I leant in the doorway of the large function room, glass of wine in hand, and allowed myself a pat on the back. Fifty or so staff had been successfully fed. Those staying the night had been roomed, and now at nine thirty the party was in full swing.

This was the fifth time I'd organised our company shindig, and this time, I have to say, I'd done myself proud. Thanks in no small part to it being left so late to book, and this rather swanky venue being one of the few left available.

Hubby was home with the kids. I'd nabbed myself a room so I could have a drink or six, and now I could take a breath and finally let my hair down a little.

I sipped my wine and watched the usual inter-office Christmas courtship rituals commence with a wry smile. The young execs trying to bag themselves the pretty office junior. The flirtier girls in oh-so-short party dresses, making no secret of the fact that they were available for a no-holds-barred, no-strings-attached night of fun. The managing director and his P.A. were trying, and failing miserably, to convince everyone that they weren't in the throes of a wild affair.

You've got to love a works bash. No doubt there would be some awkward moments and bashful faces come Monday morning.

I heard the unmistakable click of high heels approaching from behind me, assuming it was just one of the office girls making her way back to the party after "freshening up".

That is, until they stopped right behind me, and I heard a sultry, silky voice.

"You've outdone yourself this time, Debs," my boss, Toni, said quietly in my ear. "I bet the company plastic took a hammering with this little soiree," she chuckled.

I turned my head back and smiled. "Oh, you should have it squared away by mid-March," I replied. "Besides, it's good for staff morale."

"And how about you, Debs? How's your morale? I often think you're grossly underappreciated."

Antoinette "Toni" Morrison gently stroked her fingers up my bare arm as she spoke. I thought nothing of it. She'd always been tactile and incredibly touchy-feely. She was beautiful, a shade younger than me at thirty-four to my thirty-six. An elegant five-foot-six blonde with lips like Debbie Harry in the Seventies. She was smart, she was funny, and she was a joy to work for.

"My morale's just fine; I get to see you every day, don't I?"

We'd fallen into an easy friendship over the years, despite her being my boss.

"Come and have a drink with me," she said, taking my arm and guiding me away from the doorjamb. She led me into a small, cosy bar area away from the main party.

We perched ourselves up on high bar stools, and I had to wiggle my black cocktail dress down a little to avoid flashing the tops of my hold-ups.

Toni ordered us each a large bourbon on the rocks, crossed her shapely legs (no shyness from her...ever), and leaned in close to me as the barman placed our drinks in front of us.

"I see you're wearing my Secret Santa gift," she said with a mischievous smirk.

"What Secr..." I started to ask, and then the realisation hit me like a hammer.

The shoes! The skyscraper-high peep-toe Christian Louboutins that I was wearing. The beautiful glossy shoes that I could in no way afford, or ever even begin to justify buying for myself had been a gift from Toni.

All these years, and I'd never seen what was right there in front of me.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

It had been a week or so before. I'd left work at 5.00pm and made my way down to the company car park. One of our company couriers had been waiting for me next to my Hyundai.

"Package for you," he'd said, thrusting the box toward me.

Odd, very odd, but I took the proffered box from him, anyway.

"Sign here, please."

I signed his tablet, and he was gone. Sliding into the driver's seat, curiosity got the better of me, and I ripped away the outer plastic packaging.

There in my lap was a black box emblazoned with the Louboutin logo. With trembling fingers, I slowly opened the two-tier shoebox, my breath catching as my eye instantly fell on that distinctive bright red sole: four-inch, black patent leather peep-toe high heels. These would bring me to an impressive five foot six at least.

I lifted the shiny treasure to find an accompanying note.

"Debs,

You deserve better than those cheap knockoffs you keep looking at. Please, wear these with a smile next Friday, and you'll make my year. The only thing better would be seeing them on my hotel room floor on Saturday morning.

Your Secret Santa xxx"

I felt like a little girl getting her first pair of Clarks. Should I accept them? Probably not.

Was I going to accept them? You fucking bet your arse I was going to.

I'd figured that they were an extravagant attempt at getting into my knickers from some overpaid, fourth-floor douchebag. Probably Mike Knowles, he had reputation for this kind of thing. Oh well, thanks, Mike. You can look, but you definitely can't touch.

I'd told my delightfully clueless husband that they were, in fact, just a really good pair of the aforementioned cheap knockoffs.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

I downed my drink without even tasting it, as Toni waved at the barman for another.

"C'mon Debs, tell me you love them," she giggled.

"But..." I stammered.

"Yes, Debs," she smiled. "Tell me, what's on your mind?"

"But the bit about..."

"Mmmm, my bedroom floor by any chance?"

I have to confess Toni had always held a special place in my girly spank bank, and the idea of fucking her had always gotten me where I needed to be.

"Yes, but Toni, we're both…" I sipped my drink. "We're both married."

"Oh boo fucking hoo," she laughed. "Do you think I'm worried about Ray sitting at home with his takeaway curry? Or you, for that matter; if you were really worried about Nick or being married, you could've said no when I first touched you."

She was right; I'd barely noticed her right hand, next to the bar hidden by our bodies, slide up my left thigh and under my dress. She was softly stroking the area around my stocking tops. I may not have noticed her start, but I definitely didn't want her to stop.

"I've fancied you for ages, Debs," she whispered.

I checked my watch; 9.48. Carriages at 12.30 for those going home.

The barman was out of sight; we were leaning so close as to touch. I kissed her right cheek, an innocent, friendly gesture, as my left hand squeezed her thigh.

"Your room...now," I breathed into her ear.

We downed our drinks and slipped off of our barstools. I took a strand of tinsel off of the bar and draped it round her neck before we made a beeline for the stairs to the first floor.

As soon as we rounded the corner out of sight of the bar and everybody we worked with, Toni pushed me against the wall. She kissed me, softly at first, but her tongue soon came into play, sensually twisting and tangling with my own.

I was getting heated. She kissed me with a hunger, a fervour that I hadn't experienced in years. I could feel myself getting wet, and I was more than ready for more. But we had to move; we both had appearances to keep up.

"Not here, Toni, please," I pleaded, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs.

As soon as the door to her room slammed shut, I was up against it. Tongues entwined, the top of my dress pulled down and her hand up underneath it. She cupped and squeezed my pussy over my rapidly wetting underwear. All I could do was rock my hips and whimper as we made out like a pair of horny teenagers.

"I want to make you cum so fucking bad," she gasped between kisses. "I want to feel your pussy on my lips."

She slunk to her knees, her hands sliding slowly up my nyloned legs, pushing my dress up over my hips. Thank fuck I'd chosen to wear my sexiest knickers. The shoes had made me feel like a sex kitten, so I'd figured, "Why not?" if only to make myself feel good.

She gave a low, appreciative moan as my gauzy, lacy undies came into view.

The sight of my beautiful, confident, usually so together boss on her knees, her lipstick smudged, practically begging to lick me out, only served to heighten my arousal. I could barely take it.

She ran her hands up the backs of my thighs, raking her nails over the bare skin above my hold-ups, making me squirm in anticipation. She cupped my bum, hooking her fingers into the waistband of my knickers, before slowly, painfully slowly rolling them down. I relished that wet cling as the gusset and my sticky wet sex parted company.

I kicked off my pretty new shoes, bringing me back to my regular five feet two as she removed the sodden garment and held it to her face. She breathed in my scent deeply.

I draped one leg over her shoulder, stroking my stockinged toes down her back, and ran my fingers through her blonde tresses. My cunt was dribbling and throbbing with need.

"Okay, Boss," I gasped huskily. "I've had my Secret Santa gift; now give me my fucking bonus."

"Yes, Miss, gladly Miss," she mewled, dropping my soaked knickers to the floor.

And oh boy, did she give me my bonus. She attacked my pussy like a ravenous animal, licking, sucking, swirling her tongue inside me and flicking it over my clit. This was not her first time.

I pressed my shoulders back against the door and hooked my leg tightly around her, pulling her into me as I thrust my hips and mercilessly fucked her mouth.

She got her Christmas wish as I shuddered and shook to an earth-shattering climax. She looked stunning as I took hold of the tinsel around her neck and lifted her to her feet.

We kissed. A long, deep, slow kiss, sharing my taste on her lips.

"Perhaps we could make this our Christmas thing," Toni whispered as we held each other for a moment.

"What like, you can be my boss for fifty-two weeks of the year, and I can be yours for one hot night? I think I'd rather like that."

She sighed and kissed me again.

"But right now, Toni, you need to sort your makeup out, and we need to head back downstairs before we're missed."

As I crouched down to retrieve the shoes that had led to this delicious encounter, I spotted my soggy little knickers on the ground next to them.

I pulled my new lover back against me and kissed her one last time. A hard, 'owning' kiss. I slid my hand up her dress and into her undies, pressing my own ruined knickers into them. A gooey little ball of cloth nestled against her pussy.

"I'll be back for these when the troops have all settled down or gone home for the night," I said quietly, still not quite believing this turn of events.

"Will you spend the night with me?" Her eyes were sparkling, almost pleading with me.

"Well, it is Christmas," I said with a chuckle. "You know the rules; only if you're a very, very good girl.