She’s My Son’s Age

New employees came and went. Most were nice and good people but then I looked into her eyes. "Charlotte..." she said as we shook hands "... Pleased to meet you." As I introduced myself, I melted. She had an adorable face. No classic beauty nor this 'girl next door' look but a sweet, open face with (and here it is, her most prominent feature) bright light blue eyes that radiate happiness.

And I was smitten right then and there. And like so often in these cases, I developed the idea that she liked me too. Which, on a conscious level is total BS of course.

Over the next few weeks, I saw her at the office only every now and then. This was because of hybrid working etc. But then the introduction meeting came and it was wonderful. She told me about her and I told her about me. And I could take in her features some more without the probability being accused of having given her the eye.

She has a serious sporty body. Shoulders and muscles, though not so much that it surrendered on her femininity. She's got small boobies and that's appealing to me. I'm not into melons. C-size is big for me. A is fine. Charlotte's probably got AA. Her length is a few centimeters less than mine and it's a perfect size for me. Still, being a pussy person, I can't stop myself wondering what her most intimate parts look like.

But I digress. We had a really nice talk about her previous work, her studies and her hobbies. She's just over 30, my son's age. I told her some things about my life, career, hobbies... I'm pushing 60. On the one hand this makes me feel old. But near Charlotte I certainly don't feel my age and definitely virile. During our talk at the office, I did not get any other signals from her than that we'd be having a friendly relationship. I felt good about it anyway. She's the friendly and happy person I gathered she would be.

During the weeks that followed, we saw each other a few times at the office, usually at the lunch table. This was all very low key contact.

And then the company's study weekend was there. Not the whole weekend, mind you, just Friday late afternoon and Saturday. The setting is Rotterdam so we had a cruise through, past, the harbors while some speeches were held and alcohol started to flow. We noticed one another, had a meaningful look as a comment on a passage in a speech and that was great. We connected but we didn't talk. Also back at the hotel... well actually right next door where we were having dinner in some sort of food hall, there was no direct contact at first. We got food, passed each other, made a comment, but we were each in different company so we moved and mingled separately. She needed to get to know the rest of the employees as well as me. There were some other new ones as well. Some activities were organized and teams were made. A few times we had eye contact and that felt nice. Towards the end of the evening, I mingled to join a group of more females. Then there was some stirring because several colleagues wanted to go out to some bar. I checked Charlotte but she made no move to join. I was glad because I didn't feel like that and stayed put. And when the party left, she joined the three of us that stayed. So a natural two and two talk started and I was delighted to talk with Charlotte once more. We started talking and it was easy. The other two left. We continued and talked about education, politics, the situation in the Middle East which turned to religion. And although we're not completely on the same page, we're mostly not more than a paragraph off.

I explained more about my background, she about hers... So, she's got a friend, a partner, a fiancé if you like because they have wedding plans. I, from my side, have been married for over 20 years now. Neither of us got into more detail about our relationship. The entertainment after dinner was a pub quiz type of thing. Quite a few of the questions were about man/male versus woman/female. Who causes more car accidents? Who shaves more often? What is the best medicine for a male to fall asleep? How many erections a man has on average... Some of it slipped humorously in our conversation. But in fact our talk was more about us and what we had experienced, in our family life and in our work. And that was intimate enough.

We had to move from the restaurant to the lobby of the hotel. Just fifteen minutes more... became three quarters plus. We made a soul connection.

Our rooms were on the same floor. Mine was first. I asked for a hug and got it. It was warm and... inviting... I thought.

"That's a nice hug." I said as we moved apart. I ventured: "I could do with a cuddle as well."

She looked at me, a bit startled, with those baby blues.

"How do you mean that?" she almost stammered.

"I'm sorry" I said "The alcohol has pushed my inhibitions aside." I grabbed a hand and looked at our hands saying: "I just want some more nice time with you, kinda like cuddling up, under a blanket, looking at the stars or whatever. That's what I feel and I'm stupid enough to say." I looked up. She hadn't pulled her hand away. A tear rolled down her cheek and with her free hand she swept it away. "What are you saying?" she said. I was quiet for a moment and answered: "I'm asking."

She still held on to my hand so I continued: "Let's step into my room, out of the way of possible prying eyes and ears." She said nothing so I quickly pulled out my card, opened the door, stepped in and guided her with me. I stuck the card in the light-slot and the door closed behind us. "Could you... would you... will you cuddle up with me, falling asleep together?" I asked this looking her deep in her eyes. I continued to hold her hand. My fingers under her palm, my thumb on top, softly pressing. "But... you're married... and I'm going to be, in a few months."

I answered: "I'm not asking you to leave your man. I have no plans to leave my wife." I swallowed hard. "But I feel a warm connection with a kindred soul in such a way that I can't help wanting to touch you." Another tear started its way down. I lifted my hand and put it tenderly on her cheek, swiping the teardrop with my thumb. I moved my hand to her neck and gently pulled her head on my shoulder. "Why do you cry?" I whispered in her ear.

"I don't know..." she started "No, I do know." She stood, just not touching me, very close and said: "I know I like you, from the moment we met I liked you." She took a shuddered breath. "But I never expected this. And I feel so confused, that's what's making me cry. I don't know what to do."

We continued to look at each other. I took my turn: "I didn't plan this either. I admit to have been forward in asking you for a cuddle, but that was a spontaneous blur based on what was going through my mind." - "What was it you were thinking?" Charlotte asked. "When I asked for a cuddle, I was picturing us laying on the bed, spooning, talking some more... or not. But enjoying our closeness, our warmth."

She was silent for a moment and then she asked: "You don't have a roommate?" - "Nope, I'm the odd one out." - "OK, let's cuddle." she said and hugged me tight. I hugged back, pulling her in and then stroked her back.

I then said: "I just need to shower. I don't want to smell sweaty when being close to you. I want to smell pleasant." - "I'm not going to shower with you." she stated.

"I didn't ask you to." I said and suggested: "What if you make a burrow for us while I rinse off my sweat." - "OK" she said firmly, stepped away and walked towards the curtains to close them.

I picked my sleeping boxers and T, quickly stripped just outside the shower, half in view but I did not seek eye contact. My member was getting excited and 'though not hard, certainly swollen. I stepped into the shower conscious of my almost hard-on.

I quickly washed, toweled, sprayed on some perfume and stepped into my boxers. My dick was still not completely hard but erecting well on its way. It definitely showed excitement. I tucked it away in my boxers but I couldn't hide the bulge. I opened the door, put on my T-shirt and stepped into the room. At the moment Charlotte came into view, my breath stuck, my heart skipped a beat and my penis swelled noticeably to a firm erection. She had not only pulled back the sheets and cover. She had also taken off her pants and blouse. She stood in front of the bed, facing me, wearing only panties and a T-shirt that didn't cover all of her flat tummy. (In contrast to me, I have to admit that there's a small age featured belly that I need to adress.) Feet bare, a gap between her legs. A slightly raised Venus hill in between covered by satin panties, high cut hipsters (I know my lingerie). As I stepped forward she turned, bent (nice ass) and switched off the lights in the room, leaving only the reading light on that she had pointed upward to create an indirect light effect. I was next to her when she sat down on the bed, my cotton tent right in front of her face. She did look but turned immediately to sit on the bed, hopped over and patted the matras beside her, inviting me next to her. My point of view showed her lovely small titties that were not held by a bra and showed excitement nipples standing at attention while the room was quite warm. Also, with her hopping over, the fabric of her panties tightened over her pussy. It not only displayed the form of her lips, it revealed more excitement for a damp line appeared. My heart pounded in my throat.

I sat beside her and put an arm around her shoulders, she turned in and put her head on my shoulder. "What are we doing?" she asked. "We're cuddling." I responded and kissed her on the head. My boxer did nothing to hide my protruding penis. It was obvious that she was looking at it. As I was looking at her crotch. She had pulled her legs up a bit which made the fabric stretch tight over her vulva. The dark, moist line betrayed her emotions.

Charlotte looked up to me and said: " Okay, let's spoon." Her bright blue eyes radiated happiness again. She slid to her side with her back towards me. I propped up behind her, my hard-on against her bum. I put my arm over her side, leaving my hand on her stomach. I felt her warmth, smelled her scent and I have to admit that although I was horny as hell, I calmed down a bit. I pulled her closer a bit and softly said: "This is nice." She then wriggled her butt against my knob and said: "This is indeed nice." I got the message and smiled. "Would you like to touch me..." She took my hand and moved it up over her breast. "... here?" - "I'd love to." My hand gently massaged her and in response she rubbed her behind against my erection. With both of her nipples at attention and her stimulating lap-rub, my hand moved down her belly and landed over her front bottom, softly touching the soft fabric over her soft intimate warmth. On my way down, she breathed in sharply, holding her breath as I landed and breathing out with a hungry moan when I massaged my fingers against her labia. She pushed her pelvis against my hand and then back, her cheeks against my boner. She tried to grab it but my arm was in the way. Because I slipped my hand in her panties and a finger between her outer lips, she gave another moan and pushed my hand firmer on her warm, welcoming woman's world.

So there we laid, wriggling in hot foreplay, panting and moaning our pleasure. Then I turned her on her back, looked her in the eyes and kissed her on the lips. Our first kiss and Charlotte responded eagerly.

I laid myself half on top of her, one leg over between hers, leaning on one elbow, my free hand on the side of her face.

Then I ventured: "How come the sudden change, from withdrawn and weepy to warm and willing?" She smiled. "Nicely phrased. That's one of the things I like about you. You have a way with words. You can mesmerize with a story." She pulled my head in and kissed me again. Then she looked at me and continued: "When we agreed to marry and started making plans, I developed a gnawing feeling. He is my first lover and I am his first. And although I have no complaints about the sex, I'm also wondering." She wriggled a bit under me and commented: "You're so nice and now so hot and willing too... " I rubbed my crotch against hers in response. "... I was, in the back of my head, considering possibilities to get some more experience. I believe I hinted about having an open mind about experiencing sex, that I don't believe in the Christian doctrine" I nodded: "I picked up on that, it made me curious for a moment but I didn't pursue it." - "When I met you I liked you but it didn't cross my mind to consider you. I'm so sorry..." She took a pause and used it to kiss me again. "... but you are rather older than me. So..." I put my finger on her mouth and said: "None taken. I'm not only very happy, I'm delighted and in fact..." And I wriggled myself between her legs, pressing my manhood against her femininity. "... even honored."

Charlotte reached down, found my shaft, pulled my boxers down some and handled it. "It's a bit bigger..." she said "... but also crooked." She beamed a big smile my way. I smiled back. "It's also rougher, more veined." She pulled back my foreskin. "And the head is bigger too." I turned my pelvis forward to let my hard meat slide through her hand and repeated the movement. She accommodated me by rubbing in the opposite direction. She made an approving noise. I then sat back on my heels, my joystick standing up from my lap, and suggested: "May I undress you further?" - "You certainly may." She said and bent forward for me to lift up her shirt.

Her small but nicely present titties appeared. I was surprised to see that her areolas were rather large, especially because of the size of her breasts. The width of two of my fingers in diameter. Her nipples stood proudly up but no more than a centimeter (0.4 inch). I threw the shirt aside without looking. She saw me looking at them and made a sound that asked 'well.' "They're lovely." I said. "I'm not one for big boobies, I'm not a breast man anyway." - "Oh, so what are you into?" - "I'm a pussy lover." I said. "Well then, don't let me stop you, have a look." She said while leaning back and lifting her bum, thus inviting me to remove the final leaf.

I moved back on the matras and started to strip her panties off. This, step by step, was exhilarating. As the edge of the fabric, that was quite moist, slid down her lower belly, first revealing blond pubic hair. The fabric lost tension and uncovered that the blond hairs were shaved in the form of a triangle, pointing down. Just below the point of the triangle, the top of her cleft. One centimeter further the crevice gaped with her inner labia peeping through the crack. There I was, sitting between Charlotte's legs, slowly taking off her underwear, while my own boxer was just below my own crotch, my pleasure pole bare. I was very conscious of my gentile genitals, eager to enter her Christian crevice. Her venus hill appeared. Two soft and round buns split in two by pink inner folds with traces of white fluid. The cloth stuck slightly to the sticky moisture. I slipped the last piece of clothing over her legs, past my face and her feet, off her. I couldn't help grabbing it in one hand to smell her intoxicating scent while focusing on her heavenly haven. "Do you like what you see?" - "Oh Charlotte..." I sighed "... it looks like paradise." She smiled and as quickly as I could I removed my boxers, my prancing propagator bouncing to the movement. Indeed, I couldn't help myself anymore, my reason was pushed aside by my primal urge. My mind switched to breeding mode. I don't know if Charlotte used contraception but I was past that. I was going to enter her vulva bare and spray her cervix with my fertile sperm.

... But first...

I leaned over her, my face close to hers. With her legs open and slightly pulled up, my ramrod was hanging between us, just gently brushing her pussy in rhythm with the beat of my heart. Then I kissed her and said: "I'm going to worship your body. I'm going to pleasure you with orgasmic foreplay. I'm going to taste the forbidden fruit from your Garden of Eden and have you reach heaven on earth." - "You're raising the bar..." she said with a mocking smile. I felt her grab my dick so I answered: "My bar has already started to rise." And with that I flexed my member. We laughed and it broke all remaining tension, happy times are here again. I gently kissed her mouth which led to passionate frenching. Kissing her neck was next. Then her upper chest after which her breasts were in line. I took a nippel in my mouth and sucked on it, then the other. My body had by then come down far enough for her to have to release my stimulating shaft, my surrogate sense. Up until then, I had stayed clear from her cherry and played with her breasts, her areola, her nipples, even her bellybutton. And she enjoyed that, holding my head in place and moaning her pleasure. After a prolonged minute, I moved down, kissing and licking her lower belly. Continuing downward where, at the top of her triangle, I turned left, following her groin with my tongue and kissing the inside of her thigh. With my head low between her legs, I looked up and once more marveled at my luck. "I am amongst the luckiest people in the world right now." I said, while taking in this lust invoking sight of Charlotte's fantastic fanny. And then I attacked.

I stuck out my tongue and licked her honeypot, starting low and pulling it over her fissure, tasting her for the first time. The taste of a woman's quim is one of the best things in life. For several reasons. The obvious one is that if one has proceeded to get to taste it, there's most probably more to come. Then, if she lets you, with the slightest effort, she'll enjoy it and you'll be on her good side. Finally, it's an acquired taste but when, then savor it.

And so it was. I love the initial stroke. After a day's activities it is a mixture of sweat, slightly acid excretion and arousal cream. (Formally called 'cyprine'. This, for the fanatics, geeks, nerds or those with a broad interest.) Charlotte's intimacy tasted slightly salty with a hint of sour. Just lovely and it got me even harder. I felt my aroused prick touch my belly while on my knees, bending forward like being in a worship position... which I was, basically.

I was worshiping Charlotte's sex by cleaning it out and at the same time pleasing her. And it was sure exciting to me as well. My head was in a daze. As I reached the top of her slit, she buckled, shivered and moaned hard, grabbing my head by my hair. Her clitoris had come out when my tongue worked the entrance of her cavity of hospitality. As it passed over that most sensitive knoblet, a jolt of excitement struck her nerves. She buckled and turned her pelvis under my mouth from sheer excitement. I went for more. I repeated my move, but slower, pressing my tongue past her labia into her vagina. Heavenly taste, smell, warmth and the reaction of a falling angel. She pushed her pussy with a whimpering moan into my mouth. Arriving at the top, I sucked her flesh, and her clit. This extracted a deep moan and she shuddered. "Oh my God, yes, sooooo goooood."

I rubbed my nose in her warm, wet womanhood. Licked up some of her excitement and entered two fingers. I sucked her clit and fingerfucked her. First slow and careful but not one minute later quick and almost rough. My hand against her wetness made slapping noises. I felt small drops of her fluids splashing against my face while I bit her labia with my lips and sucked her clit. She squirmed and said: "Oh God, I'm going to come already..." Another moan "Don't stop, please, ohhh, go on, it's so good." More moaning. She grabbed me by my hair again and pulled me against her now gaping gash, which left me no room for my fingers. So I buried my face in her wet flesh, rubbing my nose, licking her flesh and sticking my tongue in her hole of love and sucking her clit some more. She pulled my head in harder and exclaimed: "Yes, oh yes, I'm coming, oh I'm coming so hard, yes!" she trembled and moaned and cried out more euphemisms. Her cunt gaped like a flowering lotus, her inner lips like a butterfly, her orgasm produced even more fluids. I tried to lap it all up but most of it dripped down my face. And I felt great, it felt great. But it wasn't over yet.