Mads & Nate Seasonal Affection

Author's Note: For a complete list of Madison and Nate stories and their chronological order, see my profile page. Please note that stories aren't necessarily posted in order.

*****

Nate stood; his pants puddled around his feet. In either hand he held one of Madison's legs, just behind the knee, up off of the desk. His breathing was coming back to normal and he was painfully aware that his erection was fading. And how much she was leaking. The two of them were forehead to forehead; Madison was catching her breath as well. She had one arm around his neck, the other holding up the front of the dress.

"Damn Skippy, that was a banger."

"Hell yeah," replied Nate. "What do we do now?"

*****

Two days earlier...

Madison and Nate had just broken the recent dry spell. The press of life during the Holidays had conspired against them...

Nate kissed her for the first time since their morning sex started. Their tongues mingling for a few wonderful seconds.

"Merry Christmas... vacation," said he.

"And on the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a solid pounding. Good thing you're such a talented hottie otherwise I might be cross with you for the early hour."

His soft old flannel shirt never looked so good as on her in this moment. Well mostly on, she hadn't rebuttoned it yet so he was getting a beautiful view of her breasts. And come to think of it, the damp blue panties she had left on during the act. Who was he to judge? He was still poking out of his shorts...

Nate propped himself up on an elbow. "First Christmas together."

"I know. And not the last if I have anything to say about it. Best present I've ever gotten."

"Same. My God, has it only been five months?"

"It seems like it sped by and we've been together forever," she said. Madison gave him a light kiss. "Thanks, this was an outstanding idea, a great way to start the Holiday. We have to do Friday nights again."

"How about we go dancing for one of them?" Nate kissed her back.

"I like the cut of you jib Sir."

Then Madison turned on him.

"There best be coffee," she said, adding. "In bed. Soon."

Nate bit his lip in exaggerated fashion and rolled away from her.

*****

Mugs in hand, Mads and Nate lay in bed.

"I found a nice dress for the Christmas party; I think you'll like it."

"I'm sure of it. Do I get a preview?"

"Nope. I'm a tease and I'm going to let you stew. Besides, even after this morning you're going to ravish me when you see it."

"That's a coin flip."

"There's a chance you won't ravish me?" Her brow creased.

"Not necessarily when I see it. I might wait five, ten whole minutes first, build suspense. Whatcha wearing, uh, under it?"

"Hah! That's the best part. Forget stewing, I'll let you marinate first."

*****

Two nights later was the party, being held at Nate's office building. Initially Mads thought it a poor choice of venue until he told her in detail about the three story atrium decked out in white lights and the mammoth Christmas tree. It was to be catered for and there'd be music, (but no dancing, swing or otherwise).

Nate's heart rate rose while waiting for Madison to exit the bedroom. He was not disappointed. Madison's dress was a beautiful Christmas red, long sleeve, calf length. He didn't get the full effect because she was holding her matching heels in one hand. That did bring attention to what he could see of her legs. Black stockings? Entirely possible, she might have kept the ones from a few months ago even though she wasn't big on garter belts.

Madison was smiling, she clearly knew something was going on. Slowly she did a 360-degree rotation, showing off the back of the dress. What there was of it. The low scoop showed off her back stylishly without being crass. Completing the turn, she looked at him beaming.

"They're going to need sunglasses, I don't know for which one more, the dress or that smile." He laughed when she did the little curtsey. "All right, got to know; stockings?"

"Hah! I'm not giving it up that easily. Use your imagination." Sotto voce she added "It's not like you won't find out later." She held her arms out, gave him a playful look as if he was missing something and did another rotation. Nate caught on.

"No bra?"

"Boob tape," she said simply. There was no way to carry one off.

"Is it hard to remove?" He was genuinely curious and it came out in his voice.

"Either way I'm sure I'll need help" she said with an impish expression.

Nate stood at attention. "Permission to ravish?"

Madison, hands on hips replied.

"That was never five minutes."

*****

Despite the banter no sex was had. Madison explained that the dress would get mussed, was dry clean only and then there was the boob tape. They decided to defer it to later.

It was rainy and breezy outside; the chance of a Christmas snow was sadly low. Madison briefly regretted the lack of a dress back even with the coat she wore. Fortunately, the parking deck at their destination provided sufficient protection on the other end.

The atrium didn't disappoint. It was cavernous with balconies on the second and third floors. People were eating, drinking and mingling. Light music provided a soundtrack. How they'd gotten a two story live tree in there was a mystery to all, although the engineers present kept speculating.

Madison was sure Nate was proudly showing her off; both for her brains and her beauty.

They ran into Allan, Nate's friend who introduced him to swing dancing. (He jokingly took credit for their relationship). Madison had taken an instant liking to him and had tried to set him up with several of her friends, so far without success.

Later, Nate pointed out an attractive blond in a simple yet flattering black dress and the man accompanying her. They were headed their way.

"That's Kristen and Steve."

Kristen was a member of Nate's software development team. He'd told Madison that she might be more talented than he.

"She's not entirely unattractive," observed Madison.

"You're better. Hand to God," he said in an under voice. Mads gave his hand a squeeze.

"Hi, Kristen. You're Steve, right?" The two men shook hands. "This is Madison." Mads gave a shy little wave.

"Nice to meet you," said Kristen to her. "I've heard good things. Over and over and over..." She shot a mischievous look at Nate. Madison found her footing.

"And you come highly regarded."

"Nate is easily impressed," she replied, deflecting the compliment.

Addressing both Madison and Nate, Steve interjected. "Don't try to convince her otherwise, Lord knows I've tried."

"Fair warning, Mads works for the distinguished competition," said Nate referring to their usual corporate competitor. He was hoping to kickstart a line of conversation. It worked.

*****

Later...

"Where'd you go to school?" inquired Madison out of genuine interest.

"Auburn." Kristen got an impressed look back.

"I hear you get a quality high school education there," said Mads enthusiastically, deciding to have some fun.

Kristen barely suppressed a smile. "And you?"

"Stevens." It lagged only a little behind MIT in reputation.

"Majored in Elizabethan Poetry, did we?" replied Kristen.

Madison gave her a little nod, conceding the point, and smiling back. She'd found a worthy adversary.

"Good school," said Kristen much more seriously. Madison matched her.

"So's Auburn." She got one of her devilish looks. "Maybe we can have a rematch someday, compare Master's programs." Kristen smiled at the challenge.

Madison looked to Steve.

"You know Steve, I think these two want to compare notes on us, what do you say we get something to drink."

"Excellent idea Madison," he offered her his arm. She tossed a happy look over her shoulder at Nate.

They wandered off leaving Kristen and Nate standing there, watching them. The two chatted about work related things as well as Steve for a while and then switched topics.

"Nate, if you don't marry her I will. She's the whole package. Despite the Auburn crack"

"Yes, she is. But I think it'll be a little while yet. The ex did her over good."

"Anything like Princess Kasey?"

"Male version. Maybe slightly worse."

"Damn. Listen, if she ever needs a friend tell her I'd be happy to help. I got Steve through his divorce, I like to think at least. OK, not marriage yet, how about moving in together?"

"Working on it. I'm not sure I want to do it during the holidays. Lots of people think it's romantic and then it flames out."

"You guys got this; one look proves it. If you want to get here," she held up her hand with its wedding ring. "Moving in is the first step. Seriously, go for it."

Madison and Steve walked up about then. All she heard was the last sentence with the ring being waved around. Her mind blanked.

*****

Kristen and Steve moved on shortly thereafter. Nate was sure his coworker wanted to give him some space to pitch the idea of living together.

"Hey, would you like to see my office? There's something I want to talk to you about." Mads nodded numbly.

Oh my God, what the Hell do I do? I'm not ready to marry him! I mean I'm going to, so why not now? What the Hell do I do...

Nate's office was modest in line with his position, not that Madison noticed. He had her sit down and stood facing her.

"All right Mads, I've given this a lot of thought. I wasn't sure whether or not to do this during the holidays in case it all went wrong."

All went wrong? What the fuck is he talking about? Does he know something I don't?

"This has been coming for a while now, Hell, probably since the second week we were together. Wow, this is more difficult than I thought."

Madison struggled to speak.

"OK, will you... "

"YES! Yes, I'll marry you!"

All went quiet except for the far away party sounds. It was Nate's turn to be poleaxed.

"Uh, what?"

Madison realized that something had gone very wrong. "Didn't you invite me up here to propose."

"Uh... no. I wanted to know if you'd move in with me. Or me with you. Or whatever. Do you want to get married?"

"That's no way to ask!"

Why the hell am I arguing?

"Ah... Stop, let's go back. You want us to move in together, right?"

"Yes," he said.

"And not get married?"

"Yes. Well not yet. Let's be serious, I will be asking you one day. I've told you you're stuck with me... unless you don't want to be... "

Madison's eyes rolled. "Stop blathering Nate." She scrubbed her face with her hands, not realizing that she was smudging the makeup she seldom wore.

"Of course we'll get married one day. I'd have to be dangerously insane not to. And I am not dangerously insane, (recent evidence to the contrary). What were you and Kristen talking about, she was waving her wedding ring around!"

Nate was starting to chuckle. "She was encouraging us to move in together! Said that we wouldn't get to married unless we did." Madison's head fell back, she stared at the ceiling.

"Well fuck me. We're a pair of idiots aren't we?" She turned and looked at him, starting to smile. "I love you you idiot."

"Same to you you idiot. So I guess we're roomies."

"I'd say so."

"So, you want to?"

"What?"

"Fuck."

Madison looked around the office. "Well, it is a nice office. It'd be a shame to waste it." She shook her head. "We have got to get married, no one else would have us."

"Kristen was eyeing you up."

"Oooh, I have options."

"I've never had sex in my office before."

"So, you're tempted?"

"I suggested it. Besides I've got to find out what you've got under there."

Nate held out both his hands, she took them, stood and fell into his arms. There was no way he'd let that much exposed back go untouched. Several kisses later he pried himself away from her to lock the door. Then they got back to it.

Nate ran his hands up from her waist to cup her breasts... and stopped. Madison let out a curse.

"It's the goddamn boob tape!"

"Yeah, they're locked up pretty tight. Pull the top of the dress down?"

"I don't know if I can put the tape back on, it took work the first time." Madison got him in a firm lip lock. They traded a few sensual kisses.

"And I know the door's locked but I don't want to get all starkers." More kisses followed; she ran her hands over Nate's ass. He felt himself stiffening from her touch.

"How about just pull the dress up?" He was still trying to find a way to caress her breasts.

"I'm not sure how to work it. And I've got to go back out there... "

Nate sucked on her tongue.

.".. and I can't look like a trainwreck... "

She attacked his neck.

.".. forget about come all over the dress... Dammit, this is the slowest quicky in history!"

"Tell them it's dip...." Both knew he wasn't serious. "I'll go down on you."

"Hell no! We came to fuck and by God we're going to fuck!"

"Bend over the desk?" Now he was working at her neck.

"Moot point. I'm not wet enough yet, sorry, this is taking too long... a little to the left. Uhhh... I got it! Go down on me and then we fuck. Oh, the hell with it."

Madison turned around, desk behind her, and started to pull the dress up.

Nate got the answer to the mystery; she was wearing thigh highs and string bikini panties the color of the dress.

"Holy shit...."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, get to work mister!"

The underwear flew off in a random direction. Madison had gathered up the dress, pulling it out of his way. Nate moved like he had a purpose. He put in a masterful performance getting her where she needed to be. Soon Nate was working her G spot while nibbling on her. Madison dropped one hand, holding his head against her. That half of the dress fell over him, partially obscuring him from view. Nate disengaged and stood, fumbling with his belt. Madison scooted until her bare ass rested on the desk, tugging on the dress to arrange it just right.

Nate grabbed a leg in each hand and tilted her back a little bit for a better angle of attack. And then realized he'd have to let one leg go because he didn't trust that he could find his way in without a helping hand. Madison, focused on only one thing, shifted some more dress to her left hand, which was getting full, and guided him in with her right.

Both of them moaned simultaneously. Nate grabbed her hips and thrust. Mads wrapped her right hand around his neck and pulled him close into a hungry, sloppy kiss. Madison had made up for lost time, she was dripping wet and on a rapid ascent to orgasm.

The distant part of Nate's mind was amazed at the feel of the thigh highs, they were softer than he thought they would be. Stealing a glance down he saw himself pumping into Mads, the view framed by the stockings and their lacy tops.

Oh, that did it...

"Here comes!"

Nate unloaded into her, his knees going weak but he didn't dare falter. Instead, he pushed deeper, sealed himself against her and kept coming.

Madison felt his explosion and detonated as well. She clutched Nate to herself one handed, bunched up dress in the other. Her orgasm kept rolling through her like aftershocks of an earthquake.

They shuddered to a halt.

Nate stood; his pants puddled around his feet. In either hand he held one of Madison's stockinged legs, just behind the knee, up off of the desk. His erection was fading and she was leaking. She had one arm around his neck, the other still holding her dress.

"Damn Skippy, that was a banger."

"Hell yeah," replied Nate. "What do we do now?"

"I'm ready to take up smoking myself." It was so Madison. "I think you're in the clear. I hope. Just pull out."

Nate backed off and stared down trying to do a damage assessment. His eyes kept returning to the sight of all that red material framing her swollen nakedness.

"Uh, dress took a few hits. Looks like there're all underneath. We'll see when you stand up." Nate reached out and snagged a box of paper office wipes and handed them to her.

"Bad news."

Madison's eyes flew wide.

"The stockings are a write off." She gave him the gimlet eye. "On the upside, I now know lace is great for mopping up come."

*****

Mads tossed the hosiery in the trash. Nate thought about pulling them out and disposing of them elsewhere but figured the cleaning staff was familiar with Christmas party behavior. Her string underwear took a few minutes to find, Nate had flung them far.

"You're picking up the dry cleaning bill," she informed him.

"Happily. You'll need the dress for your company Christmas party next year. I can't wait to fuck you in your office."

"I have a cubicle."

"You're imagining it though, aren't you?"

"Damn you."

*****

The couple pulled themselves together as best as possible and returned to the party. Madison wandered over to the bar to find both of them something to rehydrate with. Nate ran into Kristen.

"So, you're living together now."

"Huh... "

"I recognize a celebratory boff when I see one. I couldn't walk for three days after we bought the house. Plus, Madison's stockings are gone and that sure ain't dip on her dress, but that's the story I'd go with."

Incoherent syllables were coming out of Nate's mouth.

Kristen sighed wistfully.

"Do you know how many people are playing slap and tickle in this building at this moment? Makes me wish I had more than a cubicle."

"I know an office that's free. Only don't look in the trash."

"You're the best boss... "

*****

Madison walked over to Nate and handed him a glass.

"Sorry, no Gatorade. So, what now?"

"Let's go hit the buffet, I hear the dip's good."

*****

Postscript

This story was delayed for reasons beyond my control so I posted Spring Break in its place. Hopefully the references to Kristen and Steve there make more sense now.

Xmas is still far away but I figured what the hell. It's also one of their first major holidays and falls into the continuing timeline so why wait?