Your company holds the annual Company Christmas Party at the hotel where I am an intern. The company has flown selected staff in from all over the country. You are one of the guests staying with us for the weekend. The party is on a Saturday night where the hotel will have many functions going on at the same time. The Manager cannot have eyes everywhere that I night. She asks me to dress classy and sexy. She wants me to keep an eye on things at your party. She pats my ass and says, “Use your best assets, Isabelle.”
I wear my most glamorous dress, a sparkly, rose gold gown, very low cut. I arrive early and coordinate the last-minute details with the head chef, kitchen staff, and the event planner. The party starts with cocktails in the lounge before dinner. I am a little self-conscious because I am ridiculously overdressed for the lounge area, but I want to make sure that the special appetizers arrive on the table along with the beer and wine. Our hotel is known for perfection. Behind the scenes, it is a mad house, but the guests find everything perfect.
You see me standing near the window watching with a careful eye. Your buddies are still at the pool, but you got hungry. You are very casually dressed in shorts and polo shirt. You are one of those rare men. You look just as sexy in a suit as a pair of jeans. You are starving. You grab some food and look at the cocktail selection which is not to your liking. My well-trained eye notices your look of disappointment. Quietly I approach you, whisper in your ear, “I bet you would prefer a scotch, single malt?”
You turn around, “Yes, can you do that for me?”
I answer with a smile and take you by the hand. I walk you into the bar that is not open yet. I pour you our best scotch. I watch you take that first sip. Drawn to you, like a moth to a flame, as soon as the glass leaves your lips, I kiss you. Softly, I say, “Smooth.” You’re not sure if I am referring to the scotch or to the kiss, but you don’t care. You are as turned on as I am. You grab me and pull me into you. I moan into your wet open mouth kisses. I regret that I must return to the lounge area for your company cocktail hour, but I let you know that I will be around all night. You give me a key to your room and tell me to come up to your room at the end of my evening, no matter how late. I give you another long kiss as I take the room key from you.
It is going to be a night that neither of us will ever forget.
Isabelle
n on a man. It certainly does make a girl’s mind wander. We have never talked much but ah, those lips. I invite him over for an Irish Coffee and to see where that goes. I am super fussy about my shiny hardwood floors so I insist he takes of his shoes. I notice something that looks like the foot part of purple tights. Very interesting.
