Sian, a 55 year old Milf, had just returned from her lunch break, eager to tackle the afternoon's tasks. But as she approached her boss's office, she heard peculiar sounds coming from within. Her curiosity piqued, she decided to investigate, never expecting to stumble upon a scene that would forever change her perspective on her elderly superior.

She gently pushed the door open, revealing a sight that made her heart race.

There, in the dimly lit office, sat Mr. Carter, her 70-year-old boss, his wrinkled hands wrapped around his aged cock, stroking it with a fervour that surprised even himself.

The object of his desire was a computer screen displaying Sian's personal profile on a swingers' website, Swinging Heaven. The profile featured her sultry photos, showcasing her curvaceous body and inviting smile.

Sian stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes locked on the scene before her. She felt a rush of emotions—shock, embarrassment, and an unexpected surge of arousal. She had never imagined her boss, a respected and seemingly stoic figure, indulging in such a private act.

His weathered face, usually stern and authoritative, now contorted in pleasure, was a sight that both fascinated and excited her.

Mr. Carter, unaware of his audience, continued his passionate masturbation, his breathing becoming more labored with each stroke.

His eyes were glued to the screen, fixated on Sian's images, as if willing her to come to life and fulfil his fantasies.

His other hand reached up to pinch his weathered nipple, the sensation adding to his mounting pleasure.

Sian's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to process the situation. She knew she should turn away, give her boss the privacy he deserved, but something held her in place.

The sight of his wrinkled hand working his thick, veined cock was strangely captivating. She felt a warmth between her thighs, a wetness that betrayed her growing desire.

As if sensing her presence, Mr. Carter's eyes darted away from the screen, meeting Sian's gaze.

For a moment, they both froze, caught in a silent, charged exchange.

Sian's eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat, while Mr. Carter's hand paused mid-stroke, his weathered face flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and desire.

“Sian... I...”

Mr. Carter's voice cracked, his throat dry from the intensity of his self-pleasure. He attempted to sit up straighter, his back stiffening as he tried to regain some composure.

“I didn't realize you were back from lunch.”

Sian's mind raced, her thoughts a blur of confusion and arousal. She knew she should apologize and retreat, but her body had other ideas. Her feet moved of their own accord, carrying her into the office, the door clicking shut behind her.

“It's okay, Mr. Carter.”

Sian's voice was hoarse with desire.

“I... I didn't mean to interrupt.”

Mr. Carter's eyes darted between her face and the screen, his hand still wrapped around his shaft, now throbbing with need.

“I... I suppose I should explain.”

Mr. Carter's voice was unsteady.

“No need.”

Sian took a step closer, her eyes never leaving his weathered face.

“I understand. I... I just didn't realize you... you liked me that way.”

A spark of something ignited in Mr. Carter's eyes, a mixture of relief and excitement.

“You... you don't mind?”

“No, not at all. In fact...”

Sian took another step forward, her body now mere inches from his.

“I think I'd like to help you finish what you started.”

Mr. Carter's eyes widened, his aged cock twitching in anticipation.

“Sian, I... I don't know if that's appropriate.”

“Who cares about appropriate?”

Sian smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I want to help you, Mr. Carter. I want to make you feel good.”

With that, she guided his hand back to his cock, her fingers intertwining with his. She began to stroke him, her touch gentle yet firm, her movements mimicking his earlier rhythm.

“Oh, Sian...”

Mr. Carter's breath caught in his throat, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensations.

“I want to make you feel incredible, Mr. Carter.”

Sian leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear.

“I want to make you cum like you've never cum before.”

Mr. Carter's hand tightened around hers, his aged body responding to her touch.

“Oh, Sian... please...”

Sian's free hand moved to his weathered chest, her fingers tracing the lines and wrinkles of his skin.

Sian's breath was hot against his skin.

Mr. Carter's eyes closed, his head falling back as Sian's lips and tongue explored his body.

Her hands moved to his shoulders, pushing his shirt off, revealing his aged, yet still muscular torso.

You're so beautiful, Mr. Carter,

Sian's lips and tongue explored his body.

Her hands moved to his shoulders, pushing his shirt off, revealing his aged, yet still muscular torso.

Her hands moved down, caressing his chest, stomach, and finally reaching his throbbing cock. She grasped it firmly, stroking it with purpose, her movements becoming more urgent as his breath grew ragged.

“Oh, Sian... I'm close... so close.”

Mr. Carter's hands gripped the arms of the chair.

“I want you to cum for me.”

Sian's voice was husky with desire.

“I want to feel you explode in my hand.”

With that, she increased the pace of her strokes, her hand moving up and down his shaft, her thumb teasing the sensitive tip.

Mr. Carter's body tensed, his breathing becoming shallow as he neared his climax.

“Oh, fuck... Sian... I'm...”

His words were cut off by a deep, guttural groan as his orgasm hit him with full force.

His cock twitched and throbbed in Sian's hand, spurting hot cum that coated her fingers and his wrinkled shaft.

Sian continued to stroke him through his climax, milking every last drop of his release.

As Mr. Carter's breathing slowed, Sian leaned in, her lips finding his in a tender kiss.

“That was amazing”

Sian's eyes sparkled with satisfaction.

“You... you're incredible, Sian. I never expected...”

Sian placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.

“Shh... no need to explain. I understand. And I enjoyed it too.”

They shared a moment of silent understanding, their gazes locked, both aware that their relationship had just taken an unexpected, yet intensely satisfying turn.

As Sian stood to leave, Mr. Carter's hand reached out, gently grasping her wrist.