Tina

Katie stared briefly and laughed. "Sam, you are hopeless. The invitations go out next week. What the hell is going on with you two?"

"What do you mean?" he asked innocently.

"You know exactly what I mean. Are you two serious or what?" she pressed.

Sam gave a wry smile and nodded, then sat down in an office chair while she started making copies. He could see it was going to be a long report and multiple copies. "Yeah, we are," he admitted.

"So what's the big deal?" she asked.

"I don't know. I just feel kind of awkward about it. I mean, middle aged boss and his teenaged secretary - give me a break!" Then again, Sam thought, Katie was dialed into everything. It was one of the reasons she was such a great secretary, she knew enough to avoid problems. "You tell me. What's the take on this around the company? I guess everybody pretty much knows about us, right?"

"Yeah, Sam, in spades." She smirked, then continued. "Come on, middle aged owner of the company sleeping with his teenaged secretary with the big hooters. Who wouldn't be talking?"

"Who says..."

She gave him an exasperated look. "Don't kid a kidder, Sam." Sam gave a look that admitted the truth of the story, and Katie continued, "It breaks down a few different ways, Sam. First, most of the guys in the company think you're the luckiest bastard on the planet. Those who've met her have told those who haven't what she looks like, and every one of them can't wait to see her at the Christmas Party. Is she really...?" Katie raised her hands to the level of her chest and mimed a pair of enormous breasts. Sam made a wry face and nodded. "Well, like I said, the guys are all hoping she wears something really extreme."

Sam snorted. "And the women?"

"Eh, about sixty-forty. Most of the women are a little sad that you're off the market, while the rest think it's absolutely disgusting."

"Off the market? What the hell does that mean!?" he cried. "When was I ever on the market?"

She gave him a screwy look. "Sam, what are you talking about. You're the most eligible bachelor in the company."

He gave her a dumbstruck look. "What!?"

"Let's see, single, kids almost out of school, stable family guy, light drinker, no drugs or gambling, corporate bigwig, and oh yeah, really well paid. Sounds like a real loser to me."

Sam stared at her, his mouth moving like a fish. The concept that he would be considered attractive to any woman eluded him. In over twenty years with Lee, he had never understood, much to her considerable amusement, what she saw in him, and he still couldn't fathom what Tina saw in him. Finally he spoke. "You have got to be shitting me!"

"Name another guy around this place like I just described. Hell, if I wasn't married and old enough to be your mother, I'd chase you around myself!"

A vision of the much older woman chasing him flashed through Sam's mind and he began laughing. Katie joined in. "What about Mickey?" he asked.

Katie's boss was the youngest of Big George and Momma's children. Despite his position as the head of the trucking operation, with the pay to go with it, he had a well-earned reputation as a ne'er-do-well party boy.

It was Katie's turn to break up in laughter. "Now, you give me a break!"

***

Sam and Tina had settled into a comfortable arrangement. Whenever he worked in Oneonta they would go out to dinner, and then go back to her apartment to make love before he left for the long drive home. Weekends they alternated between staying at her place or her coming up to Ballston Spa.

Sam's worry about her meeting his son proved needless. When Sammy, a young man he considered far more likely to raise a young lady's interest than he, came home for Thanksgiving break, he brought a girlfriend of his own home. Cindy Matsuko was a slim and lovely Japanese-American from Chicago, and had managed to captivate the boy. Somewhat more worldly than his sister, he had been wondering for a while how long it would be before his father started dating again. The only surprise had been in Tina's age, but he adapted to it well.

Tina had made a half-hearted invitation to Sam to visit her home, but Sam weaseled out and Tina was secretly pleased. She confessed to her lover that she was as scared as he was about meeting her father, who was the same age as Sam. They both firmly resolved to avoid that meeting like the plague.

The day after talking to Katie, Sam worked in Oneonta. That night, after dinner, they went back to Tina's apartment. She began leading him by the hand to the bedroom, but Sam pulled her in the opposite direction, and led her to the couch. He sat at one end and Tina lay down with her head in his lap. She looked up at him with a smile, and reached a hand up to begin removing his tie.

Sam allowed her to take his tie off, and even to unbutton his shirt, but he caught her hand before she could move it lower. He kissed her fingertips and held them to his bare chest, and she looked up at him in curiosity. "What's up, Sam?"

Sam cleared his throat, then asked, "Well, would you go with me to the Christmas Party?"

"You mean, not just go, but go with you? Like a date?" He nodded. "Sure, I'd love to. What's that going to be, our 'coming out' party?" she asked.

"Yeah, I suppose so. Not that's there's much coming out to do. It seems like everyone in the world knows about us."

She gave him a serious look. "Well, I'm not embarrassed. Are you?"

"No."

She hugged him, and slipped her fingers inside his shirt. "Good answer, Sam." Sam laughed and caressed her face. Tina asked, "So, what's this party like?"

"Well, it's actually a pretty big deal. You see, we really have four company parties during the year. The fiscal year ends in March, so in April we have the Sales Banquet. All the salespeople and all the office staff go to that, and it's pretty mandatory. You'd need an excuse from the emergency room to get out of it, and even that might be questionable! You'll be invited to that one."

Tina nodded and Sam continued, "The weekend after Fourth of July is the Clam Bake. Big George and Momma throw that up at their camp in the Adirondacks. That's a family affair, all employees are invited and everybody brings their kids, and suppliers and bankers and everybody comes. You can get three, four hundred people at that thing."

"Wow!"

"Yeah, it's a zoo. In September, just the construction and trucking guys go golfing with the staff out there, along with any of the sales managers who want to go. They get a paid day for that."

"You?" she asked.

"Nah. I don't golf. The last one, the big party, is the Christmas Party. That's company people only, for everyone, and is fairly swanky. It's not black tie or anything, I won't be in a tux, but otherwise it's pretty ritzy."

"So who goes?" she asked.

"Like I said, everybody in the company, sales, staff, carpenters, truck drivers, you name it." Sam's face lit up and he laughed. "It's actually pretty funny. Some of those guys get cleaned up and you don't recognize them. It's the only time of the year when they aren't wearing a baseball cap and Carrharts!" Tina giggled at the thought. Most of the construction guys were nice, crude and horny, but nice, and they all dressed for work in really rough clothes.

"What should I wear?"

Sam scratched his head in search of an answer. "Well, that's kind of up to you, hun. Like I said, it can be fairly ritzy. This year it's at the Desmond." Tina had heard of the Desmond; Hillary Clinton stayed there when campaigning for the Senate. "A lot of the women get really dolled up. Most of the guys use it as an opportunity to show off their ladies, if you get my drift, and even the sales ladies and secretaries tend to go all out. It's like the one night of the year they can show as much T and A as they can and not get in trouble." Tina's eyes widened at the last statement and Sam shrugged apologetically. "All I'm saying is that you shouldn't be surprised by some of the evening gowns and party dresses that some of the women will be wearing."

"Really?" she asked vampishly. She had worn an oversized and off-shoulder sweater, braless, and long wrap skirt to dinner. She thrust one long leg through the slit dramatically and pulled the sweater down lower off her shoulders, showing some healthy cleavage. "Something like this?" she asked with a sexy pout.

Sam's eyes widened and lit up with delighted interest. "Well, actually, not quite."

It was Tina's turn to look shocked. Tugging the sweater even lower, to the point her nipples began to show, and exposing her legs so that the tops of her stockings could be seen, she asked, "Like this?"

Sam slipped a hand through the gap in her skirt and began caressing her thighs above the stocking tops. His thumb flicked across her pussy. She hadn't been wearing panties either. Tina squirmed pleasantly in his lap, and he answered, "That's a little more like it." Tina closed her eyes, shivering at her lover's touch, and then looked up at him with desire. "Listen, honey, dress nicely, but don't do something silly. If you aren't going to be comfortable with it, do something different. We're going to be enough of a sensation as it is without playing dress-up."

Tina sat up and pulled her sweater over her head, then untied the wrap skirt and tossed it aside. Naked except for her stockings and heels, she twisted around and finished undressing Sam. Smiling wickedly at him, she said, "I know, I'll just go shopping with Lizzie next weekend."

"Oh Christ!", moaned Sam.

***

Sam and Tina checked into the Desmond about four. Tina had driven up to Ballston Spa and spent the night, but they had decided it would be better to stay the night in Albany. The forecast was mixed, and the troopers were threatening to put up DWI checkpoints. Neither one wanted to chance an accident or being pulled over for one drink too many.

After tipping the bellman, Sam flopped down on the bed. Tina looked at him with an evil grin, then climbed onto the bed and straddled his legs. She had worn dark blue stirrup pants and a large and bulky cable knit sweater which hung down to the middle of her thighs. Smiling wickedly, she asked, "So, the party doesn't start 'til eight and we're here all by ourselves. What do you think we can do to kill the time, Sam?"

Sam was both surprised and delighted by the naughty look in his new love's eyes. Shrugging, he said, "Well, I suppose we can always drive down Wolf Road and go shopping."

Tina grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head, then tossed it aside. Sam smiled as he saw her big tits jiggle inside her bra. "I don't think I'm quite dressed for that, Sam. Any other ideas?"

"Well, if shopping is out, I suppose we could always go up to the swimming pool," he teased.

Tina reached between her breasts and undid the front clasp. She twisted out of the confining nylon and tossed it away dramatically. "I don't think we can go swimming at the Desmond topless, Sam. You'd better think of something else."

Grabbing the remote, Sam turned on the television. "CNN is always on."

Tina laughed and grabbed the remote. She turned it off and chucked it to the floor. Sliding her hands to her partner's waist, she unbuckled his belt, then undid the snap and unzipped his pants. Tugging them down, she let Sam's stiff cock out into the open. "No news, Sam."

"Well, what were you thinking of?" He exercised his groin muscles and caused his dick to wiggle. "Any ideas pop up?"

Tina growled. Adjusting her stance, she pushed the waistband of her pants down her hips, exposing her bikini panties. She grasped them and pulled them down to show the top of her heart-cut cunt hair and slipped a hand inside. She moaned as she played with her pussy, then opened her eyes and said with an innocent voice, "God, Sam, I just don't have any ideas. Are you sure you can't think of something?"

Sam laughed, then bucked his hips up, sending Tina tumbling onto her back. He followed through, rolling on top of her, trapping her hands in her pants, and took her face in his hands. He forced his lips against hers fiercely and began rubbing his cock against her pussy and hands. "You little bitch, you're nothing but a horny little slut, aren't you?" Moving his hands down past her shoulders, he insinuated them between their chests and grabbed her tits roughly. Her nipples were stiff with her arousal.

Tina groaned at his words and actions. She gasped and panted out, "You make me a horny slut, Sam! I want to be a horny slut with you! I want you to fuck me all the time, Sam! Fuck me, please, fuck me!"

Sam wriggled his pants down below his knees while laying on the aroused girl, all the while kissing her, his tongue probing relentlessly her lips and teeth. Tina moaned in frustration when he pulled his hands from her tits, then moaned in pleasure when he grabbed her pants and panties and shoved them halfway down her thighs. Her pussy hairs rubbed the underside of the cock sawing at her clit.

Spreading his knees, Sam straddled the squirming girl's legs, then reached between them. Even though her thighs were trapped side by side, Tina was so turned on that her pussy juices were already seeping from her puffy cunt. Sam pushed his cockhead between her thighs and slid it into her. Tina gasped as she felt him slipping in; she had never fucked Sam like this before, and with her thighs pushed together, the friction was unbelievable. Sam slid in easily, despite the feeling that he had never fucked a tighter pussy in his life, and he didn't stop until he bottomed out, his pubic bone slamming into her clit. Tina shuddered and threw her arms around him as she had her first come of the evening.

Sam's hips went into overdrive without any conscious thought on his part. His cock sawed back and forth, practically raping her in his urgency. As he felt the jism rising from his balls to his dick, he roughly grabbed her hands and shoved them between them as he lifted his hips slightly. At the touch of her fingers on the base of his cock, he groaned and sagged down on top of her, his cock spasming and pumping out a huge load of come.

They lay together and gathered their breath for a couple of minutes, then Sam rolled off of Tina and lay face up on his side of the bed. Tina shucked off her remaining clothing and he spread an arm out wide. Accepting the invitation, Tina nuzzled against his side, and Sam wrapped his arms around her. Running her fingers through his thick and curly chest hair, she said lightly, "That was very nice Sam, but what do we do for the next three hours and fifty-five minutes?"

Sam's eyes snapped open and his head whirled to the bedstead's clock. Whirling back, he protested, "You bitch, that sure as hell wasn't any five minutes!"

She smiled sweetly at him. "Less?"

"Bitch!" Harrumphing, he moved the arm holding her shoulders and gave her a loud SMACK on her ass, then held her tight when she tried to retaliate. Tina giggled and laid her head down on his chest. Within minutes both were asleep.

Neither would admit it to the other, but the long night the previous evening had not been because they had been screwing nonstop. Screw they had, but both were too nervous about the coming party to be able to sleep well. They had spent much of the night rolling from side to side in Sam's queen size bed. Exhausted, they slept until shortly before the party was to start.

Waking first, Sam glanced at the clock and bolted upright. It was after 7:30. Tina rolled off him and sat upright as Sam hopped up and ran into the bathroom. "Shit, we'll never make it!", she yelled after him.

"We'll be stylishly late," he replied and closed the bathroom door behind him. Moments later she heard the shower begin to run. She crawled out of bed and picked up the clothes strewn around, then waited for Sam to get out of the bathroom. Fifteen minutes after going in, Sam came out, hair still wet but freshly shaved, with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Tina grabbed her hanging bag and went into the bath. She hung the bag on the back of the dressing room's door and opened it, pulling out her toilet kit. She took the kit into the steaming bathroom and closed the door, then turned on the water and stepped into the shower.

It was 8:15 when she opened the door to the dressing room and stepped back into the bedroom. Sam was already dressed in a dark charcoal suit, white shirt, black socks, and black wingtips. He was standing at the window, smoking a cigarette and staring out at the mixed snow and rain. Hearing her come back in, he turned to face her and had to catch his breath.

"Jesus!", he exclaimed sharply, staring at her. "I didn't know they sold dresses like that in Albany!" Tina smiled and turned around slowly, once, then moved to the mirror and checked her makeup. Sam feasted his eyes on the girl. She had bought a long dress in a lightweight scarlet velvet that clung to her curves like a second skin. The front was cut unbelievably low and was held up by a pair of gold spaghetti straps that crisscrossed her bare back, itself cut down to hip level. The thin fabric was substantial enough that her nipples weren't outlined, but he wondered whether that would be important; it was so low cut in the front that most of her breasts above the fabric, along with her shoulders, were completely exposed. It clung like a sheath down her slim hips almost to the floor, but she could move freely since a long slit ran up the front of each leg to mid-thigh. Through the slits he could see she had worn incredibly sheer nude pantyhose and matching scarlet stiletto heels.

Tina didn't tell Sam that she hadn't bought the dress with his daughter. A couple of weeks before, on a day when Sam was working in Albany, she had called in sick and driven to Albany with Heather. They had scoured the malls looking for a dress or two, and then had returned home, thankful that Sam hadn't run into them. Tina had been tapering off her assignations with Heather, for the simple reason that more and more of her time was being spent with her boss. Although she wanted to, she and Lizzie had been unable to link up a second time as well. She put her bisexuality on temporary hold, curious about whether she could interest Sam in a threesome. 'It might be interesting!', she thought to herself. After their shopping spree, however, she had eagerly invited Heather in and modeled the dresses again, then modeled without them. Heather ended up staying the night.

Tina looked at Sam's reflection in the mirror nervously, not daring to face him. "Is this all right?" she asked. "I have something else in the bag if this is too, uh, extreme."

"Holy shit!", he said. Shaking his head, he looked up at her and asked, "Huh? What was that?"

Tina had to giggle at the look on his face, but repeated the question. "Is this too extreme?"

"Jesus, Tina, I don't care how extreme it is! You look absolutely gorgeous! It's perfect!" Sam briefly considered what the other women would be wearing. He had been attending the Christmas Party for almost fifteen years. While few of the women would look as good as Tina did, there were a few real lookers in the group, both employees and spouses, and maybe a half-dozen could get away with an outfit like this. The odds were that at least one, and probably two or three, would go this route as well tonight. He wondered if Deborah and Artie would show up, and what she would wear - or say! Maybe they'd get run over by a bus.

"You're sure? I mean, I can change if you think I should."

"Don't change a thing," he said. His unfinished cigarette burned down to his fingertips and he flicked it away, swearing. He stomped on it before it could burn a hole in the carpet, and Tina smiled. She turned back to the mirror and brushed her hair back. Ever since they had begun seeing each other, she had been letting it grow out, after Sam had commented how a woman's hair was her glory. Now it hung down to the middle of her back.