Holly was quite a party animal: she loved all the festivities of Christmas; the decorations, the tinsel, and of course the parties. So she was particularly pleased to learn that her new workplace held a big Christmas party.
She dressed for it with more than the usual attention, having noticed a rather attractive man who ran the mailroom, and hoping he might be at the party. He had caught her attention very soon after her arrival at the Tow Truck Company,(A Good Pull) when he had appeared at her desk with a massive package. His smile had also impressed her.
To her delight her greeted her only moments after she arrived. She was just removing her coat when a voice behind her said “Can I help you get it off?” and he gallantly slid the coat off her bare shoulders and hung it up,- after a long moment in which his eyes fell on her nibblicious cleavage. That was embarrassing, and caused a slight scuffle as he retrieved them. By way of compensating for that awkward incident, he made a point of hanging her coat up carefully. Very carefully. Holly could see how well hung it was.
The man leaned close and whispered in her ear “would you like a cocktail?”
Holly blushed. “Go on then…tell me one”
“No I meant to drink” he answered “This is a cocktail party”
“Oh gosh!” Holly was not sure how to respond, being inexperienced with such matters. “What is there?”
“You can have a Black Russian, or a B52, or… a Sloe Comfortable Screw….”
After a pause to collect her thoughts, which she had left in her coat pocket, Holly decided on a Black Russian. The mail room man, who introduced himself as Hugh, put an arm gently behind her to guide her to the cocktail table.
It was not quite the fancy mixology bar she might have hoped for, and the slight disappointment must have shown on her face, for Hugh smiled and said “We haven’t all the facilities as you can see, but we find we can do it on the table as well as anywhere else”
And who, thought Holly to herself, could say no to a Sloe Comfortable Screw even if it was only on a table?
Hugh, with a few deft moves, mixed her a Black Russian, and as he held it out to her, added, “I can show you a little trick with it…”
Holly’s eyes widened in anticipation. Hugh reached for a small bottle of Guinness at the back of the table. He tapped his nose conspiratorially and said, as he flicked off the top with a handy opener “I put this bottle here. It’s my secret” and then poured a little into the Black Russian, which instantly rose up in the glass with a layer of creamy bubbles.
“That’s the way to give a Black Russian a good head” he whispered. “Don’t ask me how I know…”
Holly took the glass and sipped a little primly and cautiously. Hugh watched her face for a reaction. He watched her soft, full red lips enfolding the edge of the glass, and the head slipping into her mouth. He began to sense a package which he needed to deliver.
After a few more sips Holly lowered the glass and licked her lips, which only made the delivery more urgent.
“Ooh look!” she exclaimed, “nibbles”
Hugh, mishearing her, glanced down at the front of her dress, but seeing nothing more revealing than before, realised his mistake.
He followed her gaze and saw another, smaller table, laden with goodies.
“I’m famished!” Holly exclaimed, making for the table. She picked up a breadstick which she gestured with as she spoke
“Do you know everyone here? I haven’t been here long so I hardly know anyone”
Hugh smiled, the sort of smile which causes crinklage at the edges of the eyes and a widening of the mouth. It was traditional, but it suited him.
“I know pretty much everyone. Goes with the job, you know. I get into every office…” his smile widened further (as far as it could without being weird) as he added quietly “and a LOT of orifices too”
Holly did not hear the latter comment. She was watching a group of people getting rather loud and silly near the cocktail table
“Will the managing director be here. I’ve never met him?”
“Of course” answered Hugh
“I was just wondering whether it’s a good idea to get drunk if the MD is around”
“Relax. He’s in the middle of that group”
“Oh!” exclaimed Holly, and in the moment of surprise reached for a cheesey football with her free hand whilst still holding a breadstick. The excess of nibbliness available to her at that moment caused some difficulties and the cheesey football fell down into the front of her dress.
“Goal!” whispered Hugh, spotting the incident. “Shall I help you with that?”
Holly looked up in surprise, and her eyes met his. They introduced themselves and in a few moments it was as if they were old friends. Whilst they were finding out just what they had in common, Holly was blushing, but at the same time (she was a woman, and therefore could multitask) thinking that there would never be a better time to familiarise herself with this man who was SO mail.
Hugh, guiding her gently away from the crowd, gently reached down into the warm, soft nook of her volumpty cleavage, which was pulsing with her heartbeat and heaving with her breaths, and deftly removed the cheesey football which had so quickly made itself at home there. Well, who could blame it? He slipped the cheesey football into his mouth, savouring it far more than usual.
Holly giggled; “There’s still crumbs!” she exclaimed. Hugh glanced around the room, and then drew her to the door (he had a pencil handy)
“I’ll need to be more thorough, so we’d better go somewhere quieter”
Holly, her breath heaving even more now, and taking her breasts with it, nodded eagerly and they slipped away from the party.
They found somewhere quieter: At least it was quieter to start with, but after a few minutes of crumb-retrieval Holly became a bit gaspy. Hugh was as thorough as he had claimed: he did indeed have Access All Areas as he had hinted, and it showed. Holly liked surprise parcels and unwrapped his with enthusiasm, and found it stood up to all her expectations.
Hugh, the mail/male man with the massive package was making the delivery of his life, and Holly enjoyed a slow comfortable screw without spilling a drop.
It was Christmas, after all, and Holly loves a big yule log to stoke her fire.
