Mistletoe

It was just another day at work. The usual hustle and bustle of ending the workweek, as well as getting ready for the annual Christmas party. I had just finished up the last of the sale reports for December and was relaxing with a cup of coffee when Amy, my secretary, knocked on the door wanting to know if it was ok for her leave a little early. Seems she needed to do some shopping before the party later that evening. Well being just plumb full of Christmas spirit, (like I actually cared about the holiday), I told her to go ahead and take the rest of the day off, but before she left I had a little something for her. Suddenly she smiled and her eyes opened wide as I stood up. Reaching into the top desk drawer and I handed her an envelope. Seeing the envelope her smile faded and she got this strange look on her face. Opening the envelope the smile again spread across her face as she looked at the amount of her holiday bonus. Throwing her arms around my neck she kissed me quickly in the cheek, but not quick enough that I did not enjoy the feel of her warmth and the scent of her perfume. Thanking me she almost ran out of the office, gathering up her purse and coat heading out for who knows where.

After a couple more hours I put away the papers on my desk, gathered up my briefcase and headed out to my car, ready to get a start on the long weekend. The office would be closed until Thursday, giving us the day before and after Christmas off. I made the long drive back to my house looking at the crowds shopping along the stores lining the downtown streets. All of the streets and store fronts were decorated for the holiday. This was the time of year I really, really hated. I made it home, checked the mail, finding it full of the usual bills and ads as well as Christmas and holiday cards. Tossing my briefcase on the table by the door I went to the kitchen and started a fresh pot of coffee. I sat sipping my coffee thinking about the up coming party, knowing it would be a bore like last year. People getting soused, the usual dirty jokes, the "office stud" playing hide the sausage in the supply room. Yea, just chocked full of Christmas spirit. Man I hate the holiday season. Little was I to know things would be different this year.

I arrived just as the party was in full swing. Standing in the door of the rented hall I was looking to see where the bar and the buffet was when Daria from accounting rushed over throwing her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. I started to push her back as she forced her tongue into my mouth, but instead just held her up off the floor finding her slightly full body to be quite pleasant. Just as I was getting into the kiss she pulled away and wiggled out of my arms smiling.

"Well now that was quite a welcome to the party. What did I do to rate that?"

"Nothing silly", she replied, "You are standing under the mistletoe".

I looked up and saw the little green leafs and berries hanging right above my head. I smiled and moved further into the room, I mean come on I do have to maintain my appearance. I grabbed a Jack and coke from the bar and found a table in the back of the room. I was just sitting down when I saw her across the room by the DJ's table. From the back she was quite a looker. Tall, trim, wearing a tight sheath style red dress. Short brown hair with a slight flip in the back baring the nape of her neck. Long legs with toned, taut muscles, contoured just right by the four inch heels she was wearing. The thing which really caught my attention was her ass. Tight, slightly rounded, and from what I could tell not a panty line in sight. Damn she was hot. I started having all sorts of interesting thought about what I saw as I sat sipping my drink. I guess I must have zoned out because the next thing I knew I was looking straight into the softest blue eyes I had ever seen, then I almost spit out my drink. It was Amy, my secretary. I just sat and stared as she smiled.

"You like?" she asked as she did a slow twirl.

Taking in the vision in front of me I was caught without anything to say. The red dress had a high white fur collar and her breasts were outstanding. I do not mean outstanding as in large, in fact they were rather on the petite side. However the dress she wore showed them off quite well and the fact I could see her nipples stand quite proud made it obvious she was braless.

" Amy you look wonderful. I bet your boyfriend is really jealous of you showing up here looking like that."

She drew a chair closer to me and sat down sipping her drink she told me she no longer was worried about it. Seems her boyfriend decided to dump her just a few days before.

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