Erotic Literature With ANNIE
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Wear miniskirt make the sensation feel as good if not better than bare skin. Slowly you work your way up between my legs, every stroke building the heat radiating from me. My cheeks begin to blush, trying to keep up with the conversation surrounding.

You look over at me with devilish glance, knowing I am at your mercy at this point and grip me by the thigh. Leaning in you whisper to me: “Can you be a good girl and keep quiet or do we need to go to my office?”

The scenarios swirl around in my head. How far am I wanting to take this? Would I need to keep doing it? I am legitimately turn on but I still can’t actually look at you and maintain. Am I too drunk to make this decision? What to do. Finally, I let out a mute: “I don’t even know” trying not to let on that I am squirming inside. You give me another sly smile before responding: “Just keep quiet while I finish my drink and then meet me in my office when you see me slip out”.

“Ok” I respond, I don’t have time to think before the grasp on my thigh move up and slowly between my legs. If the sensation on my leg is amazing this is absolutely heavenly. It is as if every stroke is intensify by the pressure of the tights against me. You can tell too; you watch as my squirming intensify and with every squirm your fingertip meet about my clit and rub slowly but with matching intensity.

I look to you for mercy but is meet with nothing but another smile before you look away to join another conversation. You really are going to just look away and rub me until I come in front of the whole staff. I bite my lip, try desperately to nod along with the nearest conversation but it is all I can do to not audibly moan out. I look shamefully away from you, feeling my cheeks blush even more. I let out a tiny whimper as I feel a gush of fluid fill my panties and my legs tremble.

Finally, you look back over at me smiling, evidently quite please with yourself for turning the tables. With no sense of shame at all, you pick up you napkin and wipe at your lips to dab the last sip of your drink, but not before smelling your fingers just a bit. “Don’t forget to meet me in my office. We can’t let you have all the fun now, can we?” you say.

“As if you don’t have any fun with that” I whisper to myself, still looking down in shame.

Arriving at the party, It looks exactly as expect. The office is decorate with some lame lights that has been obviously taken out from last year and barely detangled, a Christmas tree stand in the corner half decorate while the other half sit bare against the wall. 

I am trying to put you out of my mind, to not picture the day I would walked in on the copying room, but it is proving difficult. I have another target tonight. 

I think a flirty miniskirt would be just right for seducing. Then, you would have to choose what and when you want to see. I want to wear something that leave you wanting a little more. “I think I am doing well” I smirk to myself.

You fumble a bit with your drink and drop your napkin at the shock of the innocent little, so I openly flirting with you. I bend to pick up your napkin, letting my shirt fall off my shoulder so you have a full cleavage shot as I pause halfway back up to give you a devilish look.

“Here” I say wrapping it back around your cocktail.  “Gift exchange and dinner in 5!” you cut in loudly. “Shall we go get our seats?” I ask, “you can sit by me. Keep your hand warm on my thigh if you like.” I wink and turn as I watch your jaw drop open.

I choose a seat next to the assume head of the table but on the more shadowed side, tucked at the back of the table. “Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!” you come in loudly spreading cheer to everyone. “How do you look good even stuffed with pillows?” I think to myself.

Finally, it is time for the gift exchange where eyes would be off  of us. I am not used to being the seducing slut in the office and the pressure is beginning to get to me. I am who manage to flash my peppermint strip panties to you I make sure to brush the bottom of my skirt against you as I make my way. 

I eagerly choose to sit in santa`s lap. Realizing the dinners wine is stronger than I think, I have to fight to not flirt with you. You don’t make it easy with a quick hand placement on my thigh. I pretend not to notice as you fumble for my gift in the sac. “So, what is it you want for Christmas?” you ask, trying to buy more time. Perhaps it is the wine and cocktail or how good you smell or how comfy I am sitting in your lap but I whisper in your ear, “You!” before meeting your eyes for just a second as you hand over my gift. Your eyes grow wider as you try to hide your shock. I pretend not to notice and proceed to open my gift. A bath set, of course. Nobody in the office really know me. But that will change tonight one way or another

I get up suddenly to ensure santa`s hand is still on my thigh so it is graze against it as I rose. I fix my skirt, making sure to give you a good view and make me way back to my seat.