It started off innocently enough, just a few smiles and winks at the office leading to joining him and the other gentlemen in the garage for a drink after work. As time progressed, we became more friendly, his arm around my shoulder in a quick hug and the sexual innuendo. Tension had been growing between us for months and it caused my heart and body to ache whenever he walked into the room. It was an incredibly charged flirtation except for the fact that he was married and had children my age.
I knew that he was planning on staying late that evening to work on his truck and as luck would have it Jenny left early, Hal was off and Andrew had an appointment after work so I was alone to close the office. I was locking the safe, shutting down the copier and coffee maker, going through the nightly routine and he came out to chat as I was getting ready to go. I sat down to log the last couple invoices and print up the list of appointments for the next day. I was taking my time knowing that if I waited long enough he would make a move....and then he did, haha. Men are so predictable.
He moved behind me and began massaging my neck and shoulders. I moaned softly as his warm calloused hands worked deep into my muscles easing a week's worth of tension. He leaned down and kissed the back of my neck then unpinned my long brown hair from it's neat bun and ran his fingers gently through it. He went back to the massage and slipped his right hand down under my shirt to cup my left breast. I leaned back in the chair a bit, arching my back to allow him greater access and tilted my head back to look at him. His warm eyes met mine and we both smiled as he pinched and flicked my nipple between his rough but gentle fingers.
He abruptly removed his hands from my body and began walking away. When he reached the doorway he turned, "Lock up the office, turn out the lights. I'm going to lock up the gate. Meet me in my office." he said with a wink.
My heart was racing and my fingers trembled as I turned off the computers, unplugged the tv, hit the lights and locked the doors. I could feel my hardened nipples against the black lace bra and the faint moisture between my legs. Every movement caused a jolt of electricity through my overly sensitive body. I was terrified that I would cum while walking through the garage to his office. I walked as quickly as I could, my kitten heels clicking in staccato across the concrete floor. I pulled open the glass door to his shop and peeked around the corner into his tiny office. He wasn't there. I sat at his desk and made myself comfortable, leaned back and wound my hair up into a messy bun secured with a pencil.
A moment later he walked in. "You're not naked yet?" he joked with a wicked grin.
"That can easily be arranged." I stood and took a step toward him toying with the buttons of my blouse. I met his eyes and continued toward him. I pressed my lower body against his as I began unbuttoning his shirt, eyes still locked. I could feel his hard cock twitch and strain against the fabric of his khaki pants. I untucked his shirt and removed it gently from his broad shoulders moving in for a kiss as his hands were incapacitated behind him. When his arms were released, he took my face in his hands and kissed my lips, and again released my hair. He kept one hand on the back of my head, kissing me, and moved his other to the buttons on my blouse, unfastening them quickly and and deftly. He removed my blouse and tossed it onto his cluttered desk. His kisses deepened, his tongue slipping gently into my mouth and toying with mine, nibbling on my lower lip as he reached behind me to unclasp my bra. As he pulled it off of me sliding the straps down my arms and discarding it to the growing pile on the desk, I reached out and grasped the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it briskly over his head. He pulled me close to him, crushing my pale, soft breasts and hardened nipples against his tanned, firm chest, the soft hairs tickling my skin. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I placed my hands on his waist and moving them up between us, feeling his sexy hairy chest under my fingertips and palms.
"What do you want?" he asked. Our embrace relaxed, his hands rested at my waist, mine on his forearms. I looked questioningly into his eyes, then blushed and looked away. Here I was half naked and making out with a married man nearly twice my age at work no less. "No need to get shy," he took my chin in his hand and tilted my face to look into my eyes, "I just want you to be happy. Tell me what you want. I'm all yours tonight." He gently kissed my lips then looked into my eyes as he twirled a strand of my hair around his finger.
I looked down and stepped closer, my left arm around his waist, my right hand on the side of his face, I looked into his eyes and whispered, "I want you to kiss me, to hold me, make love to me..."
"Gladly." He pinned me gently against his filing cabinet and kissed my lips then worked his way down my jaw and over my collar bone and then to my breast to meet his hand. He dropped to his knees before me, squeezed my breast with one hand while twirling his tongue around my nipple interspersed with light biting and sucking, his other hand squeezing and rubbing my ass and pulling me closer to him. After working both of my nipples rock hard and trembling in the cool air, his hands moved to the zipper on my skirt, easing it down over my hips. I stepped out of the skirt pooled on the floor revealing my black satin bikini panties. He kissed my hip bones with a hand resting on each then moved his hand between my legs stroking my wet panties.
"You're over-dressed." I stated as I placed a finger under his chin and brought him to his feet. I kissed him softly and ran my fingers down his chest to his belt. I fumbled briefly with his belt buckle and slid his pants and boxers down to his ankles and got on my knees to untie and remove his shoes and the remainder of his clothes. He placed his hand gently on my head, playing with my hair. I knelt before him, his hard cock free of clothing and much larger than I'd expected. I wrapped my right hand around the base, my left on the back of his muscular thigh and took just the head into my warm, wet mouth and swirled my tongue over it. I slowly began stroking my hand up and down his long, thick shaft as I took slightly more of his cock into my mouth. I continued working my hand over his cock and began licking and lightly sucking his balls. He moaned and entangled his fingers in my hair pulling me closer to him. I lightly grazed my teeth against his sensitive skin and after licking him from base to tip several times, I again took his thick cock into my mouth. I increased the tempo and the depth and, though I wasn't able to take his full length down my throat, I could feel his muscles tensing as he grew close to release. He held my hair gently out of my face and watched me sucking his cock, our eyes met and he said, "I'm going to cum." I blinked in answer and continued working his cock. I wanted to feel him orgasm, to please him and to drink every drop like nectar. It wasn't long until I felt his body go rigid, his hands gently pulling my hair as he threw his head back and groaned as he released into me. I gave him a few more strokes until the waves of orgasm subsided and cleaned his cock of any stray semen before rising to my feet.
He held me close and kissed my lips. I could feel his still hard cock pressed against my belly and knew that he had more than just a blowjob in mind. He backed me up to his desk and perched me on the edge, kissed me again and leaned me back to rest on my elbows. He gently parted my legs a bit and ran his fingers up and down my wet panties and slipped his fingers within the leg to slide one into my pussy. He withdrew his finger and licked my juices off, sampling just a taste of my body. He held his cock in his hand and began rubbing it against my pussy through the satin panties. I spread my legs slightly more to move closer to him, I ached to feel his huge cock buried to the hilt inside me, my body stretching to accommodate his massive length and girth. "What do you want?" he asked again while teasing me, pressing his cock against my tight entrance through the soft fabric.
