As Christmas grows closer the sexual tension between the two of us only rises. Every day I’ll coax you on a little bit, but then stop myself and return to business. I can see in your eyes how badly you would like to start round 1. What can I say, I’m a tease. Of course I knew what I was doing, knew what it was causing, but where was the fun in just letting you have your way? About three days before Christmas eve I leave an invitation on your desk. Later on in the day you find the invitation, accepting the invite to my Christmas party.

“Jerry,” I lean over and whisper in your ear late that same day, while you are working at your desk, “meet me in my office.” You catch a glimpse of that familiar twinkle in my eye and follow me to my office locking the door behind you. “Yes?” You simply smile. “You are coming to my party right? I’d hate to be alone after the party.” I purr seductively in your ear, my hands lingering on your chest and then your abdomen and stopping at your upper thighs. Obviously excited-considering the growing bulge in your pants- you just nod. But I wouldn’t give up that quickly. I continued to rub my hands up and down your thighs, later on moving to your bulge and massaging your hardening cock. My tongue slips out of my mouth and glides across my lips before I kiss you gently, pulling away before you can kiss me back. “The party starts at 8.” I say as I turn on my heels and sit at my desk, playfully shooing you away.