It all started out so well: the sun was shining and I felt on top of my game, but after lunch it all turned to worms. I was called into the office and told in no uncertain terms I was now surplus to requirements. As sales manager, they gave me extra time to clear my desk but I had to vacate the building by Five-Thirty, some three hours away. At least they allowed me to keep the car to drive home, telling me that tomorrow they would send someone to collect it from me. While putting the last of my effects in the trunk, I saw Julie from accounts leaving for home. Crossing the car-park she said "Sorry to hear you're leaving Mark - here's my number give me a call sometime." thrusting a hand written note at me, adding "Don't make it too long" and winking added "or perhaps do."
In common with most of the male staff I often lusted after her although I had never made any move other than pure office banter, usually with a double meaning to which she would reply with an equally double meaning. However with her note in my hand I resolved to call her to see if she was serious.
It had been a long two and a bit year sexual drought. Even the last few times Keith and I "indulged" it hadn't been that good. In fact looking back on it now, sex had never been all that satisfying the whole time I was married. I had hoped to break my celibacy with Mark, our sexy Sales Manager but when I heard he had been let go in favour of a family member I knew my chance was gone, unless I did something about it now. Scribbling my home number on a memo form I gave it to him as I walked to my car, along with one of my usual double meanings.
Waiting a week (it seemed about the right amount of time to give her a chance to have second thoughts) I rang to see if she would care to go out for a meal. She sounded genuinely happy at my call and we agreed to meet Saturday evening at a restaurant we both knew. When she arrived she looked gorgeous in a mid-length summer dress and I told her so. "Oh, this old thing." was her reply.
We chatted and flirted over the meal. I found out she was divorced from a womaniser who just couldn't keep it in his pants. Switching subjects mid conversation, she asked me directly why - unlike most of her other male colleges - I had never made a pass at her. She said she thought she had given enough signals she would be open to one. Was it I didn't I fancy her, already have a partner or was I secretly married?
"No, it's not that I don't fancy you and no, I don't have a wife or partner. I just have a strict rule to keep my work and social life separate - not that I have a social life I mean. Now we're not working together anymore I'd like to see you again and get to know you better, if you're OK with that."
2
He called me at last. I was thrilled, but I wasn't going to let him know of course. So he had finally noticed me: I had given him more than enough encouragement. Perhaps in his world I was just not his type. Still, Saturday evening would tell.
Saturday came and I put on the modest summer dress I bought from the boutique that morning, even though I really wanted to wear something a lot more revealing. When we met I felt like a young girl going on her first date.
We, or rather I, talked. I told him about my marriage and the reason for it's break up explaining how, soon after we were married, Keith's attitude seemed to change. It became - If it's female, under thirty and has a pulse I want to get into her panties and he often did.
When I let him get a word in he told me that he was career driven - or had been up to now. At the end of our meal he asked if it was OK to see me again. I answered "That's just silly - of course I'm OK with it, now take me home please."
Driving her home she had told me that she never kissed on the first date, and with a half smile saying "But I've known you for over a year now so we can ignore that, can't we?" As she closed the front door behind us I helped her off with her coat. Taking my hand she placed it just below her breast and moulding herself against me so I could feel her mound against my cock, whispered "Is that for me?"
Slipping my hand upwards with "If you want it" I lent in and kissed her. Her answer to this was to rub herself against me and with an innocent look said "Does that answer your question?" as we kissed again.
Pushing the door closed I thought 'Why did we have to meet on the exact week I was at my horniest?' I wanted to break my years of celibacy with him: none of the others interested me in the slightest. Tonight I hadn't wanted to appear needy, or at worst slutty but as it turned out my hormones took over and there was nothing I could do about it - I shocked myself with how forward I was.
Practically dragging him to the couch I let my dress ride up so the hem was just below the tops of my thigh high stockings. As I crossed my legs he rested his hand a little above my knee. His other hand sneaked round my back. He pulled me in and his hand found my breast. Both the dress material and bra underneath were were so thin that my hardened nipples made small mounds that could be plainly seen. He didn't need any further encouragement though. With one hand covering the nub, the other hand had somehow reached my stocking top. As we kissed and his hand caressed the now sensitive nub. My legs uncrossed, seemingly without any orders from me, allowing his other hand to slip closer to my core. I whispered "Oh dear" as he approached.
"What's wrong?"
"I think I forgot my panties." squeezing my thighs together and releasing them slightly.
Keeping up his wonderful assault on my breast and lips I felt nothing on my leg until his hand touched my exposed snatch and brushed my Little Boatman, sending shivers of pleasure speeding to my brain to mingle with those coming from my nubs. Every fibre down there screamed Now, Now, Now. I whispered "Take me to bed" pointing to the bedroom. On our way, my hand instinctively found his cock and released it from the prison of his pants - he had gone commando too. It looked so good.
Laying on the bed I gave it several strokes as he moaned into my mouth. Reaching under the pillow I found the packet I put there earlier and we tore it open together. He rolled on the condom and I allowed him to undo my dress and bra. Taking my girls out he latched on to one feeding as if he hadn't eaten for weeks, swirling his tongue round and round my nub while his hand played flicking games with the other nub. I struggled to rid myself of my dress as he, one-handed, tried to loose his pants. The room became pervaded with the scent of pure, lustful, 'Woman.'
Naked - except for my thigh highs, I laid back as he rubbed his cock the full length of my slit while still playing with my girls. Rubbing himself several times against my boatman he finally slipped down until he was nestled where I really wanted him. Entering deliciously slowly I could feel every vein and contour as he slid in. I wrapped my legs round him, locking my ankles together to stop him to escaping but he had other ideas. He pulled out equally slowly, rubbing the now lubricated length along my slit again before slowly entering once more.
