Office Party Voyeurs

"I just knew this was gonna be boring," Dorothy said with a sigh. "Why
do you have to come to these parties every year?"

"He's my boss, hon," said Mike, "I don't like these parties any more
than you, but he's a jerk about things like this. Sorry, we'll leave
at the first opportunity, I promise."

"Yeah, yeah...sure we will."

They smiled at each other and decided to make the best of it.

After an hour or so, Dorothy and Mike found themselves snuggled
together on a large, plush living room sofa, her arm wrapped around
his, her head on his shoulder, talking with his fellow workers. As the
conversation went on, Dorothy became restless, but when the topic
turned to sex she perked up. During the course of sexy stories and
bawdy jokes, her leg came up and found it's way across Mike's lap. Her
skirt was on the short side, so she had to push it down to prevent
revealing any secrets, but she kept her leg on his lap.

Several stories and jokes later she began to nuzzle and nibble Mike's
ear. He looked at her several times, flushed, giving her stern
warnings. But when Dorothy is feeling sexy, warnings mean nothing to
her. She hoped that by turning Mike on, they would leave the party and
go home to have a party of their own. But even Dorothy wasn't prepared
for what would eventually happen.

In the course of nibbling and kissing her man, Dorothy became
extremely pleased with herself when the knee resting in Mike's lap had
a most welcome visitor. She felt something pressing against her knee
and looked down to see a bulge in Mike's pants. She brushed her knee
against the bulge, letting him know she knew about his plight. Mike
could only smile. But discovering his excitement made her that much
more excited herself. She was now kissing him on the mouth and sucking
on his lips, her hands holding his head firmly in place, not allowing
his lips to escape.

When Dorothy's tongue came out to play, Mike decided it was time to
cool things off. Only a couple of the other partiers had noticed the
pair's heated condition, so Mike got up off the sofa, turning quickly
to avoid showing off his bulging crotch. He grabbed Dorothy's hand and
pulled her up off of the sofa,leading her into his boss's huge dining
room.

Once there, Dorothy tried to fling her arms around his neck and kiss
him passionately. But he stopped her, reluctantly, because that would
certainly not help his "growing" situation.

"Look...um...maybe we should just go home," he said, believing that
was exactly what Dorothy wanted.

"No way, lover," she cooed, "I'm way past that. This is a huge mansion
your creepy old boss has here. Whaddya say we find us a nice, cozy,
private room and have a little fun?"

"Are you outta your gourd?! This is my BOSS'S house, remember? You
know, the guy who gives me the paychecks that help feed and clothe
us?"

"This house is so big no one would either miss us or find us. We could
probably do the dirty in ten different rooms and no one would be the
wiser."

"You really are crazy," Mike said, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Mikey," Dorothy sung the words seductively, "I'm not wearing
panties."

"Oh, Dor...why do you do these things to me? You know I can't resist
the no panties thing." Mike sighed and accepted defeat gracefully,
wiping the dribbling beads of sweat from his forehead.

Knowing she had him, it was now Dorothy's turn to take Mike by the
hand and lead him. Glancing quickly into the living room to check on
the other guests, who were still giggling over each other's jokes and
limericks, Dorothy pulled back into the dining room and spotted
another large entranceway on the other side of it. She led the
groaning Mike through it into a large sparsely lit room. Walking
quickly through this room, they found a massive, curved stairway
leading to the second floor of the house.

"And let's just see where these lead," said the love of MIke's life.

Mike - poor, engorged Mike - could only continue to groan as his still
growing bulge strained in his pants on the way up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs was a very long hallway, with four or five
doors on either side of it.

"Aha!" exclaimed Dorothy, "Seems we have our pick, lover of mine."

Mike groaned, having a vision of his boss waving multiple pink slips
under his nose.

Dorothy pulled Mike along and, picking a door purely on whim, she
turned the knob and slowly peered in, feeling like a naughty school
girl. Mike, though definitely aroused by the possibilities, still
groaned. The room was dark. Dorothy entered swiftly and pulled the
perspiring Mike in after her...and then closed the door behind them.

Stumbling around in the dark, Mike was the first to find the light
switch. He flicked it, and they both quickly scanned the room, ready
to turn off the lights and bolt at the first sign of occupancy, though
given the darkness as they entered that was highly unlikely. Their
search found nothing but an empty room, soon to be a love nest of
their own making.

No sooner had the coast been determined to be clear, then Dorothy was
clinging octopus-like to Mike, kissing his lips passionately, her
mouth sucking the air out of him as her tongue explored his mouth with
abandon.

She let go of him just long enough to look him in the eye and show a
wicked grin.

"And now, my hot, sexy lover...we're going to make wet, steamy love
all over this room."

Mike groaned again, and asked, "Ok, but...any chance we can do it
quietly?"

"We'll see. We'll see...but right now I just want to remind you about
what I mentioned earlier. I was telling you the truth when I said I
wasn't wearing panties. How's that make you feel, honey?" She purred
and nuzzled her lips just below his earlobe.

Mike reached down and grabbed her thighs, lifting her off the floor.
Her legs came up and wrapped themselves around his waist. As they
kissed passionately, Mike tumbled forward but the wall kept them from
falling to the floor. Braced against the wall, he held her off the
floor with her legs wrapped around him and they kissed madly.

Holding Dorothy against the wall,one of Mike's hands reached down to
determine the truth of her no-panties statement. The wet fur his hand
encountered was proof enough of her claim. His hand quickly left there
to tug at the fly of his pants, his mouth never pausing for an instant
in the mashing of his lips to hers. Having opened his fly, he now
reached in to pull out his confined member. He freed it with a sigh of
relief. Then, putting his arm back around Dorothy, he slid her down
slowly onto his throbbing shaft, and they both sighed.

As Mike lowered Dorothy onto his throbbing member, their simultaneous
sighs turned quickly to gasps and moans. Mike thrust his hips into
Dorothy as she squeezed him with her legs and slowly matched his
thrusting rhythm. Throughout their heated thrusting, Mike and Dorothy
kissed each other forcefully enough that their teeth scraped even as
their tongues explored each other's mouths. At length, Dorothy pulled
her hot mouth away from Mike's long enough to gasp out,

"See...Mike...isn't this...better than...that stupid...party?"

Mike could only clench his teeth with the strain of his battering hips
and grunt out an affirmative reply. Bracing his lady love against the
wall, Mike squeezed her breast with his free hand, his other still
wrapped around her. His breast fondling hand finally got around to
working its way beneath her blouse, where it continued its assault on
her breast. He lightly squeezed it and pinched her pink nipple as his
mouth attacked hers and his groin pounded into her. When Dorothy felt
Mike getting very close to orgasm, she began squeezing his penis with
her vaginal muscles as she pistoned up and down on him. The sensation
was driving Mike wild and he took a step back from the wall so he
could suck her other nipple while his fingers tweaked and teased the
first. To do so, his hand made short work of her blouse, tearing it
quickly to the side until the delicious orb bounced freely out of its
confinement. His thrusting continued, causing her steaming sex to jump
and hop wetly on his pounding erection. Finally, Dorothy, who was
horny from the start, couldn't take it any more. She exploded just
about the same time as Mike, who likewise needed release. While her
juices warmed his swollen, burrowing shaft, his in turn filled her.
They continued to hump breathlessly against the wall for a few more
minutes, their orgasms seeming to take their sweet time subsiding and
their sex-fevered brains eventually cooling and clearing. They slumped
against the wall to catch their breaths, kissing each others faces and
mouths.

"Mmmmm..." sighed Dorothy, still kissing Mike's willing but irritated
lips passionately, "I guess next time I suggest a little diversion,
you'll agree just a little more quickly, won't you, lover?"

"Oh, yes," Mike panted, "I'd say that's a pretty safe assumption on
your part." Then, still trying to catch stray lungfuls of air, he
added, "Tell you what...in the sexual arena, you lead and I'll follow,
oh brazen one."

"Glad to hear it. That opens up a world of delicious possibilities."

"Ha! Now I've stepped in it!" Mike laughed, wondering just what future
activities he might've gotten himself into with that hasty agreement.

They both laughed briefly, still leaning against the wall, then their
mouths found each other again, and their kisses were long, slow and
deep. However, those warm, sensual kisses were cut short. Outside the
door, they heard giggling and some decidedly lecherous laughter,
followed shortly by the sound of a door opening and then closing
again. It sounded like the door to one of the adjoining rooms! That
possibility was confirmed when the giggling continued, coming now from
the room to Mike's and Dorothy's right, clearly heard through the
closed door between the two rooms.

Dorothy smiled at Mike and whispered, "Looks like we're not the only
ones who think that party downstairs is going nowhere."

They looked at each other and smiled...and then laughed, both of them
trying their best to stifle themselves so as not to be discovered by
their new neighbors.

"Oh, my God," said Mike in a whispered exclamation, "they may be able
to see the light. Turn it off!"

When Dorothy fumbled for the light, it was the first time that they
realized that Dorothy was still mounted on Mike's member, which,
though still firm had lost some of its girth.

"Hmmm," Mike winked at Dorothy, "Wanna go again?"

"You bet, lover...but...you know what else I'd just love to do?"

"Uh-oh," he said warily, "what's that?" His voice was also tinged with
just a hint of disappointment.

"Well, those sounds coming from the next room sound an awful lot like
some hot 'n' heavy sex is going on in there. Apparently, we're not the
only ones here tonight with lust on the brain."

"Yeah, so...I think we're doing pretty good in here."

"I know. But, haven't you ever wanted to watch another couple make
it?"

The thought stung Mike like the backside of a wasp. He'd never thought
about it before, but now that Dorothy mentioned it, it was
intriguing...and he did remember her mentioning a long time ago that
it was a mild kink of hers...to watch others doing the dirty deed when
they didn't know they were being spied upon.

"Are you serious, Dor?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

"Mmm...oh, yeah, you bet. C'mon, wanna see if we can catch them at
it?"

"Oh, and like we'll just sneak in the door and sit down on the floor
and watch?"

"No," she sighed, rolling her eyes, "When we first came in here and
turned on the light - before you ravaged me that is - I saw where the
door is that connects to that room. I'm sure I can find it even in the
dark. Let's find it and open it just a tiny crack and see if we can't
catch those hotties in the act. I wonder who it is, anyway...don't
you?"

"You really are mental, aren't you? Still," he admitted, "I am
curious..."

"Remember, Mike, just a few minutes ago you said you'd trust my
judgments in these matters. If I remember correctly, your quote was
something like 'You lead, I'll follow.' Wasn't that how you put it?"
Her smile was an "I gotcha" smile.

"Oh, wonderful...me and my big mouth. As soon as those words came out
of it, I knew I was gonna regret it somehow...I just didn't think it
would be this soon!"

With a gentle stroke on his cheek, and the press of her index finger
on his lips, Dorothy smiled and said, "All right, then...follow me,
lover."

"Oh, but, Dor..." Mike whispered, "when I get my pink slip you do
realize you're going to have to work two jobs to support me for
awhile, right?"

"Deal," she laughed.

Mike finally lowered Dorothy to the floor, bending his knees as he
did. He slowly slipped his shrinking member out of her. They kissed
briefly, and then hand in hand they slowly crossed the darkened room
until they were in the area where Dorothy had seen the connecting
door. Sliding her hand noiselessly along the wall, she finally came in
contact with the doorknob. She turned and looked up at her shadowy
Mike, and the gleam in her eyes was visible even in the near total
darkness. Mike just knew that either the doorknob itself or the door's
hinges were going to creak or squeal loudly and the jig would be up.
He braced himself for the ensuing pandemonium and embarrassment...or a
black eye...or all of the above.

Miraculously, the doorknob turned silently, and neither the knob nor
the hinges made a sound as Dorothy opened the door very slowly,
allowing in the light from the adjoining room. Mike almost shrieked
like a frightened child when he saw the two lovers. It was none other
than his boss..and his lovely wife. He then knew that this just had to
end badly, and the room began to tilt and rock beneath his feet. He
was sure he was going to pass out...which, he thought, would be
merciful. Dorothy, eyes still ablaze, saw his wobbly state and turned
around and kissed him, whispering, "Would you just relax...they don't
see us. The way they're going at it, they wouldn't notice a gang of
nuclear terrorists right now."

After saying that, she wasted no time in watching the lustful couple.
Mike's boss, Mr. Bastion, was standing totally naked at the foot of a
large, silk-covered bed. On her knees before him, also naked, was Mrs.
Bastion, her head bobbing forward and back at her husband's groin.

Mike couldn't believe he was watching his boss being hummed by his
wife. But, while being shocked at his own voyeurism, he was
nonetheless aroused by the scene being played out just a few feet
away. He and Dorothy stood there...mesmerized by what they saw.

As Mrs. Bastion's head pistoned forward and back between her husband's
hips, both Mike and Dorothy couldn't help but notice that the Bastions
were an attractive couple. Though easily in their mid fifties, their
bodies were firm and trim, and their sexual appetites were obviously
very healthy.

While they watched the older couple in the throes of lust, MIke could
hear Dorothy's breathing getting rapid and shallow. He looked down at
her, seeing again the glint in her eyes, and also saw her begin to
lick her luscious lips. As she watched, Dorothy's hand slowly crept
down to Mike's groin, where it grabbed the muscle which had begun to
grow again despite his misgivings. They watched together as
Mrs.Bastion pleased her man, his face contorted in pure ecstasy.

Dorothy's hand on Mike's burgeoning member began to stroke in rhythm
to Mrs.Bastion's moving head. And Mike was swooning again, but for a
different reason now. He pulled Dorothy in front of him and her hand
released his penis, which stayed quite firm nonetheless.

With the two of them watching the Bastions together, Mike pressed
himself up against Dorothy's back, rubbing his erect muscle along and
beneath her warm buttocks. He realized with a grin that although his
penis was out of his pants, and Dorothy had no panties on, both he and
Dorothy were still mostly dressed, and that just would not do. With
her attention still on the lusting older couple, Dorothy barely
noticed Mike removing her blouse from behind, but she did respond
nicely to his caressing and exploring hands.

Reaching down, he slipped off Dorothy's skirt, which hardly registered
in her mind at all, even when she had to step out of it. He kicked it
away into the darkness. Then, intermittently kissing and caressing her
soft, naked body, he worked his way out of his own clothing...every
last stitch. He then stood behind Dorothy again - both of them now as
naked as the Bastions - and allowed his hands, lips and throbbing tool
to caress and explore every available inch of Dorothy's hypnotized
body.

He kissed his way down her body from neck to back to buttocks...and
then focussed on that bottom, squeezing and kissing it. While on his
knees behind her, one of his hands slipped between her legs and found
it very warm and damp. Kissing her lush bottom and playing in her
increasingly wet bush, Mike could feel her desire burning inside her.
He reached up and placed his hands on her hips, gently pulling her
down to her knees. She slowly took a kneeling position in front of
him, eyes still focused on the Bastions.

As Dorothy watched, her breath getting quicker and quicker, shorter
and shorter, Mike squeezed and stroked her breasts from behind, his
fingertips circling her nipples and lightly pinching them. His lips
and tongue caressed her neck and shoulders, and his passion
occasionally led him to lightly nibble or bite them. He sucked on her
earlobes and licked behind her ears. She was gently sighing now.

One hand continued to fondle her erect nipples while the other slid
down between her legs and made itself comfortable there. After a few
minutes, Dorothy was quite ready for Mike's next play. Reaching his
hands under her bottom, he lifted her slightly, just enough to get his
once again engorged penis between her legs and up into her. Still she
watched the Bastions, allowing Mike to do whatever he pleased.

A slow, gradual push of his hips and he was inside her, his hands both
returning to her full breasts and their pleading nipples. She gasped
and moaned at his entrance into her. In a mild panic, Mike, fearing
her moans might become too loud, put one hand over her mouth. She
couldn't help but laugh at this, but she did so very quietly. She
removed his hand and turned her head to kiss him, for the first time
seeming to be free of the Bastions's lovemaking spell. She was so
turned on by it all that she actually bit his lip when she kissed him,
and then bit him a second time, chewing on his lower lip as she
showered him with hot kisses.

"Oh, Mike...didn't I say this would be great?" she whispered.

"Yes, you did, Dor...right again." he sighed, stroking her face and
returning her kisses.

They both turned back to the action in the next room, and as Dorothy
licked her burning lips, Mike pushed himself in and out of her for the
second time that night, and their rhythm again seemed to match
Mrs.Bastion's bobbing head.

As the Bastions basked in sexual pleasure, so did Mike and Dorothy.
Each bob of Mrs. Bastion's head was met with a thrust from Mr.
Bastion's hips...and each plunge of Mike's ramming penis was countered
by Dorothy's dripping sex. Heads bobbed and hips thrust
tirelessly...all of it seemingly in time to some unheard musical beat.
And the only question seemed to be...who would come first...?