Paul had sat next to Alice for about 2 months and had so far kept his lust for her in check. She was around 10 years older than him, and she was beautiful. He'd sworn never to get involved with a colleague again but everything about Alice tested his resolve. She had the figure of someone half her age, the ability to make every business suit look sexy and an occasional glint in her eye that spoke of hidden pleasures.
Paul joined the company a couple of weeks after his 30th birthday and 6 months after his marriage broke up. He and his ex had grown apart in every clichéd way, childless but also increasingly sexless, they'd had 7 years together which, to himself, he classified as 1 year of fantastic sex, 4 years of great sex and then, out of the blue, 2 years of occasional, dull sex. He'd never understood it but for him it really mattered and, on a business trip to London, he'd sought solace in the arms, and hotel bed, of his 22 year old deputy.
Amazing as the night had been, it wasn't worth his marriage and his job, but that's what it had ultimately cost him.
Milly had worked for him for for nearly a year, joining his firm on the grad scheme. She was slim, small breasted and blonde, with an attractive face. They'd never flirted, he'd never really fancied her, despite her short skirts and tight tops, however that business trip had been timed just right, or just wrong, depending on his perspective. The night before he'd finally managed to get his ex in the mood, having wined x and dined her and taken her to bed. They'd kissed and he'd tried to get her more turned on with his fingers, which she used to love. To say she'd spoilt the mood with her comment of 'Can't we just get on with it, I'm really tired' was an understatement. He hadn't bothered protesting, just rolled over and gone to sleep, but on the train down to London with Milly the next day his mind had wandered and he ended up imagining her naked and giving himself a hard on in the process.
Milly liked Paul. He was funny and a good boss. He was fair and not letchy, unlike some of the other managers. She had moved to Manchester after finishing Uni in Leeds when she'd been offered this job. Her uni boyfriend got a job in London and, though they'd never split up, they both knew it was fizzling out. She wasn't so bothered.
Milly had recently returned from a week in Spain with her friends, and when she had slept with a guy she met in the bar she didn't even see it as being unfaithful. She saw it as an eye opener though. The guy was experienced whereas her uni boyfriend had been a virgin when they'd met. The guy was 28, had a similar length dick to her boyfriend but much thicker and she'd never had so many orgasms as she had with him. He'd literally thrown her around the bed and led her to new positions and sensations.l, she felt like he'd introduced her to a new world of sex, and she had thought sex with the uni bf had been pretty amazing
That night had got her thinking about older men, and recently Paul had started to infiltrate her mind in very inappropriate ways.
It started when she found herself admiring his physique, which was firm and much to her liking. She'd then caught herself looking at his crotch as he delivered a presentation and then, completely unbidden, he'd appeared in her head as she approached orgasm whilst masturbating a few days ago.
Milly played with herself frequently and had a variety of fantasies. One of her favourites involved her imagining kneeling in front of a man, taking his hard dick into her mouth. The man was always anonymous, it was the act of sucking the cock that turned her on. She loved blowing a guy and strumming her clit with fingers or her toy whilst thinking of it was one of her favourite ways to cum. Earlier that week, however, as she felt the first tremors of orgasm, she'd imagined looking up and seeing the guy, something she'd never done in her mind before, and saw Paul, and knowing it was his cock in her mouth had led to a fantastic orgasm. At that moment she wanted to fuck him more than she'd ever wanted any man.
And now she was sat on the train next to him, 2 nights away ahead of them. She knew he was married of course and knew it was daft to even consider it, and had no desire to make a fool of herself if he wasn't interested. Plus work would be a nightmare she had thought, and decided to forget the crazy idea.
Precisely 7 hours later she was pressed against the wall of her hotel room, her mini skirt around her waist, her thong pushed to one side and her legs wrapped around his hips as Paul pumped the biggest cock she'd ever felt in and out of her. The sensation of his cock end rearranging her insides, his heavy balls banging against her and the sheer power of his thrusts had her screaming in ecstacy. He lifted her away from the wall and carried her, his cock still buried inside her, to the bed, where he lay her down and pulled his dick out of her.
'Get yourself naked' he said.
'Not until you've got that dick in my mouth' she replied, sliding down the bed and onto her knees in front of him. She gripped his erection and started to lick its whole length before trying to get the end in her mouth.
'God your cock is lovely' she said as she moved her mouth down to his balls.
Paul could only groan in response.
She gave him head for a few minutes then turned around and gave him the chance to fuck her from behind, which he took gratefully.
They fucked for hours, fell asleep then woke at 5 and fucked again. They managed one more before breakfast and then went to their head office to try and work.
That evening they attended a client dinner, but made the earliest possible exit to repeat the previous night's adventures. She gave him the best blow job of his life, her moistened fingers massaging inside him, and he became the first to use her arse for sex. They went home and were both on cloud nine.
Her text that evening was simple and to the point; 'Loved the last 2 nights. You're an amazing fuck. But it's not happening again, please know that and accept it.'
He'd have been ok reading that as his guilt had started, but unfortunately his wife read it first, the message arriving as he showered. There followed a night of rowing.
It got worse the next day when his wife arrived at the office and screamed at Milly, calling her a variety of names.
The embarrassment was too much for him and he resigned, knowing he'd have been sacked anyway. Milly moved away and his wife and him no longer spoke.
The intervening months hadn't been easy, but with a new job, a new house and a highly productive tinder account he was in a good place nowadays.
Today he sat in the office with a busy day ahead and a third hook up with Holly, a sexy milf from tinder, on the cards for that evening. He didn't think she was really called Holly and he didn't think she was really single, but that wasn't his business, or something he cared about. Sex with her was satisfying to say the least, and he was more than ready for it tonight. They'd fucked on the first meet up, having sat and chatted for an hour in the pub before she'd asked him how far his flat was.
Alice was Australian by birth but had a British passport and had moved to the UK 3 years ago after a failed marriage. She lived in the city centre in a very classy apartment, was financially very comfortable, had plenty of good friends and an active social life. She had dated a few guys in the UK, none of them really right for her, but had formed a convenient relationship with the maintenance guy from her apartment block, Adam. Every month or so Adam visited her apartment and left the next morning with her unstable on her legs and with a dreamy smile on her face. She knew she wasn't his only relationship but that was OK.
She'd moved roles in her company a couple of months ago and now enjoyed sitting next to Paul. He was intelligent, handsome and had a good sense of humour. They didn't flirt, she saw herself as too professional for such things, but in the right circumstances she'd happily have what her Australian girlfriends would call 'a bloody good rooting' with him.
Alice was on her way to work, a 15 minute walk in her case, when she got the text from Adam, her regular bed mate.
'You free later?'
She replied immediately, 'Well I was planning on washing my hair but I can be... what you thinking of? A drink?' In truth both her and Adam knew what he was asking and he would recognise the humour in her reply.
'I want you' was his typically blunt reply.
'7.30? I won't bother dressing' was her equally frank response.
His reply was a thumbs up.
Thus she was in a happy mood at work all day, which Paul had commented on. She had smiled and said nothing, but the glint in her eye spoke volumes. She had been too distracted to notice Paul's equally cheery demeanour.
Her mood changed at 4.30 as she was putting her coat on to go home and she got a text from Adam cancelling their arrangement. He attached a picture of the positive covid test.
Paul clearly heard the expletive she'd muttered under her breath.
