The Company New Year's Eve Party


Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Sue Anne was going to the Company New Year's Eve party with her fraternal twin, Calvin, who was going to pick her up. Of course, he was early, as she expected, finding her wearing only her panties and bra. She let him in and walked away barking at him that he was early. But it was really their boss, Ken Desmond, who'd promised Calvin that he'd pick her up, when Calvin had a problem. A romance was born!

She hurried around the apartment, having realized that she misjudged the time just a bit. She knew Calvin well enough to be aware of the fact that he'd either be on time or just a bit early.

Sue Anne Raymond was counseling herself to stay calm and cool. If Calvin, her fraternal twin, who promised to pick her up and take her to the company New Year's Eve party, was indeed early, he could jolly well just wait.

She stood in front of the the bathroom mirror and smiled at herself. There was a lovely reddish sheen to her hair. It set off the pale blue of her eyes well. She had her makeup on, not too much, not too little was her mantra with makeup, and was getting closer to being ready.

She felt festive and allowed herself a little bit of festive attire to set off the evening's fun. At her present age of 26, Sue Anne was a true treat, a true beauty! The festive attire that she was planning on was certainly only for herself but it made her feel good and positively giggly.

She looked again into the mirror and did a kind of turn around to check out how she looked.

She was wearing a pair of thin, red, bikini panties that had a band of white lace a the waist. They looked fetchingly delicate. She liked that, approved. She'd bought them for herself for Christmas, and promised that she'd wear them for this party.

She also wore a bra to match. It too had the cups surrounded by the white lace, against the red of the fabric of the bra.

Sue Anne grinned at herself in the mirror.

"Very nice! Very festive!" she said.

Then the doorbell rang.

"Oh, shit!" she said to herself. "Calvin Raymond, I'll kill you for being early."

She hustled out to the apartment door, and wrenched it open.

"You're early!" she said, almost in a barking voice, over her shoulder, as he came into the apartment.

Ken Desmond, once he got into the apartment, seemed to be glued to the spot. He simply watched as Sue Anne Raymond, almost yelling at him over her shoulder, marched across the living room heading for the bathroom. She was accusing him of being early.

He had agreed with Calvin, for whom something had come up at the last minute, to pick up Sue Anne, Calvin's twin sister. He was glad to do it.

Ken Desmond was a whiz at business. The company and its great growth pattern was a testimony to that. He was good at relations with his staff and employees. But if the truth were told, romance was not his thing. Even at 35 he was a bit awkward with women. For whatever reason, when confronted by a lovely woman, Ken Desmond became shy and almost a bit backward. He resented that constantly and was even a student of self help books to try to turn that kind of trait around but Sue Anne Raymond was up there on the leader board of his 'most beautiful' list. And he was almost, right then simply immobile from being stunned by what he was seeing. There had never, however, been a way that he could figure out to break the ice with her, so to speak.

She really liked the big boss and smiled to herself often enough about his obvious nervousness around women in a social kind of situation. She'd certainly noticed that.

Now she was still fairly barking at him, with her back turned to him: "You're early!"

Ken stood and stared, as she moved away, simply stared. The panties that she was wearing were thin, a lovely, thin, red material, that showed her butt cheeks and the crack of her butt. He couldn't possibly take his eyes off of her and the wiggle of her butt.

But then the message finally filtered its way through his rapt attention to Sue Anne's butt in panties and made the impression on him that he should, out of politeness, answer.

"Yes, sorry!" he said.

That was it!

She heard him! She whipped around! She put her hand up to her mouth! She shrieked: "Ken! Mr Desmond!"

He was staring again but now it was at her patch of pubic hair, curly and dark, between her legs, and the slight downward curve of her large breasts, with cunning nipples.

(Those at least were the words that he was using with himself right then.)

Ken was impressed. Ken was totally impressed. He also noticed that the only thing that she was trying to cover was her mouth, with her hand. It made him smile.

Right then Sue Anne Raymond came out of it and responded: "Don't you dare, smile at me, you!"

At any other time, she would never have thought of speaking to the 'big boss' that way but it certainly was part of the situation right then.

It also made him smirk even more

"What?" she demanded to know, her hands on her hips, and the mood swing in her caused her to not even try to hide herself.

"Um," he said, stammering only a little.

This gave her a little courage, because she was aware of his awkwardness. She smiled.

"Um," he began again, "It's just ... it's just that all you tried to cover was your mouth."

She giggled then, and for a few seconds, neither of them knew what to do.

He recovered his aplomb and said: "Cal called me and asked me if I could pick you up."

"Yes," she said, "I'll kill that brother of mine."

"Well," he ventured then, figuring that if he was out on the thin ice, he might as well venture another remark: "Are you ready?"

Sue Anne shrieked with laughter and realized, in a flash, that she was indeed displaying herself to Ken Desmond right then.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she wailed and ran from the room.

He stood and simply smiled.

She came out of the bathroom and bedroom area in a few minutes. She was now wearing a kind of a pink creation, with thigh high red stockings, he knew most of what else she was wearing but not that; they were put on after Sue Anne rushed from the room. She set it off with red shoes and a lovely broach on her shoulder.

It made him feel, right then, sorry that he hadn't brought her a gift, maybe of jewelry to set her outfit off. He decided to remember that.

When she came out then, he caught his breath in his throat, and spoke his mind: "My god," he exclaimed, "Even lovelier than before, and I just didn't think that was possible!"

She grinned at him and went to him, putting her arms around him and saying softly: "You old sweet talker you!"

"Sorry," he said, "Speaking my mind before I thought!"

"Don't you 'sorry' me," she said, "I won't have it, especially when you're talking so nice to me."

She stood back then and said: "The 'sorry' should be from me for flashing you!"

"Yes," he said, "I remember that!" He was grinning. It gave him a kind of crazy courage and he said: "Could we maybe do that over again. I need to get my phone ready to take pictures." He was pleased with himself and grinning widely, when he was finished.

"Mr Desmond!" she said softly. "You're in so much trouble!"

He grinned again and nodded his head.

"Ready for the party?" he asked.

"Yes, I am," she said, "And pleased with my handsome escort!"

The walked out of the apartment together. Ken felt a kind of kinship with her that had never been there before. It put him and ease, and, he realized, helped him to not trip all over his feet this time, with this beautiful woman.

"Liked your basics!" he said.

It took her a minute or so to realize what he was talking about and then she giggled.

"Thank you," she said, "New for Christmas!"

"Very festive!" he said, "And I promise to stop talking about your underwear now!"

She giggled at that. They had set a kind of tone for their evening at the New Year's Eve party.

They went companionably to his car. He held the door for her, as she slid into the car.

Her mind was swirling at that point. She found herself not being sorry for this outcome of the beginning of the evening at all.


They got to the party and Ken excused himself to check on some arrangements, promising Sue Anne that he'd be back.

Sue Anne found Calvin there. He went to her and gave her a hug.

"Hi, love!" he said.

She smiled at him, and while they were embracing, she said: "You ass belongs to me!"

He stood back and said a surprised: "What? What happened?"

She explained it and he was laughing immediately.

"Stop it," she warned him, "Or I will show these people how easy it is for me to kick your ass!"

He held up his hands in defense and said: "Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

"Then stop laughing," she warned him, though she was laughing too.

(As a matter of fact, Sue Anne had been a long time martial arts devote and really, had she the need or desire, could have made good on her promise to kick her twin brother Calvin's ass. They both knew that.)

They stood there and he said softly: "So, really in your new, red panties and bra?"

"Yes," she said. "And that was all!"

"Well," he went on, "I hope he had his phone out and took pictures!"

She said softly: "He asked me to do it again, as a reprise, so that he could get photos taken."

Calvin was laughing then and she joined him.

Just then Ken Desmond joined them. Calvin couldn't resist. He said to Ken: "I just heard that you saw my pretty sister uncloaked!"

Ken was smiling and said: "Well, it was almost your pretty twin sister un-everythinged!"

"Gentlemen," Sue Anne said in an even and very pleasant voice: "Shall I leave you two so that you can enjoy your manly chuckles at my expense?"

Ken held up a hand then and said: "Okay, the topic is off the table!"

Calvin nodded his head and agreed, with one last smirk at Sue Anne, who stuck out her tongue at him.

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