The Naughty 2010 Diaries - December pt 2 (of 3) *ADULT CONTENT*

Christmas Time = Party Time!

So I left you at the point after my first of 3 Christmas parties in 2010. I know, that’s a year ago now, it has literally taken me that long to finish writing this blog

S my next Christmas Party was J’s work party on Wednesday 15th (Dec ’10) which was a very low-key affair in comparison, mainly because I wasn’t playing the role of Candy the Masseuse, the hired out slut for the night! Lol.

I wore the customary very short little black dress, along with black seamed stockings, and red lingerie and red high heels. J is quite particular about how I act at work functions of his, smart and sexy, teasing but demure, it’s okay to show a little too much, but I always must come across as classy and elegant, not like a cheap floozy – that’s saved for our private time! Lol

No fooling around with any of his work colleagues either, I’m strictly a one-man woman in front of the watching eyes of his work colleagues. A few of them do try to take a few liberties, as you’d expect at drunken office Christmas parties, and where I’m usually allowed, and encouraged, to not move the hand off my ass, and not to shy away from an approach for a kiss or a sneaky grope of my tits, on this occasion I was under a much stricter instruction to not let anybody get too frisky with me. They could look with their eyes, but not with their hands. So I was moving hands up that strayed too low, turning away from anybody who leant in to get a little overly amorous etc. But I was allowed to “accidentally” flash a little too much if I made sure it was subtle and that it always appeared to be accidental. J likes to observe what happens and what people’s reactions are.

So beyond that, the highlight of the actual evening was the fact that J wanted a live replay of what happened at the previous Christmas Party, so he got the under table blow-job that Dave got just 5 nights earlier. I must admit, the tables were a little tighter to fit under at this venue, but I managed it with only a slight concussion from hitting my head on the table. J made me hold his cum inside my mouth for a good 5 minutes afterwards though, as we moved and sat at another table to chat to a couple of people. Well, he chatted, I smiled a closed-mouth smile and nodded along before I was asked a direct question. I managed to get out a muffled “erm” and looked at J almost pleadingly, who mercifully squeezed my thigh, which was the signal that I could swallow. I swallowed in one big gulp, covering it by lifting my glass of wine to my mouth as I did so, and taking a sip just afterwards. And then I calmly answered the question.

When the evening was over, we left the party venue and as we got outside into the ice cold weather conditions, we were contemplating whether to walk the 10 minute walk to the hotel we were booked in to stay at, or whether to go to the taxi rank on the next street over. We decided to go for the lazy option and jump in a taxi so we began to walk around the corner. I was very tipsy to say the least and in that condition I’m very easily persuadable into doing pretty much anything. And J convinced me it was a great idea to give him a little outdoor strip tease in a little car park we passed on our walk. It was an outdoor car park but had the entrance barrier down and locked as it obviously was only used and manned during the weekday daytime, probably for city centre office workers to park, but it only had a 2ft metal bollard/barrier around it, so you could cut through it if you were walking to get off the main street and onto the back street on the other side. I actually cut through it for just that reason every time I go to the college I attend several weekends of the year as my college is down one of those back streets!

It was out of our way but we started cutting through anyway. It was quiet with only moderate lighting and as we got further away from the busier main street and further into the privacy of the partial darkness and closer to the small porta-cabin type of building that would provide a bit of cover – I was a few feet in front of J at this point and he was already carrying my small handbag – I took my jacket off and threw it back toward him. Next I hiked my dress up around my waist, and teased him with a wiggle of my ass in just my scarlet red thong, framed by the taut, high, stocking tops of my black seamed stockings. I slid my thong down my legs as we continued to walk, slipping them off and twirling them around my finger before I threw them back at J. We continued walking the last 10-15 metres of the car park, me still with my dress hiked up around my waist, before we reached some decent cover by the car park’s porta-cabin building and a couple of light weight trees right by a practically deserted back street that housed a row of office buildings. I pulled my dress back down with a sexy wiggle as I then got J to unzip it all the way down and I sexily slid it off and stepped out of it and handed it to J, who now was building up a collection of my clothes draped over his arm as I stood there minus my jacket, dress, and panties. Only my bra to lose now as I unhooked it and let it slide down my arms as I used my one arm to cover my boobs from his view. I held my red bra in the air with one hand as I kept my chest covered with the other hand, before moving that arm as well and threw that one in the air. I was stepped forward to J, draped my bra over his shoulder, stepped back, did a slow and sexy twirl and then stood there with my hands seductively on my hips awaiting him to tell me what he wanted me to do now.

It was then I realised just how friggin’ cold it was, as the ice cold air hit my naked body, standing there in nothing but black seamed stockings, black suspender belt, and red 5” heels.

It felt like I was stood there for minutes, but it was actually 3 or 4 seconds max, before J pulled me to him and gave me a lingering kiss as he draped my jacket back around me. I got my jacket back on – it was a bit shorter than my dress was so it just about covered my ass but left significant stocking top and a touch of bare thigh on display. I didn’t do it up, I just held it shut. J gave me back the rest of my clothes and I immediately went to hide them under my coat, but he stopped me and made me carry them all in one hand as I held my jacket shut with the other hand. He made sure my bright red bra and thong were on the outside and “on display” as we walked back around to the taxi rank. We passed a few people, I don’t know if they were paying attention to exactly what they saw, or what thoughts were going through their minds as they saw a clearly underdressed girl, stockings showing as she was wrapped in a jacket, and clearly holding a little black dress and red bra and panties in her hand.

I felt so slutty and naughty and so turned on.

We managed to jump in a taxi, the driver must have got a decent eye-ful as I lost grip on my jacket as I got in... okay, you know me too well, I let go of my jacket for a moment! ;-p. And we arrived at our hotel moments later and I felt like I was doing a slutty walk of shame up to our room as a few fleeting staff members and other guests heading to their rooms gave us glances that turned into full-blown stares!

The third and final post of this December 2010 Christmas Parties story will be posted very shortly...