Chapter 32. Elena
I had gotten a job at a small company that provided expedited shipments to our entire state. Our niche was to do the job of FedEx or UPS did just as reliably but cheaper.
It did not take me long to realize that our company could do neither.
I wondered how we remained in business and learned that the company belonged to my boss' mother and she was keeping it afloat. Her son, my boss, was running from crisis to crisis with little idea how to get us out of panic mode. I hated that and considered leaving but I liked my boss, Jerry. He was in his mid-twenties and knew he was in over his head. I liked some of the people in our office too so I decided to see what I could do.
Late one Friday afternoon I went into Jerry's office with a twelve pack of beer and a plan. It required overhauling the computer system, firing some lazy and unneeded people, and giving raises to the best employees. He agreed to all of it and our office became streamlined and efficient. It also made our company a pleasant place to work.
I convinced him that our sale staff should be women with pleasant telephone manners. All of those people were going to be faceless voices. We soon had a sales force of women in their forties with two exceptions. One of them was Jerry's wife, a shrew. We kept her calls to a minimum. Jerry and I did all of the in person calls.
Our dispatchers needed to have a deep commanding voices. They were the guys hiring and sending the truckers out. The first guy we hired was a sergeant, a veteran that had lost his legs in the Middle East,
He recommended one of his men that had returned with one arm, we hired him too.
We hired a computer firm to keep our equipment running instead of trying to fix them ourselves.
We signed our most reliable independent truckers to contracts.
Everything clicked.
Three months later we were no longer losing money. Three months after that we made a profit.
His mother was very impressed and decided to throw a party for us. She rented a hall and invited everyone and their families for food and games.
I was surprised to learn that no one at the company had ever seen her and when they did they were very much surprised, his mother was a friendly gray haired lady that had the looks and body of a young model.
When Jerry introduced me as Dave, his most valuable employee she kissed my cheek and said. "You have caused me untold grief, I can no longer write off the company losses to the IRS. Dance with me."
She led me to the dance floor and we danced a cha-cha and salsa before a bolero was played. I was being respectful but boleros are sexy dances and I soon had a noticeable erection. She pressed her body to it.
After the dance we wandered over to the bar and as we waited for our drinks she said, "You have a strange taste in women."
I gave her an embarrassed nod and took my drink without comment.
The only thing on her that looked old was her gray hair. Everything else from her body to her laugh belonged to a young gorgeous woman.
We went our separate ways for a while but ended up at the bar again as another bolero began to play and she took me back to the dance floor. Our bodies were soon in full contact and my erection returned. When the song ended she took me down a hallway to a deserted office.
She raised her sundress and took off her panties then sat on the desk with her legs spread. She quickly unzipped my slacks and pulled my cock to her pussy.
She groaned as it slid into her, I kissed her as if she was the woman for me and began a slow but intense fuck. She was very horny and had an orgasm quickly but I did not slow down or speed up and she had another orgasm.
I put a chair behind me, sat, and began to feast on her pussy. She groaned loudly and I hoped no one was walking by at that time since they certainly would have heard her. Her next orgasm bathed my face with her fluids so I stood and kissed her deeply then resumed our fuck.
It had begun as just a quick fuck but by then I was desperate to please her and she knew it and threw herself into the sex. She had two more orgasms until I filled her pussy with cum on her third.
We embraced and kissed for a while before she whispered, "We need to get back."
I nodded in agreement and resumed kissing her. Five minutes later she got off the desk and sat in the chair as she put her panties back on. Before standing she swallowed my cock and sucked it for a few seconds before returning it inside my slacks and zipping me up.
"Wash up before you go back out, you smell of my pussy," she said again kissing me she before she strode out of the office.
I waved at everyone as I simply went to my car and home. I did not see Mrs. Sullivan; she was likely still cleaning up.
That weekend I masturbated to that memory several times.
I had gotten laid on a semi-regular basis but that had been my first impromptu adventure and she had been the oldest woman I had ever fucked. She was also the most beautiful woman I had ever kissed, much less fucked.
It slowly dawned on me it had also been my best fuck, ever.
On Monday I went to work as I wondered if I had been fired, after all I had fucked my bosses' mother. But everything was normal until Thursday when Jerry said, "Mom wants me to escort her to a fundraiser at the opera house this Saturday night but my wife wont let me. Could you do that for me? She seems to like you."
"Did she ask you to ask me?"
"No, I suggested it but she said she was too old to have you as her date. She does not think you will accept."
"Well, I don't have a date for Saturday and I have always wondered if such events are as boring as they sound so call her back and tell her I am willing if she can't find anyone else.
I find it hard to believe she does not have a long list of suitors waiting for just such an opportunity."
"Oh, she does but has apparently found all of them wanting. I will call and tell her."
Friday morning he came to my office and said, "Mom said yes. You need to wear a tux, I know a good place to rent one."
"No need, I own a tux. I have four sisters and after the first one married I figured out that buying a tux would be much cheaper than renting one three more times.
At what time and where do I pick her up?"
"Her house at seven-thirty. I will give you the address. She seemed to be very pleased you accepted the invitation. She is not as formal as she seems, you might have a good time, relatively speaking," he said with a laugh.
I nodded in fake skepticism but stayed behind my desk hiding a sudden erection.
I drove to her house which was in the midst of a very upscale neighborhood. There was a limo and a driver parked in front.
"Jerry?"
"No. David. Jerry foisted off tonight's duty on me. His wife would not let him come."
"Oh," she said with disappointment.
"Are you Amelia?"
"Yes, has he said anything about me?"
"No. I have overheard some of his calls to you. If it will make you feel better he seemed very disappointed he would not be seeing you tonight."
"Thanks. It does help."
I nodded, walked up the steps and knocked on the door.
I was stunned when it opened, Mrs. Sullivan looked amazing. Her dark emerald green gown was form fitting and she had a great form. Her hair was in a bun and her make-up was flawless.
Once in the limo I said to her she was the most beautiful woman I had ever taken out on a date.
She giggled and kissed my cheek.
Apparently our chauffeur was privy to everything because I was sure she heard Mrs. Sullivan apologize for her behavior the previous weekend,
"I know I came across as a tramp but believe me you were my first fuck since I became a widow. Feeling your erection for me got me as horny as I have ever been. When you made sure I was satisfied before filling me up I knew I had not made a bad mistake. I know it will not be a mistake tonight either."
I did not know how to reply to her, she had just told me we were going to fuck that night. I kissed her. That turned out to be the right reply.
Mrs. Sullivan introduced me to her friends at the opera house as the vice president of one of her companies. She quipped I was her escort because I wanted to be the president of the company.
I told everyone that was true but unless I got promoted by the following summer she would need to find someone else.
She stuck her tongue out at me.
We spent most of our time chatting with her best friend there, an archeologist named Laura, and her husband. I had a pleasant time and after the event I asked our chauffeur to take us to the large Vietnamese restaurant at the edge of downtown. We brought Amelia in with us and ate a lot of food.
Mrs. Sullivan let Amelia know that she knew how disappointed she was but not to worry that the bitch had no clue. It was more of denying Jerry time with his mother.
I was suddenly allowed into a secret that I had already figured out.
I knew Amelia had learned a new secret that night.
When we returned to her house Mrs. Sullivan kissed Amelia on the lips as she hugged her.
"Can you drive all the way back home or do you need to spend the night," Mrs. Sullivan asked.
Amelia looked at me then said, "I'm fine. Have fun. Love you," then kissed her on the lips and drove off.
As I followed Mrs. Sullivan to her bedroom she said, "Amelia is the love of Jerry's life and vice versa.
His father in law stepped in and rescued Jerry's first company, a restaurant, then sold it. Jerry has this misplaced sense of gratitude so he stays with the witch. I own his present company and was keeping it afloat until you interfered."
She was nude and getting in bed by then, I was soon nude and sliding onto the bed from its foot, slithering my way to her pussy.
She paused for a groan as my tongue licked her pussy lips before continuing. "I have looked around Amelia's hometown and have found everyone eats out often.
Jerry still wants to be a chef. He graduated from culinary school after high school but his first failure has frightened him.
I want you to help me convince him to leave the witch and go to the coast with Amelia. I am buying a small property downtown for him. Ooh."
