A Late Night To Remember - Sex Stories

A Late Night To Remember

Ugh, it’s after five on a Friday and, of course, I’m still at work. I swear I had the day all planned out so I would get all my work done, still have time to decorate for tomorrow’s holiday party, be out the door by five. It’s not like I have plans tonight, but I wanted to start my personal party prep tonight, so I wouldn’t be rushing tomorrow.

Even though it’s a little out of my job description, I’m happy I volunteered to spearhead the holiday party. It’s going to be amazing…if the new building manager, Dion, stops being a dick so I can get these decorations done. Every other minute, this man is bothering me about some new safety regulation and honestly, I think he’s making some of these rules up just to piss me off.

At 5’2” I’m pretty short, but that’s ok because I still have curves in all the right places…if you know what I mean. The petite size makes me cute and all, but trying to hang these Christmas decorations is hard. I decided to stand on the table that’s along the wall instead of waiting on Dion to help me.

“You know, you could’ve just asked me for help…or a ladder.”

“OH! You scared me!” I yelled at Dion. I didn’t realize I had the music so loud that I couldn’t hear anyone come in the room. He’s slowly looking up at me, finally meeting my eyes. It was unnerving, so I turned back around to continue hanging the tinsel. Even with my back turned, I could still feel his eyes, and they’re staring right at my ass.“Ugh I knew I shouldn’t have worn a skirt ...

... today.” I quickly turn around, catching him in the act.

“Did you come to give me another ridiculous building rule or are you just planning to stand around and watch me? I said, accepting his hand as he helped me down off the table.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me, the rules are the rules and I’m not losing my job over a stupid Christmas party. Look, I just wanted to know how long you plan on being here. I gotta lock up and I don’t want to spend my Friday night here.”

His tone is really getting to me, and he doesn't even seem to care that I caught him staring at my ass, or maybe he doesn’t think he got caught. Huffing, I reply, “I’m trying to be walking out the door by eight on the dot.”

“Eight o'clock; sounds good. Meet you at the front.”

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I’ve worked up quite a sweat from trying to get everything done by eight so I’m wearing only my stockings, a flowy skirt, and a loose camisole that does little to hide the pattern of the black lace bra I have on. I’m done with almost everything, just need to put the empty boxes back in the storage room. I’m rushing back and forth because the hallways only have emergency lights on so late and it creeps me out. Heading back towards the event space, I was moving so fast that I ran dead smack into Dion.

“Whoaaa mama, slow down. You’re too sexy to be so stressed” he says looking at me, taking time to pause when he notices my bra peeking above the camisole.

“I’m not stressed; today's been really busy. And you haven’t helped acting ...