”“Come with me now.”He led me from the floor to a door marked private.“This is my office” he grinned as he opened it with a key.“Oh” I e...claimed, “Do you work here?”“Kind of” he laughed, “I own it” and he took me into his arms.His mouth was warm and he tasted of brandy, his tongue snaked between my teeth as he leaned back against the door his hands on my backside kneading my buttocks.I pushed my hips forward leaving him in no doubt that I was willing, he lifted one hand off my bottom and cupped. Sharon was a good-looking woman. She wore very little makeup, if any. She wasn't beautiful or anywhere near it. Some might call her a Plain Jane where I come from but she totally intrigued me.Her figure, on the other hand, was like an hourglass. Even with that stupid blue dress, I could see the swelling of her breasts and that the apron wrapped around a tiny waist. She did wear dresses that came just below her knees, with white stockings or hosiery.All the women working there dressed the same. They loved a good party, good equal big to them, the more the merrier.So here I was, at their large home now crawling with people, a lot I knew, some well, but most not at all. Mostly couples, after all that's what couples invite, other couples. I had showed up because they were good friends. Ted and I worked together, played together and knew too much about each other not to be good friends. Carol and I were close. Not too close but about right for a buddy's wife. If Ted and I hadn't been. He also told me there were seven gifts inside the pack, and asked me to open them serial wise each day of the holiday. I was amused and asked him what this was about. He told me that I was his favorite teacher and he just wanted to thank me for teaching him so well. That day after coming to my room, I read the magazines to pass the time before falling asleep. My roommate had gone to Delhi for holidays.Next day, in the morning, I opened the gift after getting ready. I did not celebrate Christmas.