The first sign of frost on my window always brings a tingle to my secret girl place. There’s no other time of year quite like Christmas. To slither into the dresses that usually hang neglected in back of my closet, and slip into lavish corporate Christmas parties at the swankier hotels in town. One quick glance at the lobby marquee draws a treasure map for the clever girl to where she can mix and mingle with delectable finger foods, plentiful liquor and horny executives.

Tonight I was offered a plentiful buffet of three companies in which to choose. Using my gold-digger equivalent of Spidey-Sense, I made my decision and walked toward the elevators. The click of my Jimmy Choos, that mama couldn’t afford but bought anyway, echoed satisfyingly across the deserted lobby. I’ll know it’s been a successful night if the ache of my pussy surpasses that of my arches from the four inch heals.

I chose a virginal antique white dress with a royal blue sash, strapless and low cut back; I looked liked an early Christmas present waiting to be unwrapped. The white of my dress stood out in a sea of black and red, drawing attention as I strolled my way around and through the clustered groups of party-goers.

I had my eye on a collection of men gathered near the bar sporting tailored suits, designer Italian shoes, and expensive watches. Most importantly, there wasn’t a woman among them.

The closer I got to their group, the less I looked over at them, turning my attention to the dance floor. It just wouldn’t do to come in looking like a predator in this particular venue; it’s more advantageous to appear the prey.

I felt a presence behind me. Turning, I took a step closer to him and pretended to be startled by his nearness. I reached out and clung to his bicep for support. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” I stammered. “Apparently I’ve already had too much to drink.” As I released his arm, I made sure my fingers trailed down the length of his sleeve.

“Perhaps you just need some fresh air,” he suggested. With his hand on my bare back, he led me out the door into a small alcove sitting area. He pressed his body against mine, pushing me back against the wall, his mouth assaulting mine. His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts before sliding down my torso to my hips. He then pulled me closer as he pressed his bulging erection against me.

I slipped my hands between us to free his cock. Wrapping my hand around him, I gently pumped up and down the length of his shaft as he moaned into my mouth. I slid my right leg up and around his hip, opening myself, pushing aside the V of my panties and guiding his cock inside my already wet pussy. I bit into his shoulder to keep from crying out each time he thrust deeper inside me, feeling him stretching and filling me.

I came first, shuddering around him, as he continued to pump his cock harder. With a final thrust, I felt his legs quiver as he came inside me. He continued to hold me against the wall until our ragged breathing returned to normal.

As he walked me back into the party, he finally got around to asking me my name, and to dinner the following night.