New Year's Eve Party - Sex Stories

New Year's Eve Party

... felt sparks of electricity shoot though her. “What would you like to drink, Mitzi?” “Um, what do they have?” “Good question, shall we find out together?” “Sure.” Sam escorted Mitzi to the bar where she ordered a Zombie and Sam ordered a Long Island Iced Tea. The party carried on around them. “So, is this your first time at this party?” asked Sam, sipping his drink. “Yeah,” said Mitzi, debating if she should tell him how she got the invitation. “How did you land such an exclusive invitation?” “I bought Mrs. Patterson a coffee when I thought she lost her wallet.” “Oh, that’s you? I heard all about that. I even read a great story online about it.” “Yeah, my roommate Courtney wrote that story. She’s here as well. Mrs. Patterson gave her permission to write about the party.” “Wow! I’m surprised.” “Why?” “Um… let’s just say I know for a fact how private our host and hostess are.” Mitzi tilted her head to one side. “What aren’t you telling me?” Sam leaned down and whispered in her ear, “They’re my parents.” Mitzi blushed and choked on her drink. The sexiest man at the party is the son of the man who owns the company she worked for. “Oh… um… I had… um… no idea.” “Please don’t judge me by them,” he said, taking a drink. “I really had no idea who you were when I walked up. I only came over because I saw a beautiful woman standing alone and I wanted to get to know you. Are you afraid something bad might happen? Like you might lose your job?” Mitzi’s cheeks burned as she bit her ...

... lower lip and sipped her drink. “Yeah,” she said softly. “Well don’t. I don’t work for Dad’s company for a reason. By the way, what do you do?” “I’m a data entry clerk.” “Really? You seem too smart for such mind-numbing work.” Mitzi smiled. “Thanks. It started off as an entry level position, but thanks to the recession, it kinda became permanent. Trust me, too many of my friends were struggling with finding work after being laid off so having a job, no matter how ‘mind-numbing’ is better than unemployment.” “Well, I guess you have a point.” When they finished their drinks, Sam asked, “Would you like to dance with me?” “Sure.” Sam led Mitzi onto the dance floor and held her close as they moved to the beat of the music. Mitzi’s petite and curvy frame pressed against his strong body. Donna’s words about sharing a room with anyone she wanted danced through her head for a brief moment. She thought about sharing a room, and a bed, with Sam. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed the company of a man, especially one as sexy as Sam. Mitzi saw Courtney talking with a group of guests being a social butterfly. Mitzi was glad Courtney had not let her back out, especially now that she was dancing with Sam. The scent of his cologne stirred her desire and created a minor dampness in her panties. Midnight was still an hour away, but she was aching to kiss Sam, and so much more. Sam was enjoying the view of Mitzi’s cleavage that he would sneak a peek at. He knew that the jewelry she was ...