The summer sales push was over for another year and, inevitably, the Sales Director had invited all his sales staff to a party to celebrate a successful campaign. It was a ritual that Katie always dreaded. She had no time for a load of drunken reps childishly slapping each other on the back and trying to chat up their wives and husbands. She had enough trouble with customers coming on to her without colleagues doing it too, and it was especially true this year as far as Katie was concerned, because her husband, Hugh, had walked out on her some months previously. Being on her own made her a target for every juvenile Casanova on the firm.
In the end she told herself she'd had enough of fending off randy salesmen and wandered outside to get a breath of fresh air, as well as trying to clear her head of alcohol fumes. The evening was moonlit and clear and it was a relief to be free from the insufferable people she'd been stuck with all evening. But even then there was giggling in the bushes where someone's chat up line had worked and so she rolled her eyes in disgust before making her way out of sight around the side of the property to lean against the garage wall. The one thing she didn't need was for some randy couple to remind her of the sex that she wasn't getting. Not that she'd been getting that much when she was married.
She probably wouldn't have minded Hugh's desertion so much if it had been for another woman, but to leave just because she couldn't produce children had hit her where it hurt. It wasn't as if she hadn't wanted kids too. But then he was ten years older than her thirty-nine and that age gap had become more and more apparent as middle age set in. He wanted children and he made no secret of his disappointment in her. She had made matters worse by suggesting that her inability to get pregnant could allow them to let their hair down in the bedroom. That had gone down like a lead balloon. As far as Hugh was concerned sex was for procreation and not recreation, and so far from having more they ended up having less and less. Eventually things degenerated so far that they slept in separate bedrooms and their sex life ground to a complete halt. But then he had never been a passionate lover and variety, as far as he was concerned, belonged in vaudeville.
After Hugh's departure she had dated just once, grabbing at an unexpected and unplanned opportunity to satisfy her needs. But when the man (man?) pleaded with her to "smack his naughty little bottom" she determined to give up on men altogether and console herself with her own fingers and a vibrator until she finally managed to lull her libido to sleep. Men, she promised herself, were something she would do without.
But then at this party she saw a new man, a brown haired, blue eyed and very handsome man in probably his late twenties, and when he caught her staring at him and their eyes locked she felt that almost forgotten jolt of adrenalin brought on by pure lust. Her carefully suppressed urge had been reawakened in a moment and her promise went out of the window. He gave her a slow sexy smile as if he could read her thoughts, making her blush with embarrassment even though she could see a corresponding lust in his eyes. She knew then, without doubt, that he wanted her as much as she wanted him - even though by his side was a raven haired and very attractive woman who was very obviously 'with' him. She averted her gaze and wandered away across the room, trying to shake off the longing that he had so unexpectedly triggered. As the evening wore on she found herself with her eyes roaming the room, brushing aside all other approaches as she looked for him, and then turning away each time they found him because he was always gazing back, desire still burning in his eyes. If only he had been on his own. She was sure that his partner could see them exchanging lust filled glances, but she couldn't stop herself wanting him.
That was actually why she decided to take a walk in the garden, telling herself it was to clear her head but secretly acknowledging that it was really to escape the hunger that this dark haired stranger generated. She couldn't have him and so she escaped to the peace and quiet of the night, desperate to control the feelings inside her. The relief she found outside was so welcome she found herself smiling naturally for the first time that evening and for a few minutes she simply revelled in the hushed solitude and the feel of cool night air on her bare arms. But then a shadow materialised beside her.
'So you wanted to get away from it all too, eh?'
Now she had a voice to put to the face, a voice just as sexy as his smouldering gaze. She started with surprise as she wondered stupidly why he had come out too, while knowing only too well why he was there. He leaned on the wall beside her, obviously intending to keep her company. She turned her head to look at him, making out his features more clearly than she had expected in the moonlight. He was even more handsome close up.
'You can only take so much false bonhomie in one evening.' She told him.
He turned to face her. 'I couldn't agree more. And the present company is so much nicer.'
It was such an obvious chat up line that she might easily have been offended, but instead she smiled silently at his nerve. She looked into his eyes, trying to find some reply but instead finding herself snared by that sexy gaze again. She felt her defences drop away like petals in a breeze as they stared at each other, each weighing up the other's expression. His face came closer to hers. She knew what he intended, and her heart began to hammer even before his arms came up and encircled her. As their lips met she thought momentarily about his dark haired partner, but her need was greater than her guilt.
The kiss was hard, fierce almost, their mouths grinding together, tongues exploring eagerly, arms clinging, bodies pushing together, all scruples forgotten. His hands were everywhere, pulling at her top, pushing it up. She gasped as he burrowed under her bra, finding her breasts, squeezing them, rightly certain that she wouldn't refuse him. Her own hands gained a life of their own in response and before she had even thought of it they found his zip, hauling it down and investigating inside, working his erection out into the open.
He groaned softly as her fingers encircled his cock and then suddenly he pushed her back against the wall, feeling urgently under her skirt, not waiting to pull her panties down but simply pushing them to one side to make way for him. She lifted one leg, wrapping it around his waist to give him room, knowing he would take her anyway. She was wet and open and his cock slid easily up into her. She should have wondered why she needed him so much, but she was past caring, all she wanted was to be fucked, and fucked hard.
He slammed into her, no hesitation, no finesse - but it was just what she wanted. She heard his breathing, harsh and desperate in her ear, his groans getting louder as he thrust harder and harder into her, ramming her painfully against the wall. She came only just before he did; gasping loudly even though she tried to stifle her noises. Then he was there too, with urgent, hard thrusts as his cock jerked and spurted into her.
It was over quickly, both of them releasing their needs with each other before leaning side by side on the garage wall, panting for breath as they adjusted their clothes and trying in vain to look innocent.
'Can we meet again?' He asked.
'Yes.'
She couldn't have explained her response, it hadn't been the world's best sex, it hadn't even been the most satisfying sex, but it was exactly what she had needed, and if she was going to get laid again then it had to be him.
'Tuesday evening?
'Yes.' She nodded eagerly, then, almost as an afterthought. 'Where?'
'Park in the far corner of the shopping centre car park and I'll find you there. About eight-o-clock.'
For some reason she liked the way he was making the decisions, and an assignation in a car park sounded dangerously exciting, although they would obviously go on somewhere from there. Maybe back to her place?
'Sounds good.' She told him.
