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It was a typical Wednesday morning and I was nestled in my cubicle at work practically buried under a stack of tax returns. The deadline for submitting the returns had only been last Friday, and so everyone at the office was still playing catch up. I was bored and trying to concentrate on auditing a particularly frustrating return when suddenly I heard a voice behind me. "Nikki, wake up over here!" It was my co-worker Lisa. She was in her 40s, but still looked young for her age. Her curly black hair framed her face as her blue eyes glowed with her smile. "What are you so excited about?" I muttered, feeling the normal stresses of work. "I'm having a party this weekend at my house. One of my cousins in Boston is bringing a bunch of eligible bachelors along," she explained with a half smile. "What do you mean by "eligble bachelors"?" I asked, using finger quotes.

"You know, successful, tall, dark and handsome. They're all friends of his. Most of them work at investment firms or some kind of financial institution," Lisa continued.

"Don't you get enough number crunching here at work?" I joked, half seriously. I really wasn't enjoying the prospect of hanging out with a bunch of boring, stuffy people. I had images in my head of a room full of overweight, balding, grotesque looking men who were full of themselves. I cringed slightly and shook the idea out of my head.

"Very funny. Don't make me yank out all that pretty brown hair of yours," she threatened with a laugh. I couldn't help noticing her large breasts as they bounced. This wasn't the first time I had checked them out.

A little distracted I blurted out, "You wouldn't dare."

"I know. So are you coming or not?!" She demanded to know. Sensing my hesitation, she quickly added, "I'll buy some Killian's just for you and if things get too bad you can drink till one of 'em looks cute!"

Considering I was only 19, I was amused by the prospect of someone old enough to be my mother so readily offering me alcohol. I was fairly well-liked at work, however, and didn't want to spoil it by rejecting her offer. Besides, maybe I'd finally get to hook-up with one of the cute women I worked with if they got drunk enough. After thinking all of this over, I finally agreed to go.

By the end of the day, 8 of the 10 women in the office, including myself had agreed to go to Lisa's party. I was a little bit shocked by this fact, since two of them were married, and the rest were in semi-serious relationships. However, I was aware from several women's loud whispers that at least two of them were having some problems with their spouses.

The rest of the week, the office was buzzing about Lisa's party. Several women, including married ones like our boss Nancy, were pressing Lisa for pictures of any of the men attending. The only one she had was of her cousin. He had dark hair, dark brown eyes, a decent tan and fairly defined arms. He was somewhat attractive, but his expensive suit and tie made him look like he just stepped off of Wall Street. Boring, I thought to myself.

I was grateful when Friday finally came, after hearing all the women's excitement ad nauseam and watching them drool over Lisa's cousin Scott for three days.

I had picked out a tight, short brown skirt that agreed with my complexion, and tied it together with a cream-colored spaghetti strap tank top and brown heels. Lisa had taken the day off work to prepare and we were all supposed to attend when the work day ended at 5:00. Her house was about 45 minutes away and so we agreed to carpool.

I ended up riding with Cathy and Sandy, two attractive blondes with gorgeous figures, in their mid-thirties. This was exciting to me as I'd lusted after the two of them since I started the job two years ago. Their flirtations hadn't helped a bit.

By the time we arrived at Lisa's property – she owned a farm and had several acres of land, including a lake – I was so aroused I didn't think it would be difficult at all to find a man, or woman, for the night. The party was full of people, loud music, beer and conversation, and I realized Lisa had invited a few people from outside of work. The women were decent looking, but nothing as eye-catching as Cathy or Sandy.

Our work group walked over to the lawn and Lisa greeted all of us. She smelled of beer and was slightly red-faced. Clearly she'd had a few drinks. She was bubbly and in a good mood. Our group broke up to mingle with the strangers, something I'd never had difficulty doing.

As I scanned the room, it was quite as I had expected. There were more than a few unattractive men, at least by my standards. I decided it was going to be a long night as I grabbed a beer from one of the coolers.

I took several sips of my beer as a man approached me. He was 5'10" at most, with brownish-gray hair and an obvious beer-belly.

"Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?" He flashed a toothy grin as he approached me. His breath reeked of beer and I could tell he was more than a little gone.

I wasn't in the mood, feeling disappointed by my decision to come in the first place. "Don't you have anything more original than that?" I asked coldly.

"Well, there's always the, "Hi, my name is Doug," he laughed and took a swig of beer.

"I'm Nikki," I said trying to be polite. Doug started talking about himself and life as a broker. I was very disinterested and was looking over his shoulder as I drank my beer slightly faster. There was a man that caught my eye. He had short brownish hair and intense blue eyes. He had been watching our conversation intently for the last five minutes and I prayed he could tell I was a damsel in distress.

Doug was still rambling when I said, "I think I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." I started to walk away when Doug grabbed my ass.

"Hold on Lil' Darlin', don't I at least get a kiss?" his voice was thick with alcohol. He was disgusting as he puckered up his lips awaiting a kiss, then smashed his face into mine. I tried to push him away, but even drunk he was too strong.

"Stop it!" I yelled, struggling to get away from him. I was afraid he was going to continue attacking me in plain sight, and no one would help me. Just when I was starting to accept my miserable fate, I saw the mystery man walking in our direction.

I noted he was about 6 feet tall, and of average weight. He looked to be 37 and in pretty good shape. He could take Doug for sure. The man stepped in between Doug and I, wrapped his arm around me and pulled me away.

"What the Hell do ya think yer doin', asshole?" Doug yelped, as he pulled his arm back to take a swing.

"The name's Andy, and I think you're old enough to know better," Andy said as he swung on Doug first.

Doug stumbled back and fell down. By this point, several of the partygoers were watching this spectacle. Doug started to stand back up and Randy was poised to swing. "Still haven't learned your lesson?" he taunted.

"Fuck you guys!" Doug shouted angrily as he threw his beer can in my direction. Beer splattered out all over my tank top, causing it to cling to me and reveal my nipples, erect in the cool night air.

Andy wrapped his arms around me and walked me into Lisa's house. Guests were milling about, and a couple was kissing on the couch, lost in each other. My soaked top was leaving little to the imagination and even though Andy had rescued me, I knew he was staring at my breasts as I walked.

We were both silent as he led me towards the bathroom. "Here, you go in and wash off and I'll stand out here and guard the door for you," Andy told me with a smile. I hadn't noticed before, but I heard his Boston accent now and found it sexy.

"Thank you, Andy. By the way I'm Nikki," I smiled meekly as I walked into the bathroom. I was still a bit shaken up. I took off my top, washed it out and rinsed myself off, drying with a tiny hand towel near the sink.

I knew I couldn't wear the tank top out soaking wet, and that I would have to take it to the drier. The beer had worn away my inhibitions a little and I wrung out the tank top and stepped out of the bathroom in a skirt and bra. Andy's eyes were wider and I noticed the stirring in his pants.

"I need to put this in Lisa's drier," I explained as he followed me down the hall to the laundry room. Most people were still outside and no one saw us slip into the tiny room. The door closed behind us and I tossed my top into the drier, putting the setting on low. "So... you know Lisa?" Andy asked an obvious question to make conversation. He seemed a little shy.

"Yeah, we work together," I answered. "How do you know her?"

"I'm friends with her cousin. The one Cathy, I think that's her name, has been attached to all night. I work at an investment firm," he smiled.

His smile was so cute I forgot my loathing for men in his profession. Besides, he didn't seem to fit the stereotype anyway.

"You're what, 37?" I asked as I hopped on top of the washing machine.

He hopped up next to me. "44," he answered. "But, thanks for the slack."

I smiled at him and ran a hand through his hair. He looked a little surprised and I pulled my hand back. "Sorry, I couldn't help it," I apologized.

"No, it's OK... you just caught me by surprise. I was thinking, 'She's a cute girl and she's touching me... there's something wrong here'," He laughed nervously. "How old are you anyway?"

"19, but don't worry, I like older men." I could tell he was intrigued by this remark, because his hard-on became more obvious as it pressed against his khaki pants.

I couldn't help but stare at it, and I'm sure he noticed. We sat there for a moment in silence, his blue eyes were piercing mine, and it felt like we were locked in an endless stare.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to kiss you," I warned him.

He did not break his stare as he placed a hand on the back of my neck underneath my hair. He pulled me close to him and our lips met, entangled together. His lips were soft and he was a sensual kisser. The kiss continued and began to get more passionate. I felt my nipples gradually hardening, longing to be sucked. As if he sensed this, his hand slipped down my back, allowing him to unfasten my bra.

As the bra fell down my shoulders and off of me, I let it fall to the floor, bearing my breasts to him. His hands caressed them gently as our kisses grew harder and more passionate. Andy pinched each of my nipples between his index fingers and thumbs. I had to break the kiss to let out a moan.

I kicked my high heels to the floor as I started to unbutton Andy's shirt. I felt his mouth slip downward to my breast, taking one of them completely in his mouth. His tongue was moving in circles around the nipple as he gently sucked and nibbled.

I took his shirt off as my hands caressed his chest. I heard his shoes hit the ground as he kicked them off, still sucking my breasts, alternating between the two of them. I loved the way he was pleasing me, and no man had paid so much attention to my breasts before. I couldn't take the sucking much longer. I could feel myself on the verge of cumming. He stepped down from the washer, as I unfastened his pants and pulled them down until they fell the rest of the way to the floor. I could see his cock bulging against his underwear and I wanted to feel it deep inside of me. I removed his underwear to reveal his hard, throbbing shaft. I was dripping wet and Andy got a full view of this as he slipped my skirt off of me.

My lips were glistening and I was waiting for his tongue to caress my pussy lovingly. He leaned me back gently and spread my legs slowly with his hands. He became excited when he saw that I was shaved.

He used his tongue to lick up and down my slit slowly, parting my lips, sliding inside of me with his slippery tongue. Occasionally, he slid a finger inside of me, and I squirmed, moaning and unable to control myself.

He started to finger me more intensely as he sucked and nibbled on my nipples. I moaned loudly and a puddle of cum dripped out of me. I sat up and reached my hand down in between his legs to grab his beautiful cock.

I felt his nicely shaven balls and I longed to have his dick in my mouth. I gently pulled him closer and began to take my time playing with his cock. I licked the underside of his balls slowly, before I took both of them into my mouth, sucking tenderly.

I moved my tongue more quickly from the base of his shaft to the underside of the glans, circling it with tiny licks. I took his balls in my hand and started to take his cock into my mouth. He was making little groans as he played with my hair. I was only sucking for a short time when he pulled away and moved me over to the still running drier. I spread my legs wide waiting for his rock hard prick to bury itself deep inside of me.

Standing up with me on the edge of the drier, he thrust himself inside of me. I instantly felt my pussy tighten as he entered, bringing on a quick, but intense orgasm. I made several moans of pleasure as he continued to push and pull his dick in and out of me.

His cock looked gorgeous covered in my juices, and I watched it intently as it slid in then back out. The vibrations of the drier coupled with his pounding drove me crazy.

I felt him slamming deep inside of me, pressing against me as my pussy was contracting over and over. My moans were getting louder. "Oh... OH.. OHHHHHHH!" My pussy was making noise as he smashed into it's wetness again and again.

I could tell he was getting ready to explode inside of me as his body tightened up. With two more thrusts, my pussy clamped down hard and I felt a radiating warmth deep inside of me as my pussy throbbed and pulsed against his erection. Our mixed cum was pouring out of me and forming a puddle on the floor.

Randy kissed me hard and I pulled him close to me, feeling his cock slide in as far as it would go. With a jolt, the drier stopped, as I sat back and stared at this gorgeous man standing in front of me.

"What do you say we get out of here?" he asked me, hopefully. I again sense shyness from him, even after our intimate experience together.

"Sure," I said as I started to get dressed. "I'm not even close to being done with you yet."
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