When I was 27 I got a management position at an office of about 55 people. It was a pretty nice accomplishment for a guy my age. There were two ladies who worked for me there about the same age- Lynn and Lake. Lake was a pretty woman; long blond hair, creamy white skin, striking blue eyes, nice tits, long nails, and a great figure. To add to it, she was a big time sports fan, and could beat most men at a round of golf (from the tips!). Lake was hot, but Lynn was a knock out. Her green eyes popped and she had long thick brown hair with blond highlights which cascaded off her shoulders and down her back. She was a workout freak, and her efforts showed. She had model like curves to go with her gorgeous tan. Her sizzling ass perfectly complimented her C tits. Lynn was into fashion and knew exactly how to dress to show off her body. Essentially, they were the kind of women a married man with two kids dreams about working with. To add to it, the two of them were best friends and shared an apartment (which led to all kinds of jokes and innuendos from the guys around the office).
Both ladies were single, though they dated. Even though I was married, a part of me got that high school excitement when I learned they were single again, and by the same measure, a little sad when I heard that they were dating again. Because we were close in age (most of the office was older), I had a really good relationship with both of them. Mind you I was their boss and no line was ever crossed. We did not socialize out of work, and were professional at the office.
Five years later I found myself at a new company with much a bigger salary, some which I had to give to the wife I was now divorced from. Lake had married finally, but Lynn was coming out of another relationship. I had not seen either of the girls in person since I took my new position a little over a year ago. However, we occasionally emailed back and forth due to common political interests & mutual friends (in addition to being connected on Facebook). Still, it was nothing unique. At least not till the day I got an email from Lynn asking me to call her.
As I said, she was coming out of another long relationship. She had an upcoming wedding for a cousin and didn't want to deal with questions about when she was going to get married herself, or deal with aunts and neighbors offering to set her up all night. Lynn knew I'd been divorced for about a year and asked if I minded going as platonic date, but pretending to be a boyfriend. I instantly agreed.
The afternoon of the wedding I picked Lynn up at the condo she'd since moved into. When she opened the door, I nearly broke my jaw on my instant erection. Lynn had somehow become even curvier than the last time I saw her. She had on a tight black dress which attached behind her neck. Her tanned arms were bare, as was most of her back, and her freckled tits were popping out. The dress only went a couple inches past her crotch, and her long legs were cased in a sexy pair of panty hose. Sexy black high heels rounded out the outfit.
After muttering an awkward, "wow" and telling her how great she looked, Lynn returned the compliment and gave me a hello hug which I sort of pushed out of early so she wouldn't feel my hard on jabbing her belly.
As we drove, she profusely thanked me for going, reiterating how tired it had become to constantly have to answer questions about her 'status.' It was pretty easy for us to play this game since we'd know each other for several years and could play off each other pretty smoothly as she was introducing me to her family. At the church I spent pretty much every chance I got staring down her dress. The reception was about two and a half hours out of town, and Lynn had gotten a hotel room for us so we could at least enjoy some drinks. You can bet my mind was already getting it's hopes up!
When we arrived at the hotel where the reception was being held, Lynn began introducing me to her family and friends. She would explain how we met at work, how I used to be her boss, how she'd always known I had a thing of her, etc. Sadly, everything about this farce was true! Throughout the cocktail hour, she was constantly rubbing my arm, holding my hand, & leaning into me (God, she smelled good...). When we sat down for dinner, she placed her hand on my knee under the table. This seemed unnecessary for an act, but I went with it and tried not to read into things.
We were seated at a table with Lynn's sister and husband, her parents, her Mom's sister and husband, and some old neighbors from sometime back. The bride and groom had a little gimmick they explained as dinner was getting going. They had cards with all the couples who were in attendance written on them. Each time glasses were clinked for the newlyweds to kiss, they would pull a card and that couple was supposed to kiss as well. This took off right away. Grandma and Grampa got pulled. Lots of the younger couples who were friends were getting pulled. I really wasn't paying much attention to anything but how hot Lynn looked when, you guessed it, our card got pulled.
Lynn gave me a split second hard look with her gorgeous eyes and then leaned in and gave me the hottest kiss I'd ever had. Her tough swirled my mouth and I could feel her tits pushing into my chest. The whole room howled, and the DJ made some comment about kids being present. When she pulled away, I looked at her father and sarcastically commented that it was our first kiss (ah, the irony...). He didn't seem amused, though Lynn's sister appeared impressed.
Near the end of dinner, Lynn realized she'd left the card in the room and quick needed to run back and grab it from her luggage. She invited me to 'keep her company' on the walk back to the room. However, I figured she was up to something because we hadn't checked into the room yet, not to mention I was almost positive I'd seen her put the card in the box in arrival line. As we walked through the reception hall, she pulled the room key from her purse. I asked when she checked in and she commented that she had quickly done it while I was parking the car after dropping her off from the church.
We got on the elevator with an elderly couple who were going to the same floor. As we rose, I gave Lynn this, "what are you up to?" look. She smiled at me and started making a little small talk with the other couple. When we got off, we went to the end of the hall and Lynn keyed us in. The room was massive. It had a whirlpool tub in the center of the room, and one king sized bed (she'd told me in her invite 'separate beds'). As I was taking in the room, Lynn grabbed me and said, "I don't want to be just friends anymore" and pulled my mouth onto hers. We kissed as deeply and passionately as I can ever remember kissing any person. She moved to kissing and breathing warm breath into my ear (she smelled soooo good), and then rubbing my cock through my suit pants. We were still standing in the doorway!
Lynn kissed my neck and kept rubbing my dick. She pulled me over to the vanity counter outside the bathroom (kissing as we walked over). When we got there, she undid the belt on my suit pants causing them to fall to the ground. With that she turned around, lifted up her tiny dress (it didn't have far to go), revealing a thong I could have flossed with which she moved aside. Her ass was perfectly tan, and as I said earlier, perfectly shaped.
I could have lifted a car off the ground with my erection and she was so wet I could smell her pussy five feet away. Lynn guided me in and I began thrusting at a medium pace. She was bracing herself by grabbing the sink. I could see her eyes were closed in the mirror, and her cleavage was gently bouncing still cased in her dress. I honestly thought I would cum in about ten thrusts, but I think I was a little distracted by the fact that I was actually having sex at all. After a minute or two Lynn said, "We gotta get back..." She moved her hands down and gently tickled my nuts with her nails, and almost in trance softly moaned, "fuck me." I came. And came. And came.
We stood there for a minute or two catching our breaths. Lynn then stood up which naturally allowed me to fall out of her. She shimmied her dress back down, then turned, looked deep into my eyes and gave me another giant kiss on the mouth. "Go get the luggage out of the car and meet me back down there." With that, she left the room. Literally 10 minutes earlier I had been eating steamed vegetables and a lousy piece of chicken while dreaming of fucking this woman. Now I stood with my pants at my ankles in a bare hotel room just having had the best sex of my life.
After taking a couple bags in from the car I headed back to the reception. Music had begun and the bar was back open. Lynn was talking to a group of people I didn't know, and she introduced me as her boyfriend which was kind of cool since it no longer felt like an act. A slower song came on and Lynn excused us from the group, grabbed my wrist, & pulled me onto the dance floor. She pulled herself tight against me while I had my hand on the small of her bare back, with my bottom fingers tickling below the edge of her dress. She leaned up and whispered into my ear, "I suggest you get some coffee. You've a looong night ahead of you." That sprung my dick back to life.
I actually did have a cup of coffee and then nursed a bottle of beer for the next hour or so. She introduced to me to all sorts of people I had no idea who they were and we danced several more songs. Every chance she got to say something dirty she did. "You cum is starting to leak out of me. I'll need some more" was my personal favorite. Around 10:15 she stated she couldn't stand it anymore and started saying goodbyes. By 10:30 we were on our way back to the room...
This time we had the elevator to ourselves and we were making out like I was leaving for war in the morning. We got off the elevator and she practically dragged me down the hall to our room. She again keyed us in and the second the door was closed began taking my clothes off. It took about 3 seconds to get her naked.
Lynn's pussy was shaved bare as a baby's and was juicier (and better tasting) than a watermelon. She pulled me on top of her on the bed and ordered me to fuck her. I was slid into her and started pumping at a medium pace, trying to take it all in. Lynn, grabbed my hair and pulled her mouth toward my ear and moaned "I said FUCK me. Let's go! Give it to me!" We were positioned opposite way across the bed. I had my hands on the edge of the bed which I was using for leverage. I was pumping as hard as I could and could feel my abs working hard. Her legs we wrapped so tightly around me I was having a little trouble pulling back out after thrusting in. Lynn's hands were still on the back of my head. She was now gently moaning each time I plowed into her. After another minute or two I unloaded my second huge load into her. We were both sweating pretty hard and panting.
