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...?

Less than twenty feet apart, four heated human beings were sweating and thrusting, groins and mouth busily carrying out delicious acts of pleasure. Mr. Bastion was just moments away from orgasm, and his attractive wife had one hand squeezing his ass as he thrust his hips at her, and her other hand was cupping and gently squeezing his primed testicles. Her mouth was taking every inch of his formidable manhood with apparent ease, not even needing her hands to help, leaving them free to engage in those other pursuits.