At the age of 37 I found myself newly divorced. I had met a string of single women, some of whom were looking for serious relationships, others who were just looking for a bit of fun rather than commitment.
After marrying at 20 I was so shocked at how easily I ended up in bed with these women whom I had only perhaps dated once or twice before being asked back to their places and told I could stop over. This surprised me even more as I did not have the rugged good looks of a movie star or indeed any real cash to flash.
Perhaps it was my naivety which came from marrying early and not living much before marriage that appealed to some of my short-term partners or my sense of humour, refined to counter the upheaval of divorce.
Whatever it was, the novelty began to where thin eventually and the initial excitement of sex with relative strangers did not hold my attention and so I found myself unattached entirely for a few months and thoroughly enjoying the experience, being able to do what I wanted, when I wanted and not having to run to timetables dictated by dates.
To maintain my social skills I would go out on the frequent pub crawls attended by staff from my office. These would often start just after 5pm, usually on a Friday, and would involve moving from pub to pub, drinking one or two drinks in each before ending up somewhere too noisy and stuffy to round off the night.
My enjoyment of such evenings was limited as my expectations went no further than getting drunk and avoiding making an arse of myself. However, on one occasion these small targets were superseded and I was introduced to two new thrills in one night that made such a long-lasting impression on me that I was left wishing for a repeat performance that has never materialised.
It started off on a rather un-promising Thursday night. Payday fell on a Thursday in this particular month and all the serious party animals from the office, a group of about 25 staff, mainly women ranging from eighteen year old office junior's and secretaries to thirty-something clerks, hit the city bars a day early, a handful at least having put in a days leave for the Friday as they expected to be too trashed to work the next day.
Despite it being winter time the bars were full of women who were scantily dressed. The city in question was famous for the fact that its nocturnal inhabitants were often under-dressed for the harsh northern English climate. The group I was with were no exception and I found my self sat on a high stool at the corner of a bar with a secretary who worked for me, Annie. She was 21 and wearing a short, short blue denim skirt and white vest. This was brave as she did not have a flattering figure, being a little pear-shaped, wide hips and arse, small breasts and her pale, white skin looked even paler in contrast with her long, dark hair and brown eyes. She was quite timid and had a sheltered home life until she was 20 when she got engaged and moved in with her new fiancé who was himself from a small village and not well travelled.
Sat with us was Carol, a clerk who had worked for me but who had moved on to another team in the office. She was 32, five seven and strongly built without being over weight. Well-made would be a fair description, but a far cry from the stick-thin high flyers in the office who looked like they never ate a good meal in their lives. She was a Goth but had toned down her dress for work recently, moving from long black dresses and Doc Martin boots to shorter black skirts, high heeled red stilettos, black stockings and red, tight fitting blouses. She made quite an impression as she had retained her Goth hair style, though the colour had gone from the traditional black to a dark coppery red.
I was not paying a great deal of attention to the conversation which was going on until I heard Carol say to Annie, "Oh, I just get so fed up that no one takes any interest in me."
Annie replied, "But Carol, you are married to a nice bloke, you have a couple of kids and a good job. What more do you want? Look at me, 21, engaged to a bloke who is always having to work away and spending night after night alone in my flat."
I wondered where this was coming from and eased myself in to the conversation asking Carol what was wrong. She leaned forward and moved closer to me so I could hear her over the loud music blaring out now in the bar, "Life is so dull. This is my second marriage and there's no fun. The kids wear me out and my husband just does his own thing and gets wasted all the time. Look at that group over there," she motioned to four or five of the young high flyers from the office, "they'll pull tonight if they want. They already are fighting off blokes who want to get in their knickers. No one gives me a second look."
Attempting to be gallant I suggested that Carol had more to offer than she realised.
"Look Carol, Annie is right, you have a good job, home, kids and a husband you must love as you wouldn't be together. You are attractive, intelligent and interesting. What's not to like?"
This seemed to do the trick as Carol smiled and gave me a little peck on the cheek with her lips that matched the red of her blouse.
"Thanks mate," she said before draining her Southern Comfort and coke.
The evening progressed and by 9pm we were in an over-crowded bar with a dance floor and more of that deafening music that made small talk difficult. Carol and Annie were quite merry by now with the effects of quite a few drinks kicking in. They'd just had a jaunt around the dance floor and as they came back to where I was standing Carol half stumbled through the throng of moving people and I instinctively put my arms out to steady her.
I managed to stop her falling but her momentum brought her body in to contact with mine and I felt her hands slip behind my back and before I knew it she hand planted her lips on mine and her tongue was in my mouth.
Responding in kind for what felt like an age, my own inhibition worn down by alcohol, I felt an instant and steel like erection which Carol must have felt even through my jeans as she pulled herself closer to me.
Pulling away slightly I noticed Annie looking a little embarrassed. Before I could say anything Carol was kissing me again and her right hand moved from my back, slipped in the small gap between our bodies and brushed against my erection. I thought I was going to come there and then, doubting I had any self control as I found this sudden and unexpected physical contact with someone I had worked with for four years very exciting.
Slightly embarrassed that someone would see Carol rubbing my crotch I took hold of her wrist to stop her. She stopped kissing me and her eyes were questioning.
"It's really busy in here and we can't just ignore Annie," I explained.
Carol nodded her understanding, stepped back from me and grabbed Annie by the wrist and then led her away through the crowds in the direction of the toilets.
Standing alone my head was buzzing. In the dim light of the bar I hoped the bulge in my jeans was not too obvious. I had no idea where any of this was going, but I was relieved that the three of us seemed to have become separated from our colleagues and so my little indiscretion was not readily apparent.
It wasn't long before Carol and Annie reappeared. Carol walked confidently up to me and leaned close to my ear and told me, "Annie has said we can go back to her flat with her. She has a few bottles of wine and her fiancé is away."
"Ok," I responded and we finished our drinks then made our way through the crowded bar and were soon out on the cold, dark street looking for a taxi.
After a short walk we found one and all managed to fit in to the back seat. I sat behind the driver, Carol in the middle and Annie behind the front passenger seat. The driver soon had us out of the city centre and on to the darker, suburban streets. What little street light there was didn't penetrate far in to the back of the taxi and I felt Carols hand on my thigh then resting on the flies of my jeans. I was worried that she was going to free my hard cock and that the driver would see in his mirror or Annie would be offended, but my fears were short lived as she simply rubbed gently and occasionally squeezed me, all the time not looking in my direction but carrying on a conversation with Annie.
As we drove through a more populous area the taxi was periodically lit up and Carol moved her hand away from me. I looked across her to Annie and as the street light fell on her upper body I noticed how her small breast were topped by hard nipples, pressing in to the cotton of her vest in response to the cold air they were subjected to when we left the bar. I couldn't help but wonder what she would look like naked and whilst she was not readily attractive to me, my preconceptions had already been challenged once by Carol's advances and I decided I just didn't know where things were going.
The ride was soon over and the driver pulled up outside a large, old house that had been converted in to flats. I followed Annie and Carol up a short flight of steps that climbed from the street to the front door of Annie's ground-floor flat and she soon had the door open and as she stepped in she said, "I'll open the wine, you two make yourselves at home in the sitting room," and she pointed to a door off the entrance hall as she went a short way down the hall to another door off to the kitchen.
I had just got inside the hall and turned after closing the door when Carol pushed me backwards so my back was against the door and her mouth was again pressed against mine, arms wrapped round my neck.
As we kissed passionately I could feel her large breasts pushing in to my chest and my hands came to rest on her hips. I let my hands slip a little lower down the outside of her thighs and could feel the clips of her garter belt where they met her stocking tops.
Our embrace was broken momentarily as Annie left the kitchen and went in to the living room carrying three glasses and an open bottle of wine. Seconds later she came back out of the living room and asked in her rather immature way if we were having fun and then said she was off to make up the spare bed for Carol.
"Thanks Annie," Carol responded, then turning to me she explained, "I told my hubby I was staying at Annie's tonight as her fiancé is away. I wasn't lying to him."
With that Carol took me in to the living room and we sat next to each other on a large, leather sofa.
I scanned the room, impressed by its size. A nice wooden floor covered with a large white fur rug in front of a fire place. Two leather sofas and subdued lighting, not much more than a flicker.
The wine stood on a small table and Carol poured three glasses. I could hear noises from the spare bedroom as Annie was making up the guest bed.
I reached over and took one of the glasses of wine from the small table and as I sat back Carol leaned fowards, sliding her bottom away from me, and ended up with her head in my lap. Before I knew what was happening she had my zip down and deftly freed my erect penis from my boxer shorts.
"What if Annie comes back in?" I hissed in a distressed whisper.
"Oh, just relax," Carol replied before slipping her red lips over the head of my shaft which she had just uncovered by sliding my foreskin back.
