Party

"I wasn't planning to come," she answered. But I think I will, just to see you," she added with a smile.

The company had rented a private cabin for our annual Christmas party. The day was, not surprisingly, a bit chilly. Most of the party was either around the bar or by the indoor heated pool. The plan was to sit on the porch outside where we had a view over the whole area and watch the annual fireworks show (we also rented this place for 4th of July; the pool area was in the fancy retractable hut thing and could become a outdoor pool in warmer weather). Company events were a family thing, and Charlie and the kids had come with me, with some grumbling from them. My daughter was sulky, as teenagers generally are when **** into these occasions, but she had brightened a bit when she'd found a few other teenagers to be sulky with. Several of them had formed a group by one of the couches, and were talking about how lame all this was. My son was having a ball with the other kids. playing games on their phones or something. Charlies and I sat around a table with a few other couples having polite (boring) conversation. Some of the younger staffers wandered between the tables, the bar, and the pool; I saw Debbie Kowalski (who had renewed her internship and would be staying with us till summer) was in the pool in a moderately skimpy two-piece. I was trying not to stare too obviously at her wet form.

"I remember being twenty-one, just barely," commented Michelle Hawks, sighing."I remember being twenty-one, but I don't remember looking like that," Charlie nudging me to let me know she knew I was looking. "What you think, Tom." she asked me with a mocking tone. "I think she's a very attractive young lady and I refuse to make any further statement on the grounds that it might incriminate me," I replied, drawing a laugh from the pair of the. The other men at the table toasted my evasive action.

I was saved from any further embarrassment by the arrival of three newcomers. "Hi, Sharon, why don't you join us here?" Michelle asked. Sharon, dressed in designer clothing (the one vice I had seen her retaining; her money grubbing days were otherwise behind her) sat in the chair opposite me as Michelle introduced her around the table. Her kids were standing behind her, wearing swimsuits and looking longingly at the pool, and she introduced them around the table as well. Charlie suggested they try the pool; many of the younger kids were swimming, unlike the older kids who were adopting a "too cool for this" attitude. They had apparently been waiting for permission and after checking quickly with their mom.

As the evening wound on, most of the adults made their way into the main hall. The sun was going down and the food was being served, various wet kids had been pulled from the pool, others away from their phones. Sharon headed for the ladies room. I followed after a bit and arranged to time my exit from the men's room so that we met coming out. Debbie's bikini had made me horny, and I needed a quickie from Sharon. This was the closest I had come to doing anything with Charlie around; i made sure neither of us would be missed. As Sharon came out of the ladies room, I took her arm and guided her into an empty room, shutting the door. It appeared to be the manager's office, complete with a leather couch. I turned and held Sharon tight and kissed her deeply, waiting to see how she would respond. I was unsure after how she acted on the plane, but after a brief hesitation she returned the kiss, but then quickly pulled away. "Tom, no. They'll miss us. They are right outside!"

"No they won't," I said, and tweaked just a little so she would believe it. "They're busy with dinner and the kids. We'll be back before they miss us." I had one hand on her ass, stroking. I took the other and popped a few buttons on her shirt, putting it inside and moving toward her breast. I kissed her again. "I need you, Sharon," I said. I think that line (and knowing my wife was just outside) set her off, and she yielded to me, returning the kiss and reaching down to rub my cock through my pants. "I need you, too, Tom," she whispered kissing my ear. "But let's hurry." With that she popped the buttons on her skirt and let it fall; she stepped out of it and I stuck my finger in her pussy and began frigging her to get her juices flowing, levering her panties down at the same time. She kissed me again and pulled down my pants and underwear to get at my cock. She began to lower herself to give me a blowjob, but I stopped her and guided her over to the desk (somewhat awkwardly, we both just had our underwear pushed down a little and our legs were still bound). I pushed her backward gently and she leaned back on the desk, her legs falling over the side. I reached down and spread her legs so she was basically doing a split with her pussy at the edge of the desk. then I knelt down and entered her pussy with my tongue.

She ran her fingers through my hair as I licked her inner lips, sighing wquitely, keep her voice down. I speared my tongue into her vagina, which caused her to let out a restrained eep. Watching her try to restrain herself (even though we didn't need to) was so cute. I ran my tongue in and out several times as Sharon began moving her hips to get more of it in. I Kept trying to get her to make more nose, but she held out. We didn't have that much time (even if they wouldn't care, it would be awkward if we took too long and the rush was part of the fun). As soon as she was wet enough and I could tell she was ready, I stood up and slid my cock into her wet pussy. I looked down at the sight of my assistant lying on the desk, Her legs in a straight line to either side with her pussy spread open to take in my cock. I slid in and out slowly, groping her through her blouse, then I reached down to pull it open to reveal her breasts in their pink bra. As I stroked her, I played with her tits, and she smiled up at me. "God, this is good. You'll have to do me on a desk again some time." I laughed and told her I would, imagining doing her at her own desk (I'm sure she meant mine, as I had an office with a door while hers was on the main floor, but the thought of doing her where everyone could see it turned me on more). I began stroking into her harder, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me into her. I picked up the pace again, and she pulled herself up to a near-sitting position and put her arms around me to hold me close. She was still somehow keeping her vocalizations to low moans and gasps, though I could see her biting her lip to keep them in. I was pushing into her in a long series of fast strokes and she was holding me tight. "Oh I need it, put it in me, put it in me," she whispered in my ear, her head resting on my shoulder. I stroked harder and faster and I could feel both our orgasms nearing, and she rocked her hips back and forth on the desk, using her legs sound me to pull me in, urging me on with her arms and legs wrapped around me, still trying not to make a sound. Suddenly she tightened her grips on me and grunted hard; I could hear her holding back her scream and I could feel her cunt muscles tighten on my cock as she came. That was all I need and I popped off deep into her, grunting but unconsciously also holding my volume down.

We remained wrapped in each other's arms for a minute. I placed my hand under her chin and lifted her face to mine for a long kiss. Then she pulled away with a sigh, getting up off the desk and looking around on the floor to locate her clothes, which she begins throwing on in a hurry. "Damn that was good," she said. "But now I've got to walk around with wet underwear." I didn't want her to be uncomfortable, so I dried her off and cleaned up her panties with my powers; if I didn't know better I would have thought her clothes were just out of the wash (just as well, since I had popped a few buttons pulling her blouse open; she never noticed). I gave myself and my clothes similar treatment."God, I hope nobody noticed we were gone," she said worriedly.

"Don't worry so much," I said with a laugh, pulling her close and kissing her lightly. "It will make you grow old before your time."

"We never did try the couch, and it sure looks comfortable," she commented. There was always the next time we rented this place. I let Sharon go out first, then followed a moment or two later. Of course, nobody had missed us, and we got back into the flow of conversation. The rest of the night was quite pleasant, and we all arrived home quite late (the kids were glued to their phones on the ride back). I got into bed with Charlie, and we drifted off.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil