Party FavorIt was July fourth weekend and we were getting ready for my company’s annual party. We had gone back and forth about whether to go or not for the past few days, but had finally decided that we should at least make an appearance. My coworkers and boss were just so damn dull. The past two company parties had been really boring and luckily we were able to duck out early on both occasions. I was hoping that this time would be the same.
I had just gotten out of the shower and walked into the closet to stare at my clothes. I had no idea what to wear. I saw my hubby peer at me from the bathroom sink, so I let my towel slowly fall to the floor, revealing my still moist, naked body. Drips from my wet hair steadily cascaded down my back and over my ***, as I playfully swayed my hips back and forth to give him a little show as I shifted hangers back and forth to look at various summer dresses. “You could just go like that” he called out from the bathroom, staring at me appreciatively as he shaved. I glanced back at him and laughed “I don’t think it’s that kinda party” He laughed and shook his head “probably a good thing, considering the people you work with!” “Be nice” I laughed in return. It’s not that the people I work with are hideous or anything; just not the kind of people you want parading around naked. Well, except for one or two maybe.
I chose a simple white sundress, slipped it off the hanger and held it up for him to see. “what do you think?” I asked. “MMM I love that one. If you stand in just the right light….” He was saying as I wacked him with the hanger on the ***. “What?!” he exclaimed, swatting me away. “I’m just saying…you definitely should wear that one” he smiled. I rolled my eyes at him and slipped it over my head. I was going to wear a bra, but the dress had a halter strap and I hate those strapless bras; always slipping down. Besides, my boobs looked amazing in this dress. I looked in the full length mirror and adjusted the top so my breasts were nicely popping out of the top. “Very nice” he said, trailing his finger along the neckline of my dress. “everyone will appreciate those” he added, running his hand up under my skirt and caressing my backside. “You better quit, or we will never get there” I sighed, pressing my *** into his hand and reaching my arm up and over his neck. “oh darn” he joked. “yea really…but we have to go now, I already told Karen we’d be coming”I said, slowly drawing away from him as he pouted his disappointment at me.
We finished getting ready and were in the car headed to Karen’s farm within the hour. She had worked with me for the past few years and we had become pretty close, as far as coworkers go. We had a love for horses in common, and that is one of the reasons I actually go to the July 4th party; to see her horses. She had a beautiful farm; a huge farmhouse, well, mansion really. Her husband was a surgeon, and he gave her whatever she desired. They had a beautiful barn full of horses that I love to visit. The company always had the fourth of July party there because it was large enough to accommodate everyone; usually around 150 people attend, and Karen and her husband always put on a grand firework display once it gets dark.
When we arrived, we did the usual round of formalities. I introduced my husband to some of the new employees and to others he hadn’t met at other events as we made our way through the grand foyer that was steadily filling with people filling their appetizer plates with a variety of things from a buffet table. We gathered some goodies and headed to the back of the house, his hand gently resting on the small of my back. We stepped out of the large glass doors onto the sprawling back porch. As usual, there was a Dj set up in one corner, and a bar set up in the other. We headed for the bar, getting sidetracked by people saying hello. Upon reaching the bar, he ordered himself a jack and coke, and myself a vodka and soda. “Here you are gorgeous” he said, handing me my glass. I smiled at him and took a quick sip as I looked around. Tables where set up on the back lawn overlooking their barn and large front paddock. A few horses grazed far away in the distance on the hill. I looked at them and pouted. “I’m sure they will come to visit you after a while” my husband said, seeing my pout. “I hope so” I stated. “Let’s go find a table” I said, starting away from the bar. He followed and I picked a table closest to the fence, of course. “Nice choice” he said slyly, running his hand up my thigh under the tablecloth. “mmmm.. I hadn’t thought of that” I smiled, opening my legs a little wider “we are kind of out of the way over here”. “Maybe I can get you off without anyone noticing” he said, sliding his fingers up to my increasingly moist *****. “No panties…also nice choice” he murmured. I gazed across the lawn at the other tables that were filling with guests, getting very aroused as my husband found my **** and slowly circled his finger around and around. “oh my” I whispered, letting out a slow sigh. I suddenly sat up a little straighter and tried to close my legs to stop his teasing as a few of my coworkers approached. He just smirked and forced his hand back between my legs. I was a little flustered, but managed a smile and a “hey guys, how are you?” as they sat down at our table. I shot a warning glance at him, but he ignored me and started talking to Bill, one of the women’s husbands that he knew; all the while continuing his slow and methodic teasing. My breathing was quickening as the pleasure raced through my body. “Are you okay?” asked Brenda, the company’s secretary “you look a little-“ “Oh yes..I’m fine!” I interrupted a little too loudly, putting my elbows on the table for support. I could feel my climax building. I had to make him stop. I couldn’t possibly have an ****** right here, right now. I slowed my breathing and kicked him in the ankle. He laughed out loud and finally withdrew his hand, giving me a wink. “It was nice talking to you Bill” he said, standing up and offering his hand to him; the hand that had just been fingering me. Bill took his hand and gave it a firm shake. I couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m going to head to the bar, can I get anyone anything?” My husband asked as he stood behind me and gave my shoulders a squeeze. With that, he walked away toward the bar. I was so worked up, I nearly followed him to go find a secluded corner or empty room somewhere, but Brenda was going on and on about something, not sure what, but I felt the need to stay and chat for a bit. So I just smiled and nodded while I daydreamed about him taking me right here at the party.
A few minutes had passed when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I put my hand up and grasped the hand, assuming it was my husband’s. The hand I grasped was not his though, and I started a little out of my daydream and looked up to see who it was. “Holy hell” I slowly smiled “Never thought I would see you at one of these” I joked. “Well, you know…I had to show up to at least one” he answered. It was Bob, one of the manager’s. He sat down and placed a fresh drink next to my empty one. I looked at him with a bit of a puzzled look, but quickly smiled and said “thank you” taking a sip. We chatted for a bit with each other and the others at the table. He was sitting kind of close to me and I could smell his cologne. I watched as he brought his glass to his lips as he was laughing at something one of the men had said. He had great arms; tan and muscular. His face was lined from working out in the sun all his life, so he looked a little older than his years, but he was still handsome in a rugged way.
We had a sort of odd relationship. We never really talked outside of work, and I rarely even saw him during work. However, we had hit it off from the start and had built a solid friendship in the past two years. I wouldn’t say we really flirted, I mean, in a way we did; we joked around all the time and made fun of one another, texted each other throughout the day, and he did seem to appear now and then for no real reason. It’s just that it was never anything sexual. So I didn’t really think of him that way. He must have felt me staring. As he set his now empty glass down on the table, he locked eyes with me. He didn’t smile, but I could see that playful gleam in his eyes he usually gets when we talk. Only this time, there was something more as our eyes met. I’m not sure if it was my two vodkas, or what my husband had done to me, but I could feel a stirring down below. I began to wonder if maybe he did like me in that way. I broke our stare and smiled coyly as I twirled the straw in my glass. I glanced up toward the bar to see if I could find my husband, but he seemed to be lost in the crowd somewhere. Bob tapped me on the arm to get my attention and sat back in his chair “Did you know Marley had her foal a few days ago?” he asked, stretching his arms and placing them behind his head. I couldn’t help but look at his taught biceps “No! Karen didn’t tell me! How exciting” I exclaimed “Colt or filly?” I asked anxiously. He slowly shook his head “I dunno, wanna go find out?” he asked, nodding towards the barn. “What do you think?” I asked sarcastically, rising from my seat and throwing my napkin at him. “If my husband comes back, can you tell him I went to the barn?” I asked the table, pushing my chair in. They nodded and I started towards the barn with Bob. Our little staring contest forgotten for now, I was overjoyed at the thought of seeing the new foal.
We reached the stable and I ducked under the rope that was across the aisle way. Bob laughed as he stepped over it with a smug look. “Ha ha. More short jokes” I said giggling as I quickly walked to Marley’s stall. I placed my hands on the bars and peered in. “Oh my gosh” I breathed quietly “He’s so beautiful” As I saw that it was indeed a boy. Marley gave me a nicker of acknowledgment, but didn’t move as she would have disturbed her baby, who was curled up, fast asleep, at her front legs. Bob was slightly to the side and behind me, one of his hands on the stall bars above mine. I was suddenly aware of his breathing. I could feel it quickening on the back of my neck. “He is a pretty one…for a horse” he scoffed, jokingly. I pushed my shoulder back roughly into his chest “you’re mean.” I laughed. “Mean huh?” he said “I can be” he finished, with a sly smile. That strange look was back as I turned my head to look up at him. “Now just what does that look you are giving me mean?” I demanded, turning to face him, giggling at him. I expected him to back up, but he didn’t. Instead, he placed his other hand up on the bars, trapping me between the stall and him. I looked up at him and batted my eyelashes “what you doin?” I asked playfully. “Somethin I’ve been wanting to do for a loooong time” he replied, dropping his hand to my hair, brushing it away from the back of my neck so he could place his hand on my tingling skin. His hand was hot and rough on my skin, and sent shivers down my back. He pulled me to him and kissed my lips. I was in shock, but I eagerly kissed him back. My thoughts were swimming in my head and the excitement of the situation had me feeling light-headed. His tongue thrust into my mouth and I swirled mine around his. He pressed his body against me and I could feel his hardness against my hip. He began running his other hand down my back and too my ***, cupping it through my dress. Our breathing was heavy and I lifted my leg and placed my high heel against the stall door to steady myself and push into him as he kissed and fondled me. “you look so amazing tonight” he managed to say between kissing my neck and the top of my breasts “I can’t help myself”. He ran his hands up under my dress, up my thighs to my soaked *****. As he ran his fingers into the wetness he let out a groan “oh my god, you’re so wet” I just smiled and grasped his **** through his pants. He fingered my **** and squeezed my breasts as I rubbed his ****. He looked around and spotted the hay. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind him as he quickly strode over to the hay pile. He lifted me up effortlessly and placed me on a stack of bales, standing in between my legs. He thrust his tongue in my mouth once more and pulled the top of my dress down to expose my breasts. He grasped my hard nipples in his fingers and squeezed gently; lowering himself to his knees, he pushed my dress up my thighs, exposing my bare *****. He smiled and placed his hands behind my knees and pulled me towards him and then pushed my legs up to give him better access. I inhaled sharply as his tongue slowly traced up and down my *****. It was hot and wet, making me moan with delight as he circled it around my ****. What a hot scene it would be if someone would walk into the barn now, I thought. I could see out the doors and could just make out some tables and people now that it was getting dark. The candles and lights that had been set up were just being lit. I moaned and closed my eyes, my head falling backwards as I propped myself up on my elbows, the itchy hay poking at me. He worked his tongue in and out of me and then flicked my **** quickly with his pointed tongue, making me writhe with pleasure. He let my legs go to unfasten his pants. He stared at me as he pulled his **** out, lust in his eyes. I licked my lips and glanced hungrily at his long, thick ****. The head was glistening with pre-*** and I was anxious to taste it. I began to sit up, but he pushed me down and shook his head “I can’t wait, I need to **** you” he said as he grasped my hips and pulled me to the edge toward him. Our eyes locked as he pressed the head of his **** against my pulsing wetness. I bit my bottom lip, my eyes begging him to enter me. He groaned as he slowly penetrated me, his thickness spreading me open wide. It felt so good as he slid in and out; faster and faster he thrust into me, my hips rising to meet him. I was moaning louder and louder as he grasped me tighter around my hips. He was watching my **** bounce and I could see him tensing and gritting his teeth as he pounded me. He was getting close, and I wondered if he was going to pull out. “I’m gonna ***” he said through clenched teeth. He thrust twice more and then held his **** deep inside. I could feel it pulse as he came; he threw his head back and let out a groan of pleasure as his **** filled me with ***. He finally let out the breath he had been holding and slowly pulled it out of my dripping *****. He bent and rest his forehead on my stomach for a moment, his sweat rolling off his temples onto my skin. “****…”he breathed “that was amazing” “mmmmm..I agree” I sighed. He stood up and adjusted himself. “We better get outta here before they come looking for us” I sat up and he helped me down. I giggled and adjusted my dress, pulling it back up over my breasts. I could feel his *** slowly running out of me. “You go on ahead…I need to clean up a bit” I giggled “Right” he said “sorry, but that had to be done” he finished with a wink. He strode for the doors and turned back as he reached them, gazing at me for a moment “Don’t be too long, or I may just come back and do it again” I laughed and he walked out of sight. I looked around for something to wipe myself off with. I spied a towel hanging on a hook by their tack room. I headed for it, my back to the door. As I picked it up, I heard a noise and spun around quickly. There was my husband, watching me from the doorway. “you don’t need that towel just yet” he said with a grin as he came towards me. “What?” I asked in confusion. “you are just gonna get dirtier” he added. It was then I noticed the raging hard-on he had. He reached for the towel and I handed it to him. He threw it aside and pulled me to him. “Actually, I think you need a few more loads shot in you, my little ****”