Dancing In The Dark 2

At the time of this story (40+ years ago), the company I worked for always made a big deal of after-work parties and out-of-office events. When I started, I was assigned an unused desk next to Barb. She was five years older than me, very quiet and almost what they used to call mousy, and had what was obviously a pretty decent body which was usually concealed by her conservative dressing style. One memorable day, she wore a quite revealing dress which displayed her big, shapely breasts very well. As she returned to her desk, she went to put a piece of paper on mine, saying another worker had asked her to give it to me. She “accidentally” dropped the paper on the floor and bent over to pick it up. For several seconds she gave me a shot of her beautiful, bra-less boobs, nipples enticingly erect. I instantly got a hard-on scoping the scene and got out from behind my desk and walked quickly and obviously to the men’s bathroom. Once there, I went into a cubicle, dropped my suit pants and underwear, sat down on the toilet and started jacking my hard cock. There was no subtlety in my masturbation - I whacked myself hard and fast, almost brutally. When cumtime became inevitable, I stood up and hosed down the back of the cubicle door with a huge, multi-spurt cumshot. I cleaned up and returned to my desk, my cock still semi-erect and obviously so under my pants. Barb looked right at my crotch and got up as I sat down. “Mmmm…smells great around here,” she said with a smile and wink as she walked past my desk.

Anyway, the office Christmas party happened a few weeks later. To the company’s credit, they always did it up right: Good meal, free drinks, live band, and free cabs home at the end of the night. After the dinner was done and people were getting a bit lubricated (in more ways than one!), they turned off the lights on the dance floor. It meant nothing to me - I’ve always hated dancing, thinking that if people want to fuck they should just get on with the job and do it. I went outside to smoke a joint with a few people in an out-of-the-way, sheltered alcove and, on my return inside, I had to walk past Barb’s table to get back to mine.

She jumped up and walked up to me and asked me to dance. I declined, saying I didn’t like dancing but she insisted and, as the scene was getting a bit uncomfortable, I agreed. Naturally, when the band started the next song, it was a slow waltz. We took each other’s hand and when I put my arm around her waist, Barb pressed her groin hard against me. Off we went into a more isolated area and Barb essentially started to dry hump her cunt against my thigh as we stepped in and out towards each other while the band played. She was looking deep into my eyes the entire time and even licked her lips a few times. I was rock-hard when the song ended and Barb made sure to give my cock a quick squeeze before we left the dance floor.

She guided me to her table, which was a bit off to the side in a dark area and now unoccupied. She said, “I want to fuck you, but it’ll be too obvious if we leave together. Let’s get each other off with our hands tonight and we can get it on at my place in a few days.” To say that I was both flabbergasted and horny at this seemingly conservative woman’s behaviour would be just a bit of an understatement. She pushed me into one of the chairs and sat next to me. Before I could say a word, she grabbed my hand and pulled it to her firm, smooth thigh beneath the table. Barb whispered to “do me fast, before anyone comes back.”

I slid my hand over her skimpy-for-the-time panties and could feel a big bulge of pubic hair, as well as a hint of moistness and heat from her aroused cunt. I managed to get a couple of fingers under the waistband of the panties and was able to stroke her sopping wet slit. After maybe a minute of this, with her staring into my eyes, I moved up a bit to her hard, little clit. I rubbed her hard and fast, using her natural vaginal lubrication to keep things reasonably comfortable. With a gasp, she clenched her thighs together and humped out her orgasm against my hand.

She told me to go out front near the cab stand and wait for her in the sheltered alcove she’d seen me come out of after my earlier reefer break. I went out there while Barb made a show of saying good night to some friends. A few minutes later, she joined me. “Get that hard cock out for me,” she husked. I unzipped my suit pants and fished out my throbbing meat. “My God, you’re perfect,” she whispered as she wrapped her hand around my cock. I was liberally dripping pre-cum by this time and Barb used it to lubricate me as she slowly but relentlessly stroked me. Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore and moaned that I was going to cum. Barb jacked me more rapidly and lifted her dress. She made me shoot rope after rope of thick, hot cum all over her panties and went and hailed a cab for herself.

When I went back inside, I went into the can and quickly wiped off my cum-drooling cock in a cubicle. When I came out, an 18-year-old typist from our department named Linda came right up to me and told me she’d been able to see Barb jerk out my cumload. She asked me if I wanted to get a room and I did so. It wasn’t like Barb and me were engaged and I enjoyed a few hours of eating and fucking sweet young pussy that night before cabbing my raw, exhausted cock back to my apartment.