Today I did something I never dreamed of doing. I let D touch me. After being married for 25 years, and NEVER being touched by another man, this was more than a small thrill. My entire pussy throbs, and I am so wet, I feel my pussy juice run all the way back and up my ass crack. I just came home from work, panties flooded.
He's been teasing at work for many months. His flirting always had a serious tone...I always new he meant it. Normally, I just laughed him off, and made jokes about his long line of women. Today, was very unexpected and different. He came in my office with his partner and shut the door. Immediately, he was kissing my neck, running his hands through my hair, and all over my body. To his partner, witnessing this, I assume all he saw was a joke.......But, in reality, D's hands running over my right breast, had me feeling that old needy feeling in my pussy. It surprised me, and delighted me, to the point where after I shooed the 2 of them from my office, I sat and thought of how nice it felt, and how very much I would like that again and more!
Later in the afternoon, I ran into him in the hallway. D mentioned locking my office door on his next visit. I laughed and teased as usual, but deep down, hoped he meant it. I had been fantasizing of his touch all day. I went , at that moment, to brush my teeth after lunch. I just had a strong feeling he'd be coming to me.
Finally, I caught a glimpse of him entering my office and closing the door. I turned to him and smiled, and called him a 'very bad boy'. D's hands were everywhere......I couldn't keep up with him. I wanted this, but at the same time, weakly fought him off. With every 'no' that came from my lips, I let his hands roam everywhere. His breathing in my ear, tounging it so sweetly, made me just melt into this hot man.
I am not a small woman. So when he started to lift my shirt, I stopped him. He looked me in the eye, knowing what it was that I didn't want him to see, and he said "Baby, I don't care about that" I believe him. I really didn't have a problem with him feeling each roll of fat. It felt kind of good and free. I didn't feel self conscious.....I felt as free as when I am with my husband. I actually felt bold. It showed in me, by touching back and my words to him.