Claire: Tanner and Deion close at the holiday party

Commando :)

I've been invisible my whole life. First I was fat, and men didn't look. Then I got fit and dressed so the men wouldn't look. But as soon as I step into the hotel courtyard fashionably late, I feel every pair of eyes fall on me and my red dress. My cheeks burn, and I fight a strong urge to panic and run. I'm showing cleavage. People that didn't even notice I had large breasts before are staring at my rack. My hips, my waist, the curves I hid in baggy clothes all pop now. I'm in heels, and people are wondering who this tall, elegant woman is. "Who? Who's that? No, it can't be Claire from IT."

How many men just undressed me with their eyes and thought about fucking me? The attention makes my nipples harden and start to poke though. NOT HELPING!

The first half hour is a blur. Men I know come and talk. Men I work with, shy like me, are scared to approach. Married men flirt. The CEO himself greets me while his wife looks at my tits with judgement. I don't have to get my own drinks, they are offered. I'm on my second one before I realize I need to pace myself.

I feel too reactive. I excuse myself and seek out the men from my department. It's fun to watch them stammer and try not to look at my chest. I take advantage of their awkward silence and scan the room, and I see him on the other side of the courtyard. He smiles, I smile back. Tanner is with a friend, and I realize I forgot the most important and very relevant detail. He emailed me that he was bringing a plus-one, a friend from the Marines.

I guess the pressure for sex is off tonight. I'm annoyed even though I know it's for the best. Then I look closer at his friend, and my cheeks blush again.

Tanner's friend is a tall, muscular black guy! And he's super hot. I feel my own arousal kicking in. I'm going commando, so the breeze in courtyard that occasionally wafts up my dress lets me know right away when I'm wet.

The man I want to marry is standing next to my biggest fantasy.

Calm down, Claire.

My phone vibrates. I excuse myself from whatever John from IT is saying. It's him! He usually emails, but he has my number to text.

Tanner: You look gorgeous tonight. Maybe when you can get away from your admirers we can talk.

I look up and see him looking at his phone with a sly grin on the other side of the courtyard.

Me: Sure, if you promise to introduce me to your hot friend.

I grin too. Ramya said to make him chase. Here we go!

I'm already so horny I can't fucking stand it. I definitely should have worn panties. Some time goes by, and I see Tanner and his friend mingling. I get an occasional glance, and I worry I am being too available. Luckily I still have men approaching me, trying to isolate me from the nerd herd. One guy succeeds. He's Mike, an overweight married guy in his forties from Accounting. He's drunk and gets in my personal space with bad breath. I look around for his wife to save me.

Then my hero, Mr. Future Husband shows up. "Claire!" Tanner says with a big grin. "Give us a minute, okay," he tells Mike, who gets the hint from two intimidating men and walks off.

"Thanks for the save," I say.

He comes in for our first hug ever. I press my breasts into him. I have great breasts and worry he might not have noticed them spilling out of my dress.

"And Deion here is my hot friend you were asking about," he teases, making me blush. Of course I mash my tits into him as well when we hug. They're both fit, and I love the hard muscles against my body.

We talk, and the social standing and strong military presence of the two men fend off lesser suitors. My bra is no match for my hardening nipples. Deion's downward gaze tips me off. I fold my arms over them, then see the giant bulge in his pants! I stare a second too long and look up, red-faced.

Tanner is explaining how we email each other and have long conversations, and Deion is playfully mocking him, but the message is clear. Tanner is lifting me up in front of his friend, admitting he's invested time hoping for more with me. My heart is melting, and just when I allow myself to dream that this might lead to something, they leave!

"I need to introduce Deion to some folks, will you excuse us, Claire? It's been great catching up," Tanner says.

I'm intercepted on the way back to the nerds. Some young men from Sales, huge extroverts, are taking their shot at me. They didn't know I existed before tonight, and now they all want to get up my skirt. I accept a fresh drink and flirt back. I feel a buzz and know I need to slow down. I burn with jealousy for the attention Tanner and his friend are getting from other women as they work the crowd. They are easily the hottest men here. Plus Deion is so tall and is the only black guy here and is being treated like a celebrity.

No amount of attention or validation I get from other men helps. I already know what I want, and I can't have it.

Now Tanner is flirting with Candy Waycaster, probably the hottest girl in our company. I'm super annoyed, because she has larger breasts than me even though she is short and petite. She jostles her body to make her rack jiggle to draw his attention in her revealing top. She has several tattoos, and her face is cute. She's single, and from the way Tanner is looking at her, she's going to be in his bed tonight while I masturbate.

My confidence tumbles. What am I even doing? I look ridiculous. Men I don't want are hitting on me and making me uncomfortable. Women are glaring at me. "New" Claire can still barely hold a conversation. The man I want is with his best friend (problem 1) and hitting on another girl (problem 2). I feel like a fraud. This isn't me.

Screw this, I'm going home.

I pull out my phone to get an Uber. But I look up while the app loads, and Tanner and Deion are walking towards me!

"Enjoying the party, Claire? Walk with us," Tanner says, holding out his hand.

The men steer me to a more private area in the courtyard.

They move close enough to pick out their different scents. Tanner is all man. Deion has cologne and smells like a forest. They shield me from any prying eyes in the party, and I let my arms down and let those pesky nipples poke through for them. I relax and open up. We flirt and make fun of our drunk coworkers.

Tanner finally glances at my headlights, and his hand brushes my bare arm, sending sparks. “Claire… Deion and I have a proposition.”

Deion’s deep, soothing voice. “Come back to Tanner’s place with us for the night."

It takes a second to sink in, then it hits like a freight train as I read between the lines. My cheeks burn, my pussy tingles. "Oh."

Tanner’s eyes darken. “We’ve been watching you all night. The way you move in that dress, finally showing the body you’ve been hiding. You’re driving us crazy.”

I blush more, nipples tightening. “But... I’m a good girl. We go to the same church, Tanner. This is crazy!"

Deion leans in, breath on my ear. “Good girls should have fun too. No pressure. If you say stop, we stop.”

Tanner’s hand slides to my waist. “You’re safe with us. We'll use condoms, everything gentle. And no one here will ever know.”

I look down, shy Claire's last gasp of resistance. Deion’s crotch is bigger in his pants. He’s getting hard for me! I shiver in excitement: that size will challenge everything I just stretched for.

I glance up and catch Candy staring, jealousy written all over her face. They picked me.

My voice comes out small. “Tanner, I never do anything like this. I like you. A lot. Will you still respect me, or will I just be a fun story, all my secrets taken and nothing left to give?"

He doesn’t answer directly — just smiles, thumb tracing my waist. “Tonight’s about showing you how desirable you are, Claire. Let us take care of you. I promise you'll have the most fun you've ever had."

Deion’s fingers graze my arm. He nods.

The hunger in their eyes is intoxicating.

A breeze picks up, wafts up my dress and caresses my wet pussy, reminding me why I'm here tonight.

No promises about tomorrow.

One night. Best night of my life.

"I'm in."