Mistletoe and Office Parties

Mistletoes and Office Parties

by A. Hawk

Dedication: This story is completely mine and resembles no one I know. That’s what so great about fiction. It’s spicy but sweet, so if you’re over 18 and everything’s legal where you are, then read on. However if you copy without my permission, I will find you. Well probably not, but hell your guilt will overrun you and you’ll feel bad about it for a minute or two or until you find something better to copy.

Anyways enjoy this holiday treat and Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Happy Holidays to anyone I left out. Bottom Line: Peace and Happiness to all. Be Blessed and enjoy.

Another year, another office party. One more year of watching people get drunk and suck up to the head honchos. Another night wondering who’s going to end up with whom. Another year of having to play nice with people she really couldn’t stand just to keep up with office politics.

After working for five years at the company, Samantha Owens had really had just about all she could take of it. When she started she understood well how politics and basic ass kissing could further her career. She’d even gone so far as to use her 5’7” lithe frame and gorgeous almond shaped hazel eyes to get her way. It worked, but only because she had the intellect to back it up, and she never, NEVER gave anything away. However, now that she was up for a promotion, she found that her ability to do the one thing she hated most, ‘play the game’, was the very reason she excelled at these boring, cheesy little….office parties.

Knock, knock, knock…Sam just had enough time to acknowledge the knock of the door before assistant came in with his nose stuck in a notepad.

“Sure Luis, come on in.” Sam said under her breath but quickly replaced it with a smile. “How can I help you Luis?”

“Well Ms. Owens, I just wanted to know if you needed anything else for the party tonight. I’ve already made arrangements for your limo and your room will be ready for you when you are. Just let the receptionist know when you’re ready to go in…” Sam wanted to make a reply but Luis trudged ahead. “….The flight to Belize tomorrow evening at 4 o’clock and the limo will be ready for you at 2:30 to get you to the airport and on the jet. All of your business affairs will be handled by Middleton until you return and if you have any emergencies, I’ve e-mailed his numbers, even home, to your address.”

Luis stopped and gave Samantha a quizzical look. “Is there anything else you think you’ll need?”

Samantha smiled at Luis and relaxed in back in her chair. “Yes. There is one thing.”

Luis blanched visibly. He couldn’t believe that he’s forgotten something.

“Yes Ms. Owens?” he asked nervously.

Samantha smiled a slow smile and took a deep breath, enjoying the look on her more than capable assistant’s face. “Have a Merry Christmas and very Happy New Year”

Luis sat there stunned for a moment and then smiled. “ Thanks Ms. Owens. You do the same.”

“Oh and Luis, They’ll be a gift from me arriving on Christmas Eve. Please tell your family I said hello.” With that, Luis was dismissed to go enjoy the rest of the day.

Samantha leaned back in chair, closed her eyes and sighed. She knew she was just being grumpy. She hated to admit it but she actually enjoyed watching the play of events. It always made for great office gossip and that was fun, as long as you weren’t the target. Mmmmm guess it’s time to go, she thought was as started shutting down her computer and packing up her things to leave.

Samantha said her “goodbyes” and “see you and left for home. As soon as she walked in the door, she went to her room and ran her bath. She took a nap for a couple of hours and got dressed in a velvet seafoam halter dress and picked up her matching wrap to go with it. To accent she wore emerald jewelry which brought out the color in her eyes. She smiled to herself as she looked herself over in the mirror and then like clockwork she heard her doorbell ring signaling the limo driver.

Samantha arrived at the hotel and walked toward the elevator. She noticed the door closing and asked if the person inside could hold it for her. A hand shot out and held it back with rapid reflexes.

“Thank you. I …” Samantha looked into the most beautiful gray eyes she’s ever seen. She found herself stammering and had to catch herself, but she was too late.

“You’re welcome.” Samantha heard the voice but found it hard to recover when she was blinded by a dazzling white smile. She only respond by smiling back.

“Thanks. Again.” Samantha breathed airily. She cleared her throat “Could you hit the penthouse floor for me please?”

“It would be my pleasure.” Samantha was still in a state of shock. She knew she had been working a lot, but she was not one to miss anything. The woman who held the door for Samantha was 5’8” with long wavy red hair, a beautiful smile and she was gorgeous. Completely, gorgeous. She was wearing a cobalt blue leather suit with an orange sweater underneath and matching ostrich skin boots. Nothing like a cowgirl, Sam thought as she stole another look out of the corner of her eye. She was so busy trying to sneak a peek that she missed the stranger looking her over in the glass mirror of the elevator.

“You look rather nice yourself” Samantha stopped herself from staring and looked straight ahead, that’s when she noticed those gray eyes staring at her in the mirror. “Hi. My name’s Reagan. And you are?”

“Sam…Samantha.” Samantha blushed furiously but kept her composure.

“Well Sam. It’s nice to meet you.” Reagan extended her hand and Sam took it. The first thing she noticed was how warm her hands were, even though it was freezing outside. She also noticed how strong it was.

“My pleasure.” It came out a lot better than she’d hoped and Samantha didn’t miss the sly grin that came to Reagan’s face. I didn’t help that her heart was pounding in her ears. She then realized that she still held Reagan’s hand in her own.

“Sorry, I think you might want that back.” Reagan said and grinned sheepishly.

“I might but right now it seems to be in a good spot.” Oh my GOD!! I can’t believe I just said that. But instead of smiling like a school girl, she locked her emerald eyes onto Reagan’s soft gray ones. Sam let go of Reagan’s hand slowly.

“Well looks like this is my stop.” Sam heard the elevator bell and suddenly realized she might not see her. She stuck her hand out and held the door for her.

“Are you staying at the hotel?”

“Yes, but I leave tomorrow afternoon.”

“So do I, but I’d like to see you again if you have time.” Reagan looked as if she were trying to figure out a way to work that out when Samantha spoke again.

“If you have time, or get bored doing…whatever. I’m going to an office party on the top floor. Just mention my name and you’ll have no problem getting in. Samantha Owen.” with that she let the door close and she was on her way.

III

The party was just getting started when she got there. Some people were dancing and some were at the buffet table. She walked around for the first hour, her mind dizzy with thoughts of Reagan. Damn!! I didn’t even get a last name. She thought and then smiled to herself. Fortunately she wiped the smile from her face just in time to see her supervisors make a beeline for her.

She got caught up in a two hour conversation about where her future was headed. She should have been happy to hear the news but her mind was preoccupied. She had the good sense to smile at the appropriate time and act as if she was surprised and flattered. She even managed to escape and leave them with a sense that she was overwhelmed. When she left the group, she headed towards the bar. However, as she walked across the room she felt eyes on the back of her. She tried to ignore it, but it was so intense that she made a slight enough change in direction that it wouldn’t seem obvious. That’s when she saw Reagan.

Reagan was leaning against the door frame wearing a long gun metal gray jacket with matching pants and Ferragamo boots on. Samantha was speechless but the smile that she gave her told it all.

They started walking toward each other and both spoke at the same time.

“Hi.”

“Hello.” They smiled at each other and then just stood there and, for a moment, it was almost as if they were the only two people in the room. Samantha heard someone point out the mistletoe that was hanging right over where the two were standing. Reagan noticed also and smiled a killer smile and raised her eyebrows.

“Would you like a drink?” Samantha offered as she led the way to the bar clearing her throat.

“Sure. You buying?” Reagan said and smiled. Samantha decided that she like that smile. A lot.

“Sure. All the water you want. It’s on me.” Samantha said and laughed softly.

They spent the night at the bar talking until 2 a.m. Samantha learned that Reagan owned and operated a cattle ranch in Texas and was in the hotel that evening to finishing some business. Finally, the party started to wind down and Reagan escorted Samantha to her room and Samantha invited her in for a night cap.

“You know you really didn’t have to change clothes before you came. You were looking pretty good before.”

“Well thanks, but I didn’t want to embarrass you. Especially since you looked so stunning.”

“Thanks Reagan. That’s really sweet of you to say.”

“Believe me Sam, I never say anything I don’t mean.” Reagan took several steps towards Sam and looked directly into her eyes as she said it. Sam started to feel hot. All over.

“Reagan…” Sam said softly. So much so that Reagan hardly heard her. “…You and I both are leaving tomorrow afternoon. I would love to take this further but..” Before Samantha had a chance to get the words out she felt Reagan’s hands tracing the curve of her neck and her soft lips tracing the other side. Samantha was speechless. Her senses were reeling as she felt Reagan’s heat and her smell envelope her.

Samantha ran her hands over Reagan’s back and pulled her closer. This, she thought, was bliss. Reagan ran her hands down Samantha’s shoulders and removed her wrap, letting it drop to the floor. She pulled back and noticed Sam’s closed eyes.

“Sam?” She whispered huskily into her ear. “Remember that mistletoe?” Samantha opened her eyes and looked into Reagan’s.

“Yes.” was Samantha’s only reply.

“I’d like to keep up with tradition, if you don’t mind” Reagan’s eyes were so full of passion that Sam would have been a fool to say no. However, since she couldn’t speak, all she did was nod.

Reagan took that as her answer an placed her soft warm lips against Samantha’s. The kiss started out softly; with Reagan licking and tasting Samantha’s lips. She took the bottom lip in her mouth and pulled softly. Sam moaned and whimpered in response. She laced her fingers through Reagan’s hair and pulled her tighter against her.

Samantha then slid her tongue into Reagan’s mouth and explored hungrily. She felt Reagan move her hands around to the front of her dress and cup her breasts them squeeze gently. Samantha could hardly take anymore. Her mound was on fire and it spread all through her. She broke away from Reagan and took her hand to lead her into the bedroom. Once inside, Reagan walked up behind Samantha and unbuttoned her halter. Samantha’s dress slid away easily; leaving her standing in a velvet thong, thigh highs and heels.

Reagan stood away from Samantha and took in her beauty.

“Looks like you’ve forgotten the next step. Let me help you.” Samantha removed Reagan’s jacket and laid it gently across the bed. She then removed her shirt and pants and placed them on the bed; leaving Reagan in boy cut shorts and a bra. Afterwards, Samantha licked a trail from Reagan’s throat to her lips and then kissed her with all she had. Reagan broke the kiss long enough to bend down and take one of Sam’s nipples into her mouth and suck greedily. Reagan nipped, licked and bit around Sam’s areola. She then stood to her full height and led Samantha to the bed.

Reagan sat down and had Samantha stand in front of her. She removed Sam’s thong and thigh highs. Kissing her stomach and thighs as she did so. When she was finished, Sam crawled in bed and knelt behind her; removing her bra and taking them into her hands, kneading them. Sam moved Reagan’s flaming red hair away from her neck and began kissing the nape of it as Reagan threw her head back with a husky groan. Reagan put her hand back and grabbed a handful of Sam’s hair, pulling her gently around and kissing her hard on the lips again. Reagan turned and crawled into bed, laying her body down on top of Samantha’s.

Even though the night was cold the room was warm and a fire dancing in the fire place gave Samantha’s body a soft glow. Reagan knelt in between Samantha’s legs and ran the tips of her fingers over her body; tracing lines and memorizing every inch of Samantha by touch alone.

“You are so beautiful.” Reagan whispered. Her eyes were locked onto Sam’s and Samantha had no choice but to believe every word. Reagan did not wait for Samantha’s reply. She merely bent to kiss her sweet lips once again before moving to kiss a trail to her slick and waiting womanhood. Reagan peeled back her waiting nether lips and licked it each side languidly; with long slow strokes. She then took both pussy lips into her mouth and pulled sharply; causing Samantha to squeal and rise sharply. As Reagan sucked deftly on Samantha’s labia, she slid her tongue inside and began Frenching her pussy lips.

Samantha could only moan in sheer ecstasy. This was not how she imagined her night would end and she could only thank the gods for that. She had her fingers interlocked in Reagan’s hair and had to fight hard to keep from pulling it from the roots.

Reagan moved her hands under Samantha’s hips and in order to bring her mouth tighter against Samantha’s pussy. Her tongue swirled around in rapid circles before diving inside of her dewy crevice. She sensed that Samantha was near the edge so she held back circling Samantha’s clit with her tongue. Reagan looked up for just a moment before making he next move.

“Look at me.” She stated simply enough, but the weight with which her words were delivered was enough to bring Samantha to attention.

Reagan and Samantha looked into each other’s eyes as Reagan slid her fingers inside of Samantha’s pussy. Sam wanted to close her eyes, she was in such rapture, but her eyes never left Reagan’s. As Reagan’s finger picked up speed and increased in depth Samantha’s hips moved faster to match their intensity. Reagan drove her fingers in and out of Samantha faster and faster, then deeper and deeper; watching Samantha come closer and closer to the edge. Finally, just as Samantha began to cry out, she slid her tongue hard and fast back into Samantha’s pussy and drank in every ounce of her creamy sweetness.

Sam writhed on the bed, her head moving back and forth. Her breathing caught in her throat and she was rendered speechless. Everything that she had, she gave to Reagan at that moment and after seemingly endless wave after waves of passion engulfed her, she pulled Reagan to her and kissed greedily on the lips and then flipped Reagan over.

She never said a word. She only moved to take Reagan’s breast into her mouth. While lavishing her breasts with attention, Samantha placed her thigh between Reagan’s leg. Reagan got the cue and clamped her legs around Samantha’s and drove her clit against her Samantha’s thigh until she was close to orgasm. Suddenly, Samantha moved in between Reagan’s legs and clamped her mouth down on her mound pulling roughly. Reagan cried out as Samantha nipped on her clit and slid two fingers inside of Reagan’s pussy. She pulled and sucked on Reagan’s pussy lips and clit until Reagan begged her to stop. Then, she kissed the Reagan’s inner thighs before pulling up and lying her arms beside her.

The two lay like that for about 20 minutes. Neither speaking. Then Samantha broke the silence.

“Reagan, I leave tomorrow for Belize. I’ll be gone for two weeks but I’d like to see more of you when I come back. Is that possible?” Reagan turned over and looked into Samantha’s soft green eyes and ran her hands over her cheeks.

“ No. It’s not possible.” Samantha looked heartbroken and made as if to leave but Reagan held her close. “I can’t wait two weeks to see you again. I leave for Vail. I’d like it if you would come away with me.” Reagan replied softly.

“Really”

“Yes. Really. I never say anything I don‘t mean remember?” This time Reagan smiled and Samantha followed suite.

“I remember and yes. I’d love to.”

The next morning Samantha cancelled her hotel plans and boarded a plane heading for Colorado with Reagan. Since then Samantha has accepted the promotion on the condition that she be transferred to Texas to be with Reagan. The two have celebrated mistletoe and office parties ever since.

THE END

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