Doing A Carol 37
Dear Diary.
The night was drawing to a close with everything winding down. The party, in my eyes, was deemed a great success. Jerry’s team looked as if they had throughly enjoyed themselves, we’ve also acquired a new and influential client who would bring us more business and I had a little flirt or two with the possibilities of a new friend with benefits.
I know that they say you shouldn’t mix business with pleasure, but I don’t play by the rules anymore. My Stepford Wife facade has now crumbled like a delicate egg shell and is victoriously crushed under my Jimmy Choo covered feet to reveal my repressed, hidden urges that were locked up in a virtual chastity belt.
And now that my hot wife journey has just begun, I can now explore and conquer a myriad of unchartered foreign lands, cultures, discover new delicious delicacies and capture a kaleidoscopic cavelcade of cocks on my way.
As the slow songs smoothed other the digital turntable, some of the remaining couples who were staying at the hotel for the night, shuffled wearily on the dance floor to the melodic tune, clutching each other in case one of them fell.
‘It’s been a great night,’ Jeremy said as he guided me to an awaiting chair.
‘It certainly has,’ I puffed, trying to pull down my short dress. I’m sure people must know by now that I’m wearing stockings. I was too tipsy to care. Plus I was horny and I wanted Jeremy to fuck me raw.
And for those who I can hear screaming about what I did next and I know I shouldn’t have done what I did, but I put my bag on the floor next to me. As they say, bag on the floor, money out of the door.
‘I think it’s passed your bedtime,’ Jeremy said as he sat down next to me.
‘I’ll be fine. I want to stay here for a bit longer.’
‘I really should be a true gentleman and escort you to your awaiting husband.’
‘Must you?’ I pouted.
‘Yes. I don’t want to leave you alone.’
‘I won’t be alone. You’re here,’ I purred.
‘Not for much longer as I have to go to bed as my private jet is flying me out to Dubai tomorrow afternoon.’
‘Oh.’ To say I was disappointed was an understatement.
‘And anyway, I’m sure Jerry must be missing you.’
‘He won’t be missing me. He’d probably be fast asleep by now.’
‘But you need your beauty sleep.’
‘That can wait. I’m too wide awake to go to bed now.’
‘But I need to keep my promise to Jerry and look after you.’
‘I’ll be alright. There’s plenty of people about. And if I did need any help, I can always call on Pascal. He’ll sort me out.’
‘I bet he will!’ We both chuckled.
‘I don’t feel happy about this. Are you sure?’ Jeremy asked.
‘Definitely.’ I patted his knee. ‘Yes I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. You go to bed and I’ll see you in the morning.’
Jeremy slipped his hand into mine and softly kissed it.
‘As a new friend, I’ll be here for you. And we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other. Trust me. There’s no rush.’ Jeremy rubbed my hand. ‘I will see you soon ma chérie. Our tete a tete isn’t over. It’s just beginning.’
I smiled. I’m glad I haven’t frightened him away.
He continued, ‘And do look after Jerry for me as he’s a special man.’
‘Yes he is,’ I agreed as Jeremy departed for his private nightcap. I watched him leave as my naughty thoughts were interrupted by the remaining guests.
‘Goodnight,’ came from the last lot of stragglers as they swayed out of the room with streamers strewn over them whilst leaving a trail of paper confetti behind them.
‘Goodnight,’ I waved back. ‘See you in the morning.’
As the last lot of our guests retired to their rooms, a cleaner and the hunky bar tender, whom I’ve had my eye on all evening, came in to clear away the tables.
I wonder if he’s up for fun? Let’s see.
‘Hello,’ I waved to the bar tender. He shyly waved back. ‘What’s your name?’
‘It’s Scott, he answered as he lifted a small crate on to the table. His arse looked good as the strain of his tight black trousers perfectly framed his pert butt cheeks.
‘Well Scott. It’s lovely to see more of you.’ I cheekily parted my legs slightly so that he could look up my dress to see the lace triangle of my black knickers and the tops of my stockings.
‘And you too.’ Scott carried on collecting the glasses, oblivious of my intentions as he was too busy working or just too innocent to notice. Although the cleaner had a sneaky look and liked what he saw with a grin.
‘Do you enjoy your job Scott?’ I filled up my glass with the last dregs of the bottle of wine that was left on the table.
‘Yes I do. It can be hard at times.
Oh yes. I bet you get hard. Very hard. Throbbing, in fact!
I thought I’d go in for the kill and get personal.
‘Does your girlfriend mind you working unsociable hours?’
‘I don’t have a girlfriend.’
Mmm. Interesting.
‘I work weird hours so I don’t have time for a relationship.’
‘That’s a shame.’ I parted my legs further. My dress got higher, as well as my hopes. ‘I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but as you’re such a good looking young man, are there any women on the horizon who might catch your eye?’
Ding! He clocked my rising dress.
‘They’re maybe one or two.’
I do believe I saw his bulge twitch. Bingo!
‘Ooo. Two women. You naughty boy.’
He chuckled. ‘I should be so lucky.’
‘You should try it sometime. It’s very liberating.’ Oops. Did I say too much and have I let my secret out? It’s a good job that no one was about. Especially Jerry.
‘Yes, I’d love to.’
‘Do you have time to have fun?’ I asked, trying to see his reaction.
‘It depends,’ he blushed.
By the results of my delving questions, it looked like his manhood was growing more and more as I saw him adjust his trapped hard cock discretely behind the table.
‘On what?’ I wanted to find out more.
‘On whether he finishes his work,’ Pascal said as he came in with a box of rubbish bags.
Scott put his head down, looked apologetic at me and scuttled away, along with the perving cleaner.
‘Aw. I was just starting to have some fun,’ I whined.
‘I’m sorry to spoil your fun but unfortunately my dear, we need to clear the room,’ he said politely.
‘Am I being asked to leave?’
‘In the nicest terms, yes. I’m sure Mr Banks will be wondering where you are.’
‘He doesn’t care. He’ll be snoring his head off by now. I want to party.’
Again, I opened my legs to let my dress lift up more. Pascal bent down and picked up my bag. His head was now at the same level as my crotch.
I caught saw him looking at my lace covered pussy. It felt good to be appreciated.
‘Do you like? I asked. May as well be obvious as we’ve gone past the flirting stage.
The look of delight crossed his face.
‘Indeed I do.’
‘Would you like to see more?’
Pascal looked over his shoulders to see if anyone was watching or could hear what was going on. No one was about except for the bar tender Scott scuttling around in the next room. And anyway, he was too busy to notice our shenanigans.
With Pascal at my knees, I slowly ran my finger down the indentation of my flimsy covered crack from where my knickers were sucked in.
I then rubbed my finger over Pascal’s lips, letting him kiss it.
‘Ooh,’ he groaned as he stood up, only to show off his bulge in his trousers. His hands slowly slid around the outline to define it more.
‘Mmm. Lovely,’ I groaned as my hand reached out to tough it. It was thick and pulsating.
I looked behind Pascal to see Scott watching us in the distance. I furtively winked at him so that Pascal didn’t see my action. He smiled back, then carried on with his duties. I continued to rub Pascal’s bulge.
‘Come with me,’ he said, ‘and we can continue this conversation in private.’
Pascal held my hand and helped me up from my chair.
‘Ooo. Where are we going?’ I asked as I fell in to his arms.
‘Away from prying eyes.’
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