from my department. Most of them had come with their spouses or partners.
I kept an eye on the door, and about 20 minutes after I arrived, I saw Jodie come into the room. I couldn’t help but laugh. She was wearing a Mrs. Elf costume! Her outfit looked as silly as mine. It was pretty much the same, but with a green dress cinched tight at the waist and a frilly white cotton hem at around her mid-thigh level. Her socks went just above her knees, leaving a few inches of her smooth thighs exposed below her dress. Yes, it looked kind of silly, and it was not designed to be overly sexual — not like some Halloween costumes — but it was very sexy on her.
When she saw me looking at her, she cocked her head to the side, laughing and smiling, as surprised as I was that we had matching costumes. She turned and headed my way, and we said hello. Jessica must have seen her arrive too, because she came over to us a moment later. She greeted Jodie and they shared a quick hug. Jessica said hi to me, too, and said that I really did look cute in my elf costume. She introduced me to her fiance, Jake, dressed as Santa Claus. He was carrying a sack over his shoulder, filled with toy boxes. The four of us drifted apart a bit, and I talked to Jake while Jessica and Jodie chatted.
After a few moments, Jodie and Jessica walked back over to us guys, and Jessica told me that she needed to take a picture of Jodie and I together, as Mr. and Mrs. Elf. We smiled for a couple of pictures. In one of them, I put my arm around her shoulder, and she put hers around my waist, her head leaning on my shoulder. Photos done, Jessica and Jake went off to talk to other people around the room.
Jodie told me that the day before, Jessica had insisted that Jodie wear the Mrs. Elf costume. Later in the afternoon, Jessica had told her that she had a surprise for her. Jessica said that she would figure it out at the party, but she refused to give her any more hints. So now, finally, Jodie realized that I was the surprise, in my matching costume. That made me wonder how much Jessica knew about Jodie and me.
We hung out now and then as the evening progressed, but we made sure to spend time with other people as well. I mostly chatted with people from my department, and Jodie did the same with hers. One time the band played a fun song, and I asked her to dance with me, but she thought that people would notice and gossip about us. She asked for a rain-check. Even if some people didn’t know that she was married, the company frowned on relationships between employees.
After a couple of drinks, I had to use the washroom. I told the people at my table that I’d be back in a few minutes. The signs outside the ballroom led me up one level.
I pushed open the door, and heard an instrumental version of “Frosty the Snowman” playing from the speakers in the ceiling. As I was using the urinal, I shook my head, wondering how many hundreds of times I had heard that song. When I was washing my hands, “Silver Bells” started playing. I shook my head again as I headed back toward the party.
On the way back, I found a pair of doors opening onto a balcony that overlooked the ballroom. It was directly across the hall from the main elevators. I could see everyone downstairs, some dancing in front of the music stage, some sitting at the tables, a few people at the bar, others mingling around the room. I spotted Jodie sitting next to Jessica and Jake at their table. She was so cute in her costume. I’d have to get the photos from Jessica later.
A few minutes later, I noticed that Jodie was no longer at her table. I looked around the room, but I couldn’t see her anywhere. Then, suddenly, she appeared beside me on the balcony. She must have seen me up here. “Hey there, I saw you up here by yourself and came up to say hi.” She had brought me another drink from the bar. Always thoughtful. She was sipping on a glass of wine. I smiled at her and we starting chatting and gossiping about the people downstairs.
At one point, I told her a joke, and she laughed, playfully bumping her hips into mine. I bumped her back, and soon we were gently bumping each other in time with the music from downstairs. When the song ended, we stayed pressed together, hip to hip.
I slid my hand along her back and rested it on her hip, my thumb on her waist. She didn’t really react, pretending not to notice, and we kept chatting. We were just friends. Fortunately, the walls of the balcony were high enough that anyone downstairs who was looking could see us from our heads to about our elbows, but nothing below that.
“Ding!” The elevator doors behind us started opening. We both jolted a bit, and I pulled my hand away, putting it back up on the railing. We both shuffled a few inches apart. I looked behind to see who it was. I was relieved. It was a young woman in a hotel uniform, pushing a room service cart out of the elevator and down the hallway.
After a moment, all was quiet and I slid my hand back on Jodie’s hip, pulling us together again. She briefly looked at me and smiled before looking down at the other people downstairs again. I slid my hand lower, brushing over her ass, giving her cheek a gentle squeeze. Maybe a bit more than friends.
As I rubbed my hand in circles over her ass, she pulled up her purse and took something out, but I didn’t see exactly what she held in her hand. As they say, turnabout is fair play, so I wasn’t surprised when she slid her hand up and over my back before sliding it down over my ass. She gave me a squeeze too, and I felt her slide her hand into my back pocket.
Then she slipped her hand out of my pocket and pulled away from me again. I could feel that she left something in my pocket. I wondered what it was. She said “I want to ask you a question, in private. Fifteen minutes, okay?” With that, she turned and started walking out of the balcony, without waiting for my answer. I spun around, “Wait.. What? Where?” She turned her head toward me and smiled as she walked away, but she didn’t answer my questions.
I reached into my pocket, and pulled out a hotel key card. There was a sticky note attached to it. “Room 7012”.
My mind reeled. What was she going to ask me? As I considered the possibilities for a moment, I saw her downstairs, crossing the ballroom. She walked over to Jessica, in her Mrs. Claus costume, bent over and said something in Jessica’s ear, over the music. Jessica nodded and they said a few more things to each other, back and forth. Then Jodie headed back out of the room, toward the elevators.
I waited for a few minutes and then headed up to the seventh floor. I found her room. I thought about knocking, but she had given me her spare key, so I decided to open her door myself. I made sure no one else was in the hallway, cracked open the door and called out her name. “Come in!”, she responded.
Her elf shoes were just inside the door, so I took mine off and put them neatly beside hers. There was a full-length mirror on the wall by the door, and I chuckled as I looked at my reflection and at the shoes. I almost yelled out “Honey! I’m home from the workshop!” as a joke. But I was a bit nervous with anticipation, wondering what she wanted to talk about.
She smiled again when I came around the corner and into the main part of the hotel room. “I’m glad you came.” There was a small round table not far from the bed, with four stuffed chairs. She was sitting on one, and she indicated that I should sit on another one. It was sideways to the table, facing toward her, not toward the center of the table like that others. She was holding her phone when I came in, and put it down on the table. She was sipping on a glass of wine, and there was another drink for me by my chair.
I sat down, and put my phone on the table beside hers. I was still very curious what she was going to ask me. I started sipping the drink she gave me, my favorite. She seemed a bit nervous and apprehensive too.
The TV was on, playing “Jingle Bells”. She pushed a button on the remote to turn it off. And she asked me, “What was the last Christmas song you heard today?”
“Jingle Bells..?” I said, smiling.
“Noooooooo.. that doesn’t count. Before that!” She asked the most unexpected questions sometimes. But I had learned, since I had met her, that she always had a reason. “Uhh… oh, Silver Bells.” She nodded slightly and repeated “Silver Bells”. She smiled, “That’s a good one.”
I guess she was reacting to the slightly tense atmosphere, making us both feel less nervous with some small talk.
“Okay.. so.. I wanted to tell you something” She slid out of her chair, and stepped over to me. Again I noticed how sexy she was in the elf costume. She reached behind her legs to flatten her dress, and sat down onto my lap, both of her legs pressed together, off to my side.
“I’ve been reading your story and thinking about what we did..and it makes me feel..very..” she leaned over and put her lips to my ear.. “horny”. She pulled back and looked for my reaction. I grinned, and she beamed right back at me.
“So I was wondering..I wanted to ask you..” Her grin faded, and she looked more serious, all of a sudden. “I know we said that we’d be good..but..I was wondering if you wanted to…try again?”
“Try again?” I repeated.
“I want to be good..but I..I want to feel good too. Do you think we can follow the rules and still have fun together?”
The rules, I knew, were ‘no fucking’, and ‘no kissing’.
She leaned back toward me and whispered in my ear “I want us to make each other come.” She stuck out her tongue, just a little, and licked my earlobe. I felt myself getting hard.
She pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Do you think we can? Right now?”
My mind raced. I thought about what what happened last time, after her party, and I thought about how I felt about her, how much I desired her. I wasn’t sure we could follow her rules. Should I say no? I had agreed to follow the rules, too. Would someone downstairs notice that we were both gone for too long? What did she tell Jessica?
She was still waiting for me to reply.
I gave her the best answer I could: “Yes, I want to try again.” She beamed, and gave me a hug, a bit a awkward due to the way she was sitting on my lap. I hugged her back, and kissed the side of her cheek. Kissing on the cheek didn’t count.
With her sitting on my lap, it was very obvious to me when two little bumps started to appear on her chest. Her nipples were getting hard. She was a very naughty elf.
We started touching each other, exploring, arousing. I slid my fingers over her nipples, over her dress. She slid her hand down to my legs, massaging my thighs and slipping her hand closer to my dick. We shifted our positions a bit and I spread my legs to give her some room to touch me, while she was still sitting on my lap. We were both getting aroused, and I was definitely getting hard now.
She slid up off my lap and grabbed my hands, helping me to stand up. She stood on her toes to reach her mouth to my ear, pulled my earlobe into her mouth for a moment, and whispered, “I want to suck your cock, Mr. Elf. Can I do that?” I nodded, grinning, maybe a little too excitedly. Then she slipped down to the floor, onto her knees. She undid my elf belt and undid my shorts, dropping them to the floor and freeing my hard dick. I stepped out of the shorts and kicked them to the side of the room. We had to be careful with the costumes. Jessica wanted them back in good condition by the middle of the next week.
She wrapped her palm and fingers around the base of my hard cock, looked up at me and, said with a sexy smile, “I didn’t get to do this last time.” She kissed the side of my cock, starting just under the head and slipping her lips down my shaft, before sliding back up on the other side. She did that several times, sticking her tongue out more each time, licking my cock from top to bottom.
Then, she lined her mouth up with the tip, her lips pursed together, and slipped it into her mouth, widening her lips as my cock slid along her tongue, deeper into her mouth. She pulled back, keeping her lips sealed around me, until she was just kissing top of my head. And then she swallowed me again. She slowly repeated that five, ten times.. I was watching her intently as she worked her magic.
Since I had met her, I had sometimes had naughty thoughts of a scenario like this one, with Jodie on her knees in front of me, my cock in her mouth. But now that it was really happening, I realized that it felt so much better and was more intimate than I had ever imagined. It felt especially naughty when I looked up for a moment and caught our reflection in the mirror by the door. Mrs. Elf was on her knees in front of Mr. Elf, doing things that I never heard about in Christmas stories. I leaned back a bit to grab my phone from the table. She noticed what I was doing and winked at me, never stopping what she was doing. I took a couple of photos and a video, both of the reflection in the mirror and a direct photo, making sure to capture her costume and her face, eyes up at the camera and her mouth working her magic on me.
After a few minutes, she slid back off of me for just a moment, and said “Jessica gave me this idea.” Then, she she slid her mouth down my shaft again, her tongue cupped around the sides. And then she starting humming. It was so unexpected and felt so good that my whole body shook and my phone slipped out of my hand, on the carpet.
She hummed “mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” She paused for a step, and repeated “mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”.
She stopped humming for a moment and bobbed her head up and down my shaft. She was still wearing the silly elf hat, and the bell dinged as she moved her head back and forth. I might have laughed at the absurdity of that if I wasn’t feeling so much pleasure from what she was doing.
She resumed her humming, but she kept changing the patterns, short and long, more and less intensity and pitch.
“mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”
It felt amazing, the feeling of her vibration making my toes curl into the carpet. I held onto the table behind me so I didn’t fall.
It was like Morse code. I wondered, was she saying something in Morse code? Did she even know how to do that?
She continued humming her message, pumping her hand up and down my shaft. And suddenly I recognized the tune she was performing the whole time. It wasn’t Morse code after all. She hummed, and I sang along in my head, “…soon it will be Christmas Daaaaaaaaaay”. I felt a new appreciation for Silver Bells.
She pulled my hand to her neck, her throat, just below her chin, and I felt the vibrations from both inside and outside her mouth.
Her warm, wet tongue felt so good that I didn’t know which would finish first, the song or me.
But the song finished first, and she lifted her hands up, slipping them into mine.
She wanted to stand, so I pulled her up to her feet.
“That was amazing”, I grinned. “Your turn now?”
“No, I’m not through with you yet, Mister”, she grinned back. “Lose the shirt”, her tone somewhere between a question and a command.
I started unbuttoning my shirt while she started working on her own belt. Then she spun around and took a step backwards toward me, her hand up on the collar of her dress, holding out the top of the zipper on her back. I took the hint and pulled the zipper down until it reached the end, just above her belt. Then, I spread the two halves of the dress over her shoulders and down her back, following her sides as they narrowed smoothly to her waist and then flared out over her hips. She took over, dropping the dress down past her knees while she stepped out of it. Once again, I admired her figure, scanning down her back from her long, narrow neck to her shoulders, waist, hips, over her ass and down to her thighs. A woman’s back never gets attention in discussions of sexy body parts, but hers was undeniably sexy.
As I was admiring her body, I finished unbuttoning my shirt and undoing my belt. I tossed them over the chair I had been sitting in earlier. She turned around again, toward me, and tossed her dress past me onto the chair. I traced her her body with my eyes again, this time on her front. She was wearing a smooth and shiny black balconette bra, along with matching panties with a small red bow decoration at the top.
“You are so gorgeous”, I said, grinning stupidly.
“You’re not so bad yourself! Well, sometimes you’re bad, but in a good way” she smiled back.
I told her that I had thought she was doing Morse code. She laughed and said “Ooohh! I don’t know Morse code, but maybe I should learn it!” And then “Okay, lie on the bed. On your back.”
As I laid down, my head on the pillow, she moved to the foot of the bed.
She started crawling up the bed toward me, keeping her head low, just over the sheets and me. She looked directly into my eyes as she slowly made her way up, and I spread my legs apart a bit, just enough to give her enough room to lie between them. She lifted her arm over my leg, putting her elbow onto the bed outside my thighs. Then her other arm.
When she was in position, she slipped my cock into her mouth again, squeezing me gently with he lips as she slipped her mouth down my shaft, up and down, up and down. When she reached the head again, she stopped with her lips just at the bottom of the head, rubbing it with her tongue. She swirled her tongue around the head, around and around. She was looking up into my eyes as she continued to give me pleasure. It was an amazing sight, and I tried to lock it in my mind to think about later.
She kept going, sometimes sliding her mouth and tongue up and down, sometimes swirling her tongue around my head. Sometimes she blew cool air around the sensitive wet areas, and sometimes she sucked gently on my balls. When she did something I especially enjoyed, I let her know… “Oh yes, right there!” “Just like that, yeah!” “Oh, fuck yeah!”
As I was getting closer, she started focusing more on the sensitive head of my cock, slurping and licking. I knew I wouldn’t last long. As I felt my balls start to tighten, I knew I was close. I warned her that I was coming soon. She slid her tongue around my head again, again, and then pulled up and slid her mouth down the side of my shaft again. She leaned over, freeing up one arm and wrapped it around my shaft, pumping her hand up and down. She put her mouth on my balls again, licking, kissing, sucking. As she was pumping her hand up and down, she swirled and twisted her wet fingers over the sensitive head. I could feel it swelling in her hand.
And then I was coming. My body tensed up, lightning was streaking through my body. My cum shot up into the air and she kept pumping, one shot, two, three, forming puddles on my belly. My universe shrank to a point. Nothing else mattered, only coming. She moved her mouth back toward the head of my cock again. A final shot of cum shot up and landed on her cheek, near the corner of her mouth. Her tongue shot out and licked up as much as she could reach. She used her fingers to push the rest into her mouth as well. “Yummy!”
She slipped her mouth over my cock again, sealing her lips just under the head, looked up into my eyes again, and gently sucked, pulling a few more drops of my cum from my shaft. Then, she pulled up slightly and flicked the tip of her tongue over the very tip of my cock, over the hole. My body shuddered again. It was so sensitive there.
She gave the side of my cock one last kiss, and then crawled up over me, pausing to lap up the rest of my cum that had landed on my belly. She crawled over my leg and up the bed, laying down on her side, her head on a pillow and facing toward me, swallowing the last of my cum.
She pulled her hands up and slid them under her head on the pillow, her palms and fingers together. And then she just watched me as my body recovered and I came down from my orgasm.
“That was amazing! You are so good at that” I told her.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet!” she laughed. I could only imagine the other tricks she could do.
After a moment, she said, coyly, “Did you say something about…my turn?”
We rolled and shifted on the bed until she was on her back on the bed and I was above her. I crawled backwards down over her body, placing kisses on her neck and chest until I reached her breasts. I circled her nipples with my tongue and licked them until they were hard again, swapping back and forth. I pursed my lips and blew cool air over them. After a moment, I continued my way down, sliding the tip of my nose along her chest to her tummy, kissing and licking here and there along the way.
When I reached her belly button, I knew that she was ticklish there, but I couldn’t resist circling it with the tip of my nose. Her tummy muscles tensed briefly and she let out a squeak. I surprised her again, dipping the tip of my tongue quickly into her tiny belly button. Then her hand was on the top of my head and she grabbed a fistful of my hair through the elf hat, forcefully but not too painfully. She held my head still. I pursed my lips again and blew cool air into her belly button where I had licked. She squeaked again and pushed my head down, away from her tummy, releasing my hair, but holding on to the elf hat and tossing it aside.
I moved my mouth toward her pussy, following the trail of the landing strip she had left. Beyond that, she was completely smooth. When I reached the end of her strip, I rubbed my nose against her, twice, following an imaginary X, like you see on old pirate treasure maps. I would come back here soon, but first I continued my journey south. Her thighs were spread apart, enough for me to lie on the end of the bed between her legs. I gently pulled one of her legs up, and she bent her knee and pulled it up beside her chest.
She was still wearing her long striped elf socks, up to her mid-thighs. Starting where she sock ended, I ran my nose and mouth down and around her inner thigh, sometimes pausing for a kiss, a little lick. As I moved lower, toward her pussy, I could tell that she was ticklish there too. I had reached the little crease that separated her thigh from her pussy. I lifted my mouth from her but kept moving further, and I teased her again, blowing cool air over her wet pussy. I didn’t touch her again until I was on the other side, on the crease where her other leg started.
I pulled that leg up as well, and she helped to pull it by her chest too, her knees bent, still wearing the long socks. I repeated the kissing and the licking and the tickling on that leg. I went a bit faster this time, but I didn’t rush.
Soon I was back, facing directly over her pussy. I blew cool air onto her again, teasing her. Her hips lifted off the bed, thrusting herself up at me, wanting more. I touched her wet pussy with my tongue, sliding around her outer lips before slipping directly up through the center, up between her inner lips.
She was making sexy noises when I did something she especially liked, guiding me to pleasure her the way she wanted.
I slipped a finger into her body, into her vagina, and started to slide it in and out, curling my fingers to increase the pressure. I soon added a second finger. She started moving her hips faster as I worked with my tongue and my fingers, and everthing was getting faster, wetter, more urgent. She was getting close to coming, close to the edge.
I slipped my fingers out and replaced them with my tongue, sliding it around in circles and sticking it as far as I could into her. I kept up a quick and steady rhythm, using my tongue and fingers together. She was making quick sounds like “mmmmm-mmmmmmph-mmmmm-mmmmmph” each time.
I slid my wet fingers up, finding her hard clit, and started to rub it in gentle circles. Sometimes I grasped it gently between my finger and thumb.
My cock was getting hard again, and I started pushing it into the bed as I pleasured her.
As she started moving around wildly, I moved my fingers down and back into her body, and I moved my tongue to her clitoris. After a few gentle flicks and swirls, I held my tongue flat and moved my tongue around in circles over her.
She was rolling her hips, pushing up to me, grinding her body into my tongue. I was pumping my fingers in and out.
I could tell by the sounds she was making, she was getting close to coming. She was really grinding herself into my mouth now. Suddenly she was almost quiet. I thought about switching to a new technique, but then her tummy muscles fluttered and her body tensed up and she was coming. She was bucking and rolling and I had to wrap my hands under and around her thighs to hold on.
After a moment, she started to come down and I started to make slower, more gentle movements.
I keep lapping at her pussy until she put her hands on the sides of my head. “Get up here.”
I crawled up her body, kissing her tummy on the way. I sucked on her nipples again for a moment, and then flipped onto my side on the pillow beside her, facing toward her.
She turned onto her side, facing toward me. “That was amazing! Thank you.” she smiled sweetly. “I can’t remember the last time that happened.” Her hair was a mess, and her chest and face were glistening and pink.
I wanted so badly to kiss her, but it was against the rules. It almost seemed silly, after what we had just done with each other, after being so intimate, that kissing was too far. But, if she was willing to share so much of herself with me, and all I had to do was to follow two rules, I didn’t want to fuck it up.
I ran my hand up and down her back while she came back down from her orgasm.
After a few minutes, she looked at the bedside clock and said “OK, people are probably wondering where we are. You need to get downstairs. We’ve been up here for over an hour. I’m going to shower and I’ll be down soon.”
I agreed, and went to freshen up a bit before she had her shower. I put the elf costume back on as she went into the washroom.
I opened the door and peeked into the hallway to make sure noone saw me leaving her room. Back in the elevator, I checked the time. There were about 45 minutes left before the party officially ended, but the ballroom was paid for until the morning, so people were free to stay a bit longer.
When I got close to the ballroom, I heard Jessica speaking into a microphone, and then saw her on the stage. She and the rest of her planning committee were handing out prizes for the best Ugly Christmas Sweaters. I tried to sneak in without getting noticed by anyone.
Unfortunately, the stage was near the door, and she spotted me. She looked at me with a quizzical smile that I couldn’t quite interpret. Did Jodie tell her about us? Did she figure it out on her own? She winked at me, and then turned back to the audience and continued with the prizes.
I grabbed a drink at the bar, and then headed back to the tables where my team was seated. One of the guys saw me and asked “Hey! Where did you disappear to?” “Oh..I.. I got a call from a client. They had a bit of an emergency situation, but it’s all good now.”
Lisa laughed and ribbed me about my costume. “A client? Who was it, Santa Claus?” Everyone laughed at that, all in good fun. Lisa had transferred over from our office in South Korea in the summer, and I was pleased that she was meshing so well with the rest of the team. Her joke meant that no one asked me any more questions about the emergency situation that I had made up.
I kept glancing at the ballroom door, watching for Jodie. After a short while, she came back in. Jessica had been watching too, and she went back up on stage after Jodie sat down. “Hey everyone, it’s time to announce the Best Costume Awards!”
I wasn’t surprised that Jodie and I won first prize. We went up on stage to collect our prizes and gifts, and Jessica took some more photos of us in our Mr. and Mrs. Elf costumes.
Before she went back to her seat, Jodie asked “Do you want to come back to my room after?” Of course I did!
A few moments later, when the party was winding down, she left the room, winking at me.
I was anxious to follow her, but I spent a couple of minutes thanking my team for all the work they had done in the past year, and hoping they all enjoyed their upcoming holidays.
That done, I started to head toward the elevators. I couldn’t wait to get back to Jodie.
I almost made it out, but the CEO collared me, and talked endlessly about the previous year and upcoming projects.
When I finally got up to her floor, I started getting hard thinking about what I would do with her. When I got to her room, I quietly opened the door and went in, calling her name. No reply. Only the light from the TV illuminated the room.
She was on one side of the bed, still in her elf costume. I called out her name again, but she was fast asleep.
I cursed my boss for keeping me away for so long. I found a spare blanket in the closet and spread it over her, kissing her forehead.
I stripped, turned off the TV, and slipped into the bed on the other side.
I woke up around 4am to pee. When I woke up, I noticed that she was now under the covers, beside me. On the way to the washroom, I could see her elf costume, bra, and panties on the chair by the table.
When I came back to the bed, I couldn’t resist peeking under the covers, confirming that she was now naked.
After a bit, I feel asleep again.
A while later, I was starting to wake up. I felt some amazing sensations, a wet and warm tongue on my cock. She was swirling her tongue around the head, and then sliding her lips up and down my shaft, her hand also pumping up and down around it.
“so good..keep doing that..” I pleaded.
Still only half awake, I looked down to watch her work her magic. With a jolt, I saw that it was Lisa with her mouth over my cock.
The shock of that image woke me up completely. I was in the hotel bed, and could see daylight peeking around the sides of the curtains. I looked down to see who was making me feel so good, but she was under the covers. I pulled the covers aside, wondering if it really was Lisa.
But it was Jodie, her mouth clamped over the head of my cock, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head.
When she saw that I was fully awake, she pulled off for a moment. Her hand was still wrapped around my shaft, pumping up and down, keeping me hard.
“Good morning, sleepy head!” she smiled.
“mmmm, that feels so good.”
“I woke up feeling horny. I thought you’d like this.” With that, she dove onto me again.
“It feels amazing. You’re so good at that.”
She pulled back off, her hand stroking me.
“So, who’s Lisa? Does she do this for you?” she grinned.
“Huh?”
“You said her name when you were waking up. Tell me about her.”
I explained that Lisa was my employee, and I would never do anything like this with her. I insisted that I didn’t know why I had dreamed about her. Jodie seemed satisfied with my explanation.
She pulled me up onto my side, facing toward her, and she was facing back at me.
“I told you I woke up horny. I want to try something.”
She curled her fingers around my cock again, gave it a gentle squeeze, and slid her hand up and down a few times, stroking me.
“Can you stand up?” she asked. I got up, and she scooted over to the side of the bed, with her knees bent, her feet and her pussy by the edge of the bed where I was standing. “Come here.” She grabbed my cock again and pulled it against her pussy. I started sliding it back and forth against her.
I looked her in the eyes. “Careful. This is how we got in trouble last time.”
“We’ll be careful. We won’t go too far”, she said. I wasn’t too sure. But it felt so good — my cock sliding along her pussy, slipping between her lips, wet with her cum.
She slid her fingers over her nipples, then down the front of her body, finally slipping down over her pussy, finding her hard clit.
I could feel her fingers circling around, my cock slipping back and forth over her pussy and along her fingers.
I wanted her to come again, and if I was lucky, maybe I would too.
Her hand moved, and now her fingers were circled around my cock, as I continued to thrust back and forth. “I want to do something…let me do this..” She bent her wrist, and I was pressing more and more up against her entrance. She tipped her hips to find the right angle, and my head was starting to slip into her. It felt so good that I didn’t want to stop, but I knew that we were starting to break the rules again. No fucking. I slowed down, but I didn’t stop moving completely.
She noticed my reluctance, and she said “I know we’re being bad, but we won’t cross the line. I just want to feel full. Just fill me up, okay? I love the feeling of that, from empty to full. That’s not really fucking, is it?”
It was so hard to think clearly. I was so distracted by the feelings, the pleasure. “No, it’s not really..it’s not really fucking..”
With each thrust, I slipped a bit further into her. I pulled back out each time, but not as far as I pushed in with my next thrust. Before long I was in as far as I could get. I felt my balls against her pussy lips. Maybe a highly paid lawyer could argue that we weren’t really fucking, but I knew HR would not see it that way.
“Okay. Just stay there. Don’t move. It’s okay.” After a moment, “Okay, now pull out again and fill me up.” I pulled out so that just the head of my cock was inside her body, and smoothly thrust back in all the way. I held still again. No fucking.
“Again” We repeated this several more times over the next few minutes. We were taking it slow, keeping it under control. I was moving maybe 10% of the time, staying still 90% of the time. “Again.” I was watching her intently, watching her face change shape as I slid in and out of her body.
It felt so good, and it took everything for me not to go too fast. One time, I had pulled out, and was waiting for her to tell me to fill her again. Waiting.. waiting.. I couldn’t wait any longer, and slid my cock back into her before she was was ready. She made a quick “Oh!” sound as I slid back in, feeling my balls bump up against her warm, wet pussy lips.
After a few minutes, we were moving faster and faster, and she was pushing her hips into me each time I slid my cock into her.
Before long I was moving most of the time, only pausing briefly when I filled her completely, and when I pulled almost all the way out.
She pulled me down, my ear to her mouth, and she whispered, “I think we’re really fucking now.”
I thought about stopping.. we were breaking the rules… don’t fuck it up.. Instead, all I could do was slow down. “Do you want me to stop?” I hoped she said no. I really didn’t know if I could stop, if she said yes.
She didn’t say anything for a moment. We were still pushing into each other. I managed to hold still for a moment, and she started to say something, but at the same time I thrust back into her, filling her again, and she gasped. The she said, “We were badder before..we’ve already done this..we’re not breaking any new rules” I didn’t know if ‘badder’ was really a word, and I wasn’t sure if I agreed with her logic, but I really didn’t want to argue with her. “Don’t stop. mmmm…. fuck me, make me cum again.” Soon we were working together, speeding up again.
She was so flexible. Without stopping our fucking, she was able to pull one leg around and over my shoulders, and then the other, her legs locked around me. I pounded her into the bed, thrust after thrust. Every time I bottomed out, she made an “mmmph!” sound as she squeezed me and pushed her hips back up to meet me. I think it was the sexist sound I had ever heard.
She was thrashing around below me, thrusting her hips up into me like she was trying to swallow me. I felt my balls start to tighten, and the head of my cock started to swell as I thrust into her. And then I was past the point of no return. I was coming again, blasting my come into her. And then she was coming again too. The next few moments are hazy. My next real memory is of the two of us lying on the bed, our bodies tangled together, both of us trying to catch our breath and come down to earth. I ran my hands up and down the parts of her I could reach, and kissed the parts near my mouth.
After we recovered, she said “Well, I guess we know the answer now. We broke the rules again.”
“Well, technically, just one of them”, I joked, trying to keep the mood from being too serious.
She gave a small nod. When she didn’t say anything else, just looking into my eyes, I wondered what was on her mind. I started to regret making the joke. “What are you think–” She crushed her mouth into mine, sliding her hand behind my neck and giving me a hot, wet, deep kiss. I kissed her back.
When she let me go, she smiled and said “There. Both of them.”
She was starting to forget about the rules.
She still had the hotel room for a few more hours, so we set an alarm to give us some time to have a quick shower and a late breakfast before checking out. Then we kissed and caressed each other, enjoying all of the time we had together before drifting back into peaceful sleep.