The Office Birthday Party Several years ago, there was a group of about a dozen of us bank co-workers that would hang together and participate in as many social functions as possible in an attempt to keep us as stress-free as possible.
One afternoon, the word was passed that we would be getting together at one of the local establishments that we would frequent to celebrate Linda's birthday. Linda, whom also worked at the bank, was the wife of one of my co-workers.
She was a very attractive, long dark-haired girl with a sexy solid build that had caught my eye from the first time we met. When we arrived at the bar, we all spread out at a large rectangular table with me at one head end, and Linda's husband, Mel, at the opposite head end of the table. As my luck would soon demonstrate, Linda took a seat next to me, to my immediate right.
After about an hour or so, and a few drinks and exchange of horror stories from the days activities at the bank, I suddenly felt a bare foot at my crotch. The foot was doing a good job of massaging my length and balls, and bringing my eight-inch tool to life. A few seconds of analysis told me that the foot that was working me over belonged to Linda. Feeling somewhat embarrassed and confused, being worked on under the table by the wife of one of my co-workers, who was himself, seated only about six feet away, I realized I had basically two choices: Letting the under the table games to continue, and risk shooting my wad into my pants and hoping nobody would notice if and when I got up, or just letting the situation work itself out and go with the flow.
Thinking with the head that has no known brain, I began to relax and enjoy the situation and see what would transpire. Linda motioned for me to lean over so she could tell me something, which I anxiously anticipated, only to have her begin whispering in my ear asking me if I wanted to play, suck, screw, etc. which only helped take my eight inch tool from purple vein to diamond cutter status in a matter of seconds. At this point, , I began to worry that Mel would notice what was going on and seek to help me deflate my hardened tool in record time. But to my delight, Mel was busy jabbering away with others and didn't seem to pay much attention to our end of the table. Getting adventurous myself, I reached under the table into Linda's moist crotch and began to run my fingers up and down her prominent soft edges. She leaned over and whispered in my ear not to touch her there, so I accommodated her request and began to massage her calf and thigh under the table. After about 5 minutes of give and take under the table with Linda, someone suggested that it was time to move on to our next favorite watering warmth. Everyone jumped up and began to disperse while I made up an excuse that I needed a couple of minutes to finish my drink, when in actuality I needed some deflation time so the bulge in my pants would be a little less prominent.
Linda gave me a little wink as she got up to leave and told me that she'd save me a seat at the next destination, where the same thing went on between us. I never did take Linda up on her offers, I just thought it would be a little inappropriate to be playing my co-worker's wife, but Linda and I had several other harmless under-the-table experiences in the ensuing months that were fun without harming anyone. But I still think what it would have been like to actually have gotten a real taste of Linda. |
