The Christmas Party
"What are you doing?" Mark yelled over the sound of the music playing in the
main office. He liked Cindy and usually kept an eye on her.
Cindy loved
to wear short skirts, and he loved to watch her in them. She had a killer set of
legs, and a perfect ass just made for licking.
When he saw Cindy enter
the copy room with a glass of wine, and a peculiar expression on her face, he
followed. She was sitting on the copy machine. Her short, checkered skirt showed
an ample portion of her firm, meaty thighs. Mark moved closer, ogling the
expanse of exposed female flesh. She was a hot woman.
Cindy kicked her
feet happily, dropping her high-heeled shoes as she finished her wine. She
tossed the glass to Mark and giggled when he tried to catch it. After fumbling
for a heart-stopping moment, he held it against his chest, trying not to spill
his own drink.
"Making a copy," she yelled with her eyes closed and a
crazy expression on her face. She opened her blue eyes and looked at him with a
challenging expression, then reached down for the hem of her skirt. She pulled
it up to her waist, while wiggling her butt from side to side. When the dress
sat in a ring around her sweet ass, she reached down and yanked her white
panties down and kicked them to him with a stocking-encased foot. He caught them
and glanced at them in wonder, then slid them inside his suit pocket for closer
inspection later. He moved around directly in front of Cindy to get a beaver
shot. She smiled at him and pressed the copy button. The bright light of the
copy machine outlined her ass and pussy like no other light could. He took a
deep, shuddering breath and looked on in wonder. It was very erotic, getting a
close-up beaver shot of the most beautiful and hard to get woman in the office.
She fucked nobody. And there it was, the coveted pussy of the sweetest girl he
had ever know. Her soft thighs and brown hair were very erotic. His manhood
throbbed, making an obvious tent in the front of his pants. But Cindy didn't
seem to notice.
Cindy watched the machine photocopy her ass. She reached
down and pulled the first copy from the bin, and handed it to Mark.
"Would you eat that?" she demanded in drunken outrage.
"Oh hell yes," he
gasped, looking at the inflated picture of her ass, and her large-lipped pussy.
It was extremely erotic.
"I have left these pictures at the last five
Christmas parties, but nobody could ever identify them. Do you know why?"
"Because there are over 75 women here?"
"No, because nobody has seen it
before. Know why?"
"Why?"
"I haven't been fucked in over a year.
Nobody here wants to fuck me."
"Bullshit. Everybody here wants to fuck
you, including me. But we know that you won't."
"Why?"
"I don't
know. You haven't dated anybody in the office, or the entire building, for that
matter."
"Nobody asked me but complete assholes. I don't date assholes,"
she said, looking at the growing pile of pictures. "Maybe I should sign
them."
"No! No, Cindy, don't do that. They will fire you."
"Yeah,
but I could get fucked."
"I will be happy to fuck you," Mark said with a
great deal of restraint.
"You will? Right here on the machine?"
"Sure, if that's what you want," he said uncertainly.
...CONTINUES
IN THE MEMBERS SECTION