Eroticy Story - Christmas Party Tongue Fest

She's looking at me again. An absolutely delicious blonde; leggy, shapely, gorgeous hair, alluring face- she's got the whole package alright. And here I am hoping my wife doesn't notice my eyes popping out of my head. What I wouldn't give for an hour alone with this one...

Well, at least if I'm stuck at a perennially boring Christmas party, I can scope some yummy women. On the sly, of course. The wife would hit the ceiling if she knew what I was thinking. I smile inwardly and nod my head to give the appearance that I'm paying some attention to the conversation. "Can I get you something to drink, honey?" I inquire. "Why yes, an eggnog would be nice." And I saunter off. Now where'd that blonde go? No matter, I'll catch up with her again.

At the bar, I pour an eggnog and give the bar a once over. I'm impressed; they've got everything. I decide to make myself an iced tea. Vodka, rum, gin, tequila, triple sec, some sour mix and a dash of coke. Voilà! And a huge slice of lemon. Hoo hah! This'll set me straight.

"Wow, that looks like quite a drink." A sensual voice behind me turned my knees to mush. "It's my favorite, I replied, turning. A rather plain brunette owned that incredible voice. We chatted for a few seconds before I returned to my wife's side with the eggnog.