As per my profile I've been lucky to have a number of 'friends' over a couple of decades working across the country for several large companies in senior field roles. I was always super careful as I was married, and didn't want any drama with miscommunication or feelings creeping in that could complicate things so most of my fun was with those who already had partners or married. This was one of the few times the person in question was single. Anything I write will be 100% accurate and true with names and places changed for discretion as you'd expect. This one is a little lengthy.
Sarah was new to the organisation, as my colleagues and I came into the meeting room, she was busy putting paper packs out on the desks, none of us had ever seen her before, and were busy in an existing conversation. We saw our usual business partner Denise, and chatted briefly and she introduced us to Sarah. She was confident, had what I can only describe as a mischievous smile, and our eyes locked for slightly longer than they should have before we carried on our conversation about some issues we were having getting people to work for us. Suddenly out of nowhere Sarah piped up that I was wrong in my view. To say I was pissed off was an understatement. We went back and forth but she held her ground before Denise steered the conversation onto other matters. As Sarah stepped behind her desk to sit down our eyes locked again, and there was definitely a glint in hers before she resumed her work. As the days meeting progressed, I took the opportunity to take a look at her more closely.
A size 10/12, 5'4, dirty blonde, shoulder length hair, late 30's grey business suit, skirt just above the knee, an impressive pair of tits concealed under a sheer cream top paired with some sexy, yet somehow professional boots just below the knee. Tights or stockings I couldn't tell, but the way she carried herself, her confidence and overall demeanour made me feel more and more attracted to her as the day wore on, oh and those fabulous nails!
We chatted more over lunch and the latter half of the afternoon, and I was determined to find a way to get her number. It was becoming clear she would be a partner for a number of us which was great. At the end of the day I got her number from Denise and dropped her a cheeky message that evening welcoming her and thanking her for putting me in my place with a wink. It wasn't long before she replied with a thank you and an lol. I offered to take her for lunch the next day which I did, and we began to get to know each other professionally and slowly, personally.
Fast forward a few weeks and we were chatting regularly, flirting outrageously and clearly feeling each other out for intentions. She was single, hadn't been able to find 'the one' yet and had been 'the mistress' more than once and didn't want that again. She also had an early teen daughter she was bringing up alone. I made it clear where I was at, not wanting drama, but also not about to lie to her and tell her I wanted to be in a relationship just for a chance to have sex with her. But also making it clear she really turned me on, and her saying similar and the unusual chemistry we both felt.
Because I stayed away next to our head office 3 days a week and she lived locally, we went to the pub and couple of times and then one night she invited me over for a takeaway. I arrived at hers and she came out to greet me. She was wearing tight, figure hugging jeans which clung to her gorgeous legs, thighs and arse like a second skin, and a ferrari red polo shirt being very amply filled by those gorgeous full tits. I handed her a bottle of wine, pecked her on the cheek and in I went. She introduced me to her daughter, who was lovely and had some great banter with her mum, and we sat down just chatting and gently flirting while I took small sips of the wine as I was driving. Sarah on the other hand was a little more liberal and before long the food had been and gone, her daughter was in bed and we were getting closer and closer on the couch.
Before long we found ourselves kissing, her tongue and mine exploring each others mouths, my cock hardening rapidly, and my hands enjoying the feel of those second skin jeans on her thighs, before I allowed my right hand to come up and stroke her nipple through her shirt, the low moan she let out told me all I needed to know about how sensitive those were going to be. Her hand found the ridge in my jeans, and she dragged her nails over it, causing my solid cock to push hard against the fabric seeking out more of her touch. I could feel my balls beginning to ache, and we came up for air.
'Wow, great kisser' she said. I thanked her and said it took two to tango. She beamed.
She explained she was worried about going further with her daughter upstairs. I acknowledged that, and although disappointed I did not want to risk not exploring this highly sexy woman further even at a later date. We got up and went into the kitchen to get another drink, me a soft one and her some more wine. We bantered away, she looked at the ridge in my jeans and remarked that I was not a little boy and that it must be uncomfortable for me. I laughed and said it was all her fault. She giggled and said she was sorry about that, but that she was a little uncomfortable herself, and was feeling very hot and bothered under the thong!
Our eyes continued staring at each other and I went in for another snog. This time I gripped that fabulous arse and pulled her to me. I could feel those big firm tits pressed against my chest and I pressed my groin against her so she could feel the effect she was having on me. I eased my hand down the back of her jeans and cupped her arse cheek, she moaned into my mouth, her tongue lashing mine. With her tiny thong, being able to feel almost her bare arse was incredible and I eased my hand down closer to slip my fingers under the bottom of it and the fabulously wet slit beneath. She practically growled at me as my fingers found there target. I could reach no further, my arm was fully extended, I teased them in and out of her before she pulled away from me with a wild look in her eyes.
I made a show of her tasting her juices off my fingers and then offered them to her. She held my hand and sucked my fingers slowly while staring me right in the eyes. She stopped, leaned over to the wall and flicked off the lights. We were now in semi darkness, the kitchen remotely illuminated by light spilling in the from the lounge. She dropped to her knees and looked up at me, 'come on then, unbuckle it' she said. I didn't need asking twice and I released my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. Her hands were slowly rubbing up and down the front of my jeans over the ridge, and she curled those nails over the top and tugged my jeans and shorts down to my knees releasing me. I am a 7 or 8 inch depending on how turned on I am (gents, you know what its like) and I was definitely at the latter end. She kneeled up and engulfed me in that mouth.
Theres no other word for it, she was simply sensational. Enthusiastic, she seemed to be loving it every bit as much as me. Her moans as she sucked were causing me to feel like my cock was growing and growing. Her eye contact said she was completely in control and the image of those well manicured nails from one hand wrapped round my cock while the others were teasing and stroking my heavy bare balls will live with me forever. I didn't want it to stop. Just when I felt this could end more prematurely than I wanted, she stopped, stood up and gave me the sexiest snog and said she was off to the loo and to make myself decent in case her daughter came down. I didn't know what to do with myself, other than make myself decent, which I did and made my way to the sofa.
She returned from the loo and we were snogging again, this time I began to unbutton her jeans, expecting her to stop me, but she didn't. I slipped my hand in, underneath the satin feeling material past what must have been a light crop of hair on her mound and between the silky wet lips of her pussy. She gave a guttural growl as I did, and pulled her head back from our kiss. She looked me in the eye, and said 'careful what you start here'. I dragged my middle finger over her clit, and she flung her head back with a loud moan, any thoughts of her daughter upstairs seemingly not relevant now.
I decided to take my opportunity, and I got between her legs, finished undoing her jeans completely and tugged them hard as she lifted her arse off the sofa. I peeled them of her, thinking she'd surely object now. She didn't, she just opened her legs, adjusted her little thong pulling it to one side and her hand met the back of my head as I feasted on that molten slit. She was musky and yet sweet. I teased her mercilessly, wanting to take my time, but also not wanting to miss out on fucking her, all the while concerned her daughter may get up and ruin the night at any moment. She thrust her mound up at me, gyrating into my face and lifted my mouth to hers so she could taste herself off me. As I did so, I slipped my hand under her shirt and bra in one movement. The heavy flesh in my hand, my thumb felt for her nipple, and that deep moan came again. Now my mouth was locked with hers, I was half standing, half leaning and my leg muscles were aching. Then I felt her tugging at my belt again, 'come on, fuck me' she whispered. 'We'll have to be quick. We'll have longer another time' Music to my ears.
I didn't need asking twice, I dropped my jeans and shorts, took one leg out of both and fished out the condoms I'd brought just in case. She didn't bat an eyelid, and just slowly wanked my cock for me while I undid the wrapper. I eased it on and dropped to my knees and pulled her arse to edge of the sofa. I don't think I've ever been harder in my life. She was fixed on my eyes and then down to her slit and my cock. She spat on her hand and lubed up the end of the condom covering my cock. I gentle shuffled forward until by thick swollen head eased into her. 'Fuck, fuck'! She almost shouted before clamping her hand over her mouth. I stopped, she looked at me with pleading eyes, I wasn't sure if I was hurting her, and then her hand was on my thigh pulling me into her. I was almost fully into her, slowly she was adjusting, and then she just said, 'all of it please'. Cheeky cow. So I gave her a final almost savage thrust. She practically snarled at me. 'Do me then'.
I began, slow deep thrusts, trying to prevent myself coming in less than 5 seconds. Her eyes were locked on me, flicking from mine to my naked bottom half, shirt covered top, her molten slit. My cock pulling her lips out every time I let it slip out of her before I plunged it back in. I lifted her legs over my shoulders so she could feel me really deep, her face contorting in lust and pure carnal pleasure. Mine likewise. I was not going to last long. I leaned forward and told her she was a dirty fuck and I was going to squirt. 'I'm nearly there' she panted. I slipped that hand under her shirt and felt for her nipple, as I found it and tugged on it hard, it seemed to completely set her off. She clamped that hand over her mouth again stifling her deep moans. I felt her slippery hole tighten and that was it for me, cascades of thick white spunk being caught by the rubber, protecting her bare slit from being filled with my semen. My balls ached with their work. Sarah was panting hard, and my legs were beginning to shake as I withdrew, my cock still pulsing.
She leaned over and grabbed a tissue from her side table and handed it to me as I slipped the condom off. 'Wrap it up and I'll deal with it she said'. I turned and practically fell on to the sofa. She leaned over and snogged me. "Fuck me' she said, we're going to have to do that again'. 'Yeah, when someone else isn't here' I said, looking up.
'Shit, yes, get dressed' she said, 'Just in case'.
With that I did my best to put my jeans back on with very shakey legs. I saw her ease those tight jeans back on before buttoning up after adjusting what now looked like a two tone coloured dark thong. A quick bra adjustment later and we looked vaguely normal, if not a little flushed.
Another kiss later, and it was gone midnight and we both had to be in the same meeting the next morning at 9. She saw me out with a final kiss and a grope and I headed back to my hotel, where I must have been asleep before my head hit the pillow.
