I was 40 the first time I had sex with a work co-worker. I had an ongoing affair an older female boss over a year when I was in my 20's, but this was different. This lover was a younger subordinate and I would have been fired for doing this. We were in New York City together for a client meeting and we decided to extend the trip an extra day to enjoy some culture the day after.
We both had partners but we had flirted for months at work and shared some very naughty conversations over drinks. Now being out of town together we decided to take things to another level -- and fuck.
The first evening together was definitely passionate. She teased me about being the more romantic of the two of us, and more slave to her pleasure than her boss. I'm fine with that role. We awoke anxious for more exploratory lovemaking, but had overslept and were famished so we decided nourishment was in order before more sex.
We used the bathroom and showered in turns then got ready shyly and independently. It was almost as if the new day brought a new-found modesty that neither of us displayed the night before while in the heat of passion. Before we left the room I touched her face and kissed her good morning like we were long-time lovers. Our tongues fence playfully. She tasted like a fresh peach.
I said happily, "Okay time for breakfast."
She replied seriously, "Fuck breakfast... I want you to eat ME again!"
"Okay," I said, "you're the boss today," as I helped her out of her panties.
With her fully naked and seated comfortably on the bed, I disrobed where I stood right in front of her. She definitely had the best body I had ever seen in person. Her photo should be in the dictionary next to the definition of "voluptuous". She was impossibly curvy and firm, but still softly feminine. She had her feet up on the edge of her bed, with knees open immodestly flashing me a glistening wet slit. That image is burned in my memory. Gorgeous.
At this point, I slid up between her parted knees and buried my face in her electric fur. She knew I like women with a full bush and told me she had grown it out for this trip, just for me -- much to her own boyfriend's annoyance. She deserved a reward for that pre-trip planning.
For me, the bouquet of a pussy is a pure aphrodisiac. It will make me hard if I am not. And, it kicks my pulse up and makes my cock throb if I'm already hard. But most of all, I can identify my partner by her unique scent. That provides me with an olfactory memory her that I want to recharge whenever we meet. Perhaps I should have been a perfumer. Or, le nez as they're called in France.
But, there is another reason that I like to going down. I always want to make a woman cum once before we fuck. The liquid silk they make just before, and during, an orgasm is the VSOP Champagne of lubricants. It is my carnal holy water. Post orgasm, a pussy is not only full of this Grand Cru lubrication, but she is still unstretched by my cock and gloriously tight. The first push into this post-orgasmic state is the absolute best feeling my cock ever gets.
In one hard push, I can thrust into her balls deep. I can enjoy a tight muscular resistance that is instantly parted thanks to the sublimely slippery ambrosia she made during orgasm. This physical sensation is nothing short of spectacular.
Face already in her snatch, I wrapped my arms around her legs. She sighed and leaned back comfortably. I softly ran my tongue right up the middle of her slit -- from "taint" to clit. Slowly and softly. I parted her lips with my tongue. She tasted as good as she smelled.
