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The concept of an office party always works in theory -- what's better than fun, food and booze on the company dime? But the reality is rarely ever as promising. This shindig was dull, the music cheesy, and the food inedible. After exchanging obligatory pleasantries with her colleagues she slips away for a drink in the hopes that he will follow her lead.
Making her way to the dimly lit bar she motions to the bartender, “Sauvignon Blanc," she says as she nervously rifles through her clutch in search of a twenty. “I’m married, this is crazy,” she thinks. Never mind that the spark in her marriage had all but disappeared – she was a good Catholic schoolgirl and everything about this scenario – the adultery for starters, and the fact that she is old enough to be his mother – is strictly forbidden, punishable only by rotting in hell for eternity.
She'd met him several months earlier when she began working as a temp, reporting to him on a variety of mindless clerical chores. She was instantly attracted to his boyish charm but repressed her desire. Though unhappily married, she was spoken for nevertheless, so she didn’t make a habit of trolling for cock. But there was something different about this man, something comforting and familiar yet dark and mysterious. An exercise in contradictions that made her tingle deep inside whenever he was near.
Waiting on her drink, her mind darts back to the office where they subtly flirt over mundane tasks. She's pissed off and frustrated that he isn't reciprocating her covert gestures. "I don't get it," shaking her head lost in thought. He is gorgeous: smart, sexy, adorable…and standing right in front of her.
“Let me get this,” he whispers. “I hate these things,” nodding towards the party, “and besides, I’d really like to get to know you better.”
She looks into his deep brown eyes, her heart in her throat, and sputters a shy “thanks,” “ok,” or something equally benign. It didn’t matter. At this point she was tired of censoring herself around him amidst the eyes and ears of meddlesome desk jockeys. They were finally alone and she wanted him.
He seductively leans in, casually glancing at her décolletage. She’s seen this look from him before and is at once flattered but completely self-conscious. Brushing her hair to the side she feels her face flush and she looks down, her eyes focusing on the delicate arch of his pillowy lips. She trembles at the thought of them against her skin. They talk a little. He has a beautiful smile so she likes making him laugh. He knows that she wants him so he enjoys teasing her.
Looking up at him playfully she announces, "You know how I like to compliment you on your tie, or shirt, or what have you?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well, going forward you should mentally insert the phrase 'now, take it off' after each article of clothing I name," she quips.
"Duly noted," He chuckles, "it would certainly make our morning routine livelier." She giggles at her new found brazenness, her guard down as the effects of the wine settle in.
"As long as we're being honest," he says, "I've often imagined what goes on under those sexy little dresses of yours." She works hard to maintain her youthful appearance, and often gets mistaken for a woman a dozen years younger. She's pleased that he's noticed.
Reaching towards him, she coquettishly fondles his tie. "Ha," she tosses her head back, "you're going to have to wait to find out, I’m a classy broad and I hardly know you."
He leans in even closer and squeezes her forearm, “I'm done waiting,” he taunts.
Taking her by the hand he leads her to a secluded spot in the back of the restaurant. In the dark all modesty melts away. The usual awkwardness and sexual tension that punctuates their daily meetings is replaced with the delicious anticipation of their impending tryst. He wraps his arms around her and she is enveloped in the warmth of his touch. His lean physique is strong against her and she feels completely safe and relaxed.
She places her hands on the back of his head, tenderly runs her fingers through his hair and caresses his neck. They kiss slowly at first savoring every line, every curve, every breath. Her pulse quickens as he persists -- he is a good kisser, better than she had envisioned. He lingers over her pout, hesitating just enough and teasing her with his tongue. Possessed, she surrenders in total submission. Kissing her neck softly, he stealthily makes his way up to whisper in her ear, "I want you so bad." Her moist slit is ready for him.
She reaches down toward his black trousers, her favorite pair because of how nicely they showcase his package. Tugging at the zipper to release her prize, her eyes widen in admiration as his very hard cock springs forward. She kneels down, eager for a taste but he impatiently pulls her up towards him.
“What’s the matter?” she asks, “Don’t you want me to suck you? I’m really good at it...I’ll even let you cum on my tits -- you’ve been staring at them for months after all.”
“No,” he swallows hard, “You have a dirty mouth which I will put to good use later, but right now I want to fuck you.” Zipping up he spots the restroom, places his hand on the small of her back and guides her toward the door.
"The crapper," she whispers, "really?"
He laughs, "Hey, I'm nothing if not classy." They enter the small room with its acrid smell of cleanser and antiseptic hand soap -- it's not exactly her lair of choice but she was horny as hell and this moment was long overdue.
Driving her against the sink, he runs his hands roughly up her skirt raising it to reveal her black garter and silk stockings. He shudders at the perfection of her milky white thighs, his eyes focusing on the junction where her long supple legs meet their barely concealed treasure. His prick braced stiffly against his torso, she runs her hand along the length of the shaft and deftly unleashes it once again; his pants fall in a crumpled heap on the floor. He pushes her sheer thong aside and rams into her warm wet cunt. They’ve both longed for this moment and the connection is so electric they gasp.
Wrapping her legs around him she balances her stilettos on the wall and whispers, “don’t stop – you're going to make me cum so hard.” He obliges, thrusting deeply into her and slides his hands down her back stopping to knead her bum and thighs.
“I love your tight little ass,” he pants and she flashes a coy smile.
Clasping the back of his neck with her left hand she unfastens her blouse with her right. She pulls him towards her ample breasts, which spill over her lacy demi bra. His warm breath tickles as he traces her erect nipples with his tongue, stopping only to suck and nibble softly. Moaning, she rakes her fingers across his back and rubs his shoulders. The glimpse of his sinewy frame makes her even hotter.
“Please fuck me from behind,” she begs.
Without missing a beat he pushes her up against the wall, spreads her legs and enters her. She arches her back while he wraps his arms around her waist and reaches down to finger her clit. Writhing ecstatically, her hands slither back and forth across the wall.
“You like how I fuck you don’t you?” he growls.
“Yes,” she responds breathlessly.
“You’ve wanted my cock inside you, haven’t you?”
“Yes, badly.”
Pushing harder he grunts, “Are you going to cum for me?”
“Yes…yes…yes,” she chants, her swollen pussy aching for the release. His movements become more forceful and she matches his rhythm until she feels his body tense up. Holding her hips tightly, he explodes inside her. The feeling of his hot sticky semen rushing up inside of her is powerful and overwhelming.
He pulls out and rests his slick cock in between her ass cheeks. Wanting more, her hand speeds greedily downward to stroke her lush lips.
He is transfixed by the site and coaxes her, "Goddamn woman you are sexy -- can I watch?"
"Please," she whimpers, her fingers sliding in and out of her kempt mound.
With her back still towards him she leans over the sink while he reaches around her with his right arm and nestles it in the hollow between her breasts resting his hand on her left shoulder. His voice furtively thrums in her ear as her fingers explore her delectably sweet honeypot.
"You're a bad girl, aren't you," he chastises, his left hand runs up and down her left thigh, giving her a little smack with each turn. He watches their reflection in the mirror and the view makes him hard again. She is blown away by his recovery time -- a welcome bonus that comes with fucking a guy nearly 20 years her junior.
"More...I need more," he murmurs and slams back into her snatch. His hips make a slapping sound as their bodies reconnect, and she flashes him a devious smile in the mirror as she feels the weight of his balls bounce against her ass.
"Go...go...harder...make me proud," she purrs. She chooses this word proud deliberately; relishing the role reversal where he must subordinate to her for a change.
He doesn't disappoint. He fucks her hard and fast and, as she grinds against him, she feels her orgasm build. Her hips buck and her muscles clench gripping his cock with her cunt until it is raw. The result is an all consuming and dizzying bliss that emanates from every nerve in her body.
Completely spent, they collapse into each other's arms. With a conspiratorial smile they kiss and fumble quickly to get dressed and return to the party. She glides past him and quickly makes her way back to the bar. He follows shortly thereafter stopping to greet his buddy on the way.
"Great party, huh dude?"
"Yeah bro," he responds, "epic."
-Anonymous
Making her way to the dimly lit bar she motions to the bartender, “Sauvignon Blanc," she says as she nervously rifles through her clutch in search of a twenty. “I’m married, this is crazy,” she thinks. Never mind that the spark in her marriage had all but disappeared – she was a good Catholic schoolgirl and everything about this scenario – the adultery for starters, and the fact that she is old enough to be his mother – is strictly forbidden, punishable only by rotting in hell for eternity.
She'd met him several months earlier when she began working as a temp, reporting to him on a variety of mindless clerical chores. She was instantly attracted to his boyish charm but repressed her desire. Though unhappily married, she was spoken for nevertheless, so she didn’t make a habit of trolling for cock. But there was something different about this man, something comforting and familiar yet dark and mysterious. An exercise in contradictions that made her tingle deep inside whenever he was near.
Waiting on her drink, her mind darts back to the office where they subtly flirt over mundane tasks. She's pissed off and frustrated that he isn't reciprocating her covert gestures. "I don't get it," shaking her head lost in thought. He is gorgeous: smart, sexy, adorable…and standing right in front of her.
“Let me get this,” he whispers. “I hate these things,” nodding towards the party, “and besides, I’d really like to get to know you better.”
She looks into his deep brown eyes, her heart in her throat, and sputters a shy “thanks,” “ok,” or something equally benign. It didn’t matter. At this point she was tired of censoring herself around him amidst the eyes and ears of meddlesome desk jockeys. They were finally alone and she wanted him.
He seductively leans in, casually glancing at her décolletage. She’s seen this look from him before and is at once flattered but completely self-conscious. Brushing her hair to the side she feels her face flush and she looks down, her eyes focusing on the delicate arch of his pillowy lips. She trembles at the thought of them against her skin. They talk a little. He has a beautiful smile so she likes making him laugh. He knows that she wants him so he enjoys teasing her.
Looking up at him playfully she announces, "You know how I like to compliment you on your tie, or shirt, or what have you?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well, going forward you should mentally insert the phrase 'now, take it off' after each article of clothing I name," she quips.
"Duly noted," He chuckles, "it would certainly make our morning routine livelier." She giggles at her new found brazenness, her guard down as the effects of the wine settle in.
"As long as we're being honest," he says, "I've often imagined what goes on under those sexy little dresses of yours." She works hard to maintain her youthful appearance, and often gets mistaken for a woman a dozen years younger. She's pleased that he's noticed.
Reaching towards him, she coquettishly fondles his tie. "Ha," she tosses her head back, "you're going to have to wait to find out, I’m a classy broad and I hardly know you."
He leans in even closer and squeezes her forearm, “I'm done waiting,” he taunts.
Taking her by the hand he leads her to a secluded spot in the back of the restaurant. In the dark all modesty melts away. The usual awkwardness and sexual tension that punctuates their daily meetings is replaced with the delicious anticipation of their impending tryst. He wraps his arms around her and she is enveloped in the warmth of his touch. His lean physique is strong against her and she feels completely safe and relaxed.
She places her hands on the back of his head, tenderly runs her fingers through his hair and caresses his neck. They kiss slowly at first savoring every line, every curve, every breath. Her pulse quickens as he persists -- he is a good kisser, better than she had envisioned. He lingers over her pout, hesitating just enough and teasing her with his tongue. Possessed, she surrenders in total submission. Kissing her neck softly, he stealthily makes his way up to whisper in her ear, "I want you so bad." Her moist slit is ready for him.
She reaches down toward his black trousers, her favorite pair because of how nicely they showcase his package. Tugging at the zipper to release her prize, her eyes widen in admiration as his very hard cock springs forward. She kneels down, eager for a taste but he impatiently pulls her up towards him.
“What’s the matter?” she asks, “Don’t you want me to suck you? I’m really good at it...I’ll even let you cum on my tits -- you’ve been staring at them for months after all.”
“No,” he swallows hard, “You have a dirty mouth which I will put to good use later, but right now I want to fuck you.” Zipping up he spots the restroom, places his hand on the small of her back and guides her toward the door.
"The crapper," she whispers, "really?"
He laughs, "Hey, I'm nothing if not classy." They enter the small room with its acrid smell of cleanser and antiseptic hand soap -- it's not exactly her lair of choice but she was horny as hell and this moment was long overdue.
Driving her against the sink, he runs his hands roughly up her skirt raising it to reveal her black garter and silk stockings. He shudders at the perfection of her milky white thighs, his eyes focusing on the junction where her long supple legs meet their barely concealed treasure. His prick braced stiffly against his torso, she runs her hand along the length of the shaft and deftly unleashes it once again; his pants fall in a crumpled heap on the floor. He pushes her sheer thong aside and rams into her warm wet cunt. They’ve both longed for this moment and the connection is so electric they gasp.
Wrapping her legs around him she balances her stilettos on the wall and whispers, “don’t stop – you're going to make me cum so hard.” He obliges, thrusting deeply into her and slides his hands down her back stopping to knead her bum and thighs.
“I love your tight little ass,” he pants and she flashes a coy smile.
Clasping the back of his neck with her left hand she unfastens her blouse with her right. She pulls him towards her ample breasts, which spill over her lacy demi bra. His warm breath tickles as he traces her erect nipples with his tongue, stopping only to suck and nibble softly. Moaning, she rakes her fingers across his back and rubs his shoulders. The glimpse of his sinewy frame makes her even hotter.
“Please fuck me from behind,” she begs.
Without missing a beat he pushes her up against the wall, spreads her legs and enters her. She arches her back while he wraps his arms around her waist and reaches down to finger her clit. Writhing ecstatically, her hands slither back and forth across the wall.
“You like how I fuck you don’t you?” he growls.
“Yes,” she responds breathlessly.
“You’ve wanted my cock inside you, haven’t you?”
“Yes, badly.”
Pushing harder he grunts, “Are you going to cum for me?”
“Yes…yes…yes,” she chants, her swollen pussy aching for the release. His movements become more forceful and she matches his rhythm until she feels his body tense up. Holding her hips tightly, he explodes inside her. The feeling of his hot sticky semen rushing up inside of her is powerful and overwhelming.
He pulls out and rests his slick cock in between her ass cheeks. Wanting more, her hand speeds greedily downward to stroke her lush lips.
He is transfixed by the site and coaxes her, "Goddamn woman you are sexy -- can I watch?"
"Please," she whimpers, her fingers sliding in and out of her kempt mound.
With her back still towards him she leans over the sink while he reaches around her with his right arm and nestles it in the hollow between her breasts resting his hand on her left shoulder. His voice furtively thrums in her ear as her fingers explore her delectably sweet honeypot.
"You're a bad girl, aren't you," he chastises, his left hand runs up and down her left thigh, giving her a little smack with each turn. He watches their reflection in the mirror and the view makes him hard again. She is blown away by his recovery time -- a welcome bonus that comes with fucking a guy nearly 20 years her junior.
"More...I need more," he murmurs and slams back into her snatch. His hips make a slapping sound as their bodies reconnect, and she flashes him a devious smile in the mirror as she feels the weight of his balls bounce against her ass.
"Go...go...harder...make me proud," she purrs. She chooses this word proud deliberately; relishing the role reversal where he must subordinate to her for a change.
He doesn't disappoint. He fucks her hard and fast and, as she grinds against him, she feels her orgasm build. Her hips buck and her muscles clench gripping his cock with her cunt until it is raw. The result is an all consuming and dizzying bliss that emanates from every nerve in her body.
Completely spent, they collapse into each other's arms. With a conspiratorial smile they kiss and fumble quickly to get dressed and return to the party. She glides past him and quickly makes her way back to the bar. He follows shortly thereafter stopping to greet his buddy on the way.
"Great party, huh dude?"
"Yeah bro," he responds, "epic."
-Anonymous
