Cum Actually.

Amy Park stood at the bar, sipping champagne, her eyes following her husband, Scott, as he moved through the crowd. As CEO of OmniTech, Scott was accustomed to being the center of attention, and tonight’s company holiday party at The Fairmont was no exception. The ballroom’s floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering San Francisco skyline, and the scent of pine and cinnamon lingered in the air, while soft jazz played holiday music in the background. Twinkling lights hung from the high beams, casting a warm glow over the festive decorations and a towering Christmas tree.

Amy’s gaze stayed on Scott as he effortlessly navigated the room, his confident smile and charm pulling people in. He spoke with colleagues, partners, and investors, but not once did his eyes stray in her direction. She could see how his presence dominated every conversation, how his laughter filled the room, yet he never seemed to notice her standing there. For a moment, Amy felt invisible, a mere shadow in his world. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt this way. Lately, Scott seemed increasingly distant, lost in the demands of his job and the constant stream of people vying for his attention. She had tried to be patient, to support him quietly from the sidelines but she wanted tonight to be different. Tonight, she wouldn’t be overlooked.

She wore the perfect dress, one that would make Scott see what he’d been neglecting all these weeks. The slinky black fabric clung to her curves, its plunging neckline flaunting a generous amount of her ample breasts. The hem barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, exposing her long, toned legs. But now, standing by herself in the ballroom and watching him laugh effortlessly with everyone but her, she began to wonder if the dress was just a futile attempt to reclaim something that had already slipped away. For a moment, she thought about pulling him aside, reminding him that she, too, was here—hoping to be seen by the one person who mattered most. Instead, she stayed at the bar, uncertain if her presence would even make a difference.

As she lingered there, a tall, skinny figure approached and ordered a drink. He looked young, a bit awkward, shifting nervously as he scanned the room. Amy blinked, then recognized him—Dwayne, the college intern who’d helped set up their Wi-Fi network at their new summer home.

"Hey there!" Amy called out with a friendly wave. "Dwayne, right?"

He turned, eyes widening as he recognized her. "Oh, Mrs. Park! Hi!"

Amy noticed his gaze lingering on her low-cut dress. She shifted, suddenly aware of how much skin she was showing. "Please, call me Amy. How are you? Still surviving Scott's crazy deadlines?"

Dwayne took a nervous gulp of his drink, his throat tightening. "Y-yes, ma'am. I mean, Mrs. Park—uh, Amy. It’s been intense, but I’m learning a lot."

"That's great," Amy said warmly. "How's the basketball season going? Scott says you’re starting this season for the Cardinals?”

Dwayne's face flushed slightly. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, a shy smile playing on his lips. "Oh, yeah. I'm really excited about it. Coach says I've got a shot at decent playing time this year. But, you know, I'm just taking it one game at a time. Trying not to get ahead of myself."

"Wow, congratulations! I’m so proud of you!" Amy beamed. She genuinely enjoyed his goofy charm.

Dwayne's eyes kept drifting to her cleavage, his face turning red as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. She wasn’t accustomed to being looked at like that, especially not by someone so much younger. Yet, despite the discomfort, she couldn’t help but feel a hint of flattery.

"Thanks Mrs. Park… jeez… I mean Abby, no I mean Amy! I mean can I just stick with Mrs. Park?"

Amy laughed. "Call me whatever makes you comfortable," she said, her tone light. Then, leaning in slightly, she asked, "Hey, did you bring anyone with you tonight?"

Dwayne's shoulders slumped as he shook his head. "Nah, I'm flying solo. Sarah and I... we split up last week."

"Oh no, I'm so sorry," Amy said, instinctively placing a comforting hand on his arm. "What happened?"

Dwayne sighed, his eyes downcast. "Basketball and the internship, you know? I was barely around. She said she felt like she was dating my schedule, not me."

Amy's expression softened with sympathy, her eyes reflecting an understanding born from her own experience of feeling overlooked and pushed aside. “That must be really tough," she said softly. "Are you doing okay?"

"I'm managing," Dwayne replied, forcing a weak smile. "Just trying to keep busy, I guess."

Amy nodded sympathetically. "Well, if you need someone to talk to, I'm here. Sometimes it helps to let it out, you know?"

The alcohol seemed to have loosened Dwayne up, his usual shyness fading as he met her gaze. After a brief pause, he continued with surprising honesty.

"You know, Mrs. Park, I have to say—you're just so incredible. And, well, I think that might be part of why things ended with my girlfriend."

Amy tilted her head, confused. "What do you mean?"

Dwayne's cheeks flushed as he spoke, his voice trailing off. "After I came to fix your Wi-Fi that time, I... I couldn't stop thinking about you. You were tanning by the pool in your bikini..." He glanced down at his hands, visibly uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, that probably sounds creepy. It's just, you were so beautiful. I got really distracted the next few days, and I think Sarah noticed."

Amy felt her face grow hot, a mix of embarrassment and flattery washing over her. The alcohol was making her head swim pleasantly. She'd had no idea she'd had such an effect on him.

"Oh Dwayne, that's... that's very sweet of you to say," she murmured, not quite meeting his eyes. Her heart was racing, and she couldn't deny the little thrill that ran through her at his words. It had been so long since anyone had noticed her.

Dwayne looked up, his expression earnest. "I hope I haven't made you uncomfortable, Mrs. Park. I just wanted you to know how amazing you are."

Amy felt a rush of warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol. She reached out and squeezed his hand gently. "Thank you, Dwayne. That means a lot to me."

Amy glanced up, her eyes widening in surprise as she spotted the mistletoe hanging above her. She blinked, then looked at Dwayne with a bemused smile. "Well, would you look at that," she said, raising an eyebrow. "I guess I'm under the mistletoe. I think that means a kiss, right?" She tilted her cheek toward him with a playful grin.

Dwayne's face lit up with a goofy smile at Amy's invitation. "Gosh, Mrs. Park, I'd be honored," he stammered, his cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. Dwayne leaned in, aiming to place his hands gently on Amy's hips. But in his nervousness and alcohol-induced clumsiness, his hands slipped beneath the hem of her skirt. His palms made contact with the soft, warm skin of her naked bottom that was barely covered by the thin strip of her thong.

Dwayne jerked back as if he'd been burned, his eyes wide with shock and mortification. "Oh my god, Mrs. Park! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to... I was just trying to... Oh jeez, I'm such an idiot," he babbled, his words tumbling out in a panicked rush.

Amy gasped at the unexpected touch, her skin tingling where his hand had been. She bit her lip, torn between embarrassment and a surprising surge of arousal.

"I-it's okay," she breathed, her cheeks flushing. The accidental grope had sent a jolt straight to her core, stirring a sensation she hadn’t felt in a long time. "I...I liked it."

She saw his pupils dilate as her meaning sunk in. Amy looked over at Scott, still surrounded by colleagues and guests, completely oblivious to her absence. A mix of frustration and longing swept over her. She turned back to Dwayne, her eyes burning with new resolve.

"You know what?" she said, her voice low and sultry. "Why don't you come with me?"

Without waiting for a response, Amy grabbed Dwayne's hand and led him away from the crowded ballroom. Her heart raced as she scanned the hallway, finally spotting a utility closet tucked away in a quiet corner.

"In here," she whispered, pulling Dwayne inside and closing the door behind them.

The small space was dim, lit only by a single bulb overhead. Amy could hear Dwayne's ragged breathing as she pressed herself against him, her curves molding to his lean frame.

"Mrs. Park," Dwayne gasped, "what are we-"

Amy silenced him with a passionate kiss, her lips crashing against his as months of pent-up frustration and desire poured out of her. Dwayne hesitated for only a moment before responding with equal fervor, his large hands gripping her waist and pulling her closer.

Amy broke the kiss, her chest heaving as she gazed up at Dwayne with smoldering eyes. Without a word, she slowly sank to her knees, maintaining eye contact as her hands moved to his belt buckle. Dwayne's breath caught in his throat as she deftly unfastened his pants and slid down the zipper.

"Oh god Mrs. Park,” he groaned as Amy tugged his boxers down, freeing his rapidly hardening cock.

Her eyes widened in surprise and appreciation. "Wow," she breathed, wrapping her hand around his thick shaft. "You're so big." His cock jutted out proudly, the veined shaft leading to a swollen purple head already glistening with precum. She stroked him slowly, marveling at how it seemed to grow even larger under her touch. Unable to resist any longer, she leaned forward and ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip. She swirled her tongue around the swollen head before taking him into her mouth.

Dwayne gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily as the wet heat of her mouth enveloped him. Amy hollowed her cheeks, sucking firmly as she bobbed her head up and down his impressive length. She looked up at him through her lashes, relishing his reactions as she pleasured him with lips, tongue and hand. Dwayne's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as he struggled to stay quiet.

"Oh fuck Mrs. Park," Dwayne panted. "That feels amazing."

Amy released Dwayne's cock from her mouth with a wet pop. She stroked him firmly as she looked up, her eyes dark with lust.

"You like that, baby?" she purred. "You want to cum for me?"

Dwayne nodded frantically, beyond words.

She devoured him once again, with a renewed ferocity that sent shivers down his spine. Her tongue danced around his sensitive tip as she felt him twitch in her mouth, his breaths becoming more labored.

"Oh Mrs. Park, oh my god, I’m so close!" Dwayne gasped, his hips thrusting eagerly.

Amy redoubled her efforts, her head bobbing even faster as she took Dwayne deeper into her throat. She relaxed her muscles, allowing his cock to slide further with each thrust. Her hand cupped and massaged his balls, adding to the overwhelming sensations. Dwayne's hips jerked erratically as he neared his peak. Amy sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing as she created an intense vacuum. She pulled back slightly, focusing on his sensitive tip, her tongue flicking rapidly across the underside.

With a strangled cry, Dwayne erupted. Amy sealed her lips tightly around him, swallowing eagerly as thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth. She continued to suck and lick, milking every last drop from his throbbing cock.

"Holy shit, Mrs. Park," he gasped, his voice hoarse. "That was... that was incredible. I've never felt anything like that before."

His cock twitched feebly as Amy licked her lips, savoring the last traces of his release. The act of pleasuring Dwayne had ignited a raging fire between her legs. Her panties were soaked through, her swollen clit throbbing with need.

"God, that was so hot," she panted, rising to her feet. "But now it's my turn."

She hiked up her dress and perched herself on a nearby shelf, spreading her legs wide.

"Have you ever eaten pussy before, Dwayne?" Amy asked huskily.

Dwayne shook his head. "Not really," he admitted. "I mean, I tried once with Sarah, but I don't think I did it right."

Amy's eyes glinted mischievously. "Well then, let me teach you. Come here."

As Dwayne knelt between her legs, Amy slowly peeled off her soaked panties. She used her fingers to spread her lips, exposing her dripping center.

"Start by licking up and down my slit," she instructed. "Nice and slow at first."

The smell of Amy's dripping pussy was intoxicating and Dwayne's tongue lapped eagerly at her cunt, his enthusiasm making up for his lack of finesse. His movements were uneven at first, alternating between quick flicks and broad strokes as he explored her unfamiliar terrain. Amy gently guided him with breathy instructions and encouraging moans.

"Ohhh…that's it," she encouraged. "Now focus on my clit. See that little nub at the top? Lick it in circles."

Dwayne's tongue found her sensitive bud, swirling around it. Amy gasped, her hips bucking.

“Oh fuck yes," she moaned. "Just like that. Now suck on it gently."

Dwayne settled into a rhythm, focusing his attention on Amy's throbbing clit. He circled it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips. Amy's thighs quivered around his head as waves of pleasure radiated through her core.

"Fuck, you're a fast learner," Amy panted, grinding her hips against his face. "Now slide two fingers inside me while you keep licking."

Amy gasped as Dwayne's thick fingers sank into her. The same fingers that could easily palm a basketball now filled her completely, stretching her inner walls deliciously. He began to pump them in and out as he continued lapping at her clit.

"Curl your fingers up towards my belly button," she panted. "That’s my g-spot. Rub it while you suck my clit."

Dwayne explored her inner walls until he found the spot that made Amy cry out. He stroked it firmly as his tongue flicked rapidly over her swollen bud.

"Holy fuck!" Amy wailed, her hips grinding against his face. "Your fingers feel even better than my husband's cock!"

Dwayne redoubled his efforts, pumping his fingers faster as he devoured her pussy. Amy's head fell back as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. With each thrust, the pads of his fingers dragged along her g-spot, sending electric jolts of sensation straight to her core.

"Don't stop, don't stop," she chanted. “Oh god you’re going to make me cum…"

Amy's body tensed as her climax approached. Her thighs clamped around Dwayne's head as she ground herself against his mouth.

"Oh god, oh god," she panted. "Something's happening - I think I'm going to-"

Suddenly, Amy's body went rigid. A new, intense sensation began to build deep within her core. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before - a powerful pressure that seemed to swell and grow with each stroke of Dwayne's fingers. The sensation grew stronger, more urgent. Amy's hips bucked wildly as she chased the unfamiliar feeling. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, muscles tensing as the pressure built to an almost unbearable level. Amy let out a primal scream as her orgasm crashed over her in waves. A gush of clear fluid erupted from her pulsing center, drenching Dwayne's face and chest.

"HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD!" Amy cried out as she continued to squirt forcefully. "Don't stop, don't stop!"

Dwayne kept his fingers buried inside her, rubbing her g-spot as his tongue flicked rapidly over her throbbing clit. Amy's hips bucked wildly against his face as another flood of liquid sprayed from her spasming pussy.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" she wailed, her entire body shuddering with the intensity of her release.

Amy collapsed back against the wall, chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Dwayne leaned in, his tongue tracing a slow path up Amy's trembling inner thigh. He lapped eagerly at the juices coating her soft skin, savoring her tangy sweetness. His tongue swirled in circles, cleaning every droplet as he worked his way higher. When he reached the apex of her thighs, Dwayne buried his face in her dripping folds once more. He dragged his tongue along her slit, drinking in her essence. Amy's hips jerked involuntarily as he sucked her swollen lips into his mouth.

"Oh god," she gasped, fingers tangling in his hair. "It's too much..."

But Dwayne was relentless, determined to taste every last drop. His tongue probed deeper, licking her clean from the inside out. Amy's thighs quivered around his head as another small gush of fluid coated his eager mouth.

Amy's legs gave out and she slid down the wall, her body still quaking with aftershocks. Dwayne sat back on his heels, his face and chest glistening with her juices. They stared at each other in stunned silence for several moments.

"Holy shit," Amy finally whispered. "I've never... that was..."

"Incredible," Dwayne finished, his eyes wide with awe. "I didn't know you could..."

"Me neither," Amy said with a breathless laugh.

They fumbled to straighten their clothes, still dazed from the intensity of what had just transpired. Stumbling out of the supply closet on shaky legs, they blinked in the bright light of the hallway.

“So, um," Amy said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "Scott's leaving for Shanghai tomorrow. I was thinking my bedroom WiFi could use an upgrade. You know, bigger bandwidth and all that..."

Dwayne's lips curved into a knowing smirk. "I'd be happy to come over and check out your equipment Mrs. Park," he replied, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Amy giggled, feeling giddy and liberated. "Well then," she purred, "looks like I'm in for a very merry Christmas after all."