It was seven in the evening as Christopher laced up his running shoes. He had an eight o'clock meeting with Mandy Sullivan at the Little League office, above the concession stand at the local ball field. She wanted to talk about additional financial support from his business to the Little League.
It had been a grueling day. Business at his local Building Supply and Lumber Yard was setting record pace. Luckily, Christopher had a loyal and talented staff. They had covered for him as he mourned his wife's death six months earlier. They had kept the business running smoothly. He was looking forward to paying out the performance bonuses after the spring rush subsided. He enjoyed rewarding loyalty.
He had grilled hot dogs and made a salad and beans for dinner. He had checked the kid's homework and tested his daughter on her spelling words. She got a perfect score, as usual. His son would watch after his little sister while Dad was at the meeting.
Instead of driving to the Little League office, Christopher decided to run. He needed a little exercise to burn off the wear and tear of his day. He had tried to call Mandy at home and on her cell phone. He wanted to warn her that he would sweaty from the run and hoped she would understand. He also needed a ride home. He wasn't concerned when he didn't reach her. Mandy and her husband Paul were long-time friends. She wouldn't be inconvenienced by driving him home.
The run to the ball field went quickly. Christopher was out of breathe and wet with sweat as he reached the gravel parking lot. A light was on in the Little League office and Mandy's green Ford Explorer sat alone in the parking lot. He was fifteen minutes early. The sooner the meeting started, the sooner he would be home.
Christopher could hear a rock and roll station playing on the radio as he opened the door and climbed the stairs to the second floor office. He was about to call out as he reached the landing, but stopped in his tracks.
Mandy was slumped in an office chair. Her back was to him. She was facing the window overlooking the parking lot. He could see her short jean skirt was pushed to her waist. The arms of the chair supported her spread legs. A pair of lacy white panties hung from her left ankle.
Christopher stood on the landing in silence. He watched her reflection in the window, as she rubbed and fingered her pussy with one hand and pinched her nipples through a white tee shirt with the other hand.
He understood why she was facing the parking lot. She wanted to be able to spot the headlights of his approaching car. Who could have known? Sweet, innocent Mandy Sullivan was a little slut. And, damn she was cute. Mandy was 37 years old. She stood 5'1" and weighed 110 lbs. She had very short natural blond hair and a truly innocent looking face, sparkling blue eyes and bright white teeth. Her body was compact with B-cup breasts and a killer ass. In fact, he had fantasized about her ass since she had moved to town.
And, she liked dirty talk. He could hear her above the sound of the music. "Pound my sloppy pussy. Fill my cunt. Use me." Mandy's hand gained speed as she fingered her open gash. Filthy words, moans and grunts poured from the little housewife's mouth.
Christopher stood transfixed in the doorway. His right hand absently stroking his eight inch cock and thought about this MILF's tight pussy.
"Oh God...getting so close...I'm going too..."
"Wouldn't it feel better with a giant cock stuck in your pussy?" Christopher calmly asked.
Mandy shrieked in surprise and jumped from the chair, her skirt falling to its proper position. Her orgasm lost for the moment. "I didn't see you coming, how did you get in here?" she yelled in a hysterical voice.
Mandy was close to panick. Christopher wasn't sure if the panick was due to the embarrassment of the situation or the frustration of not cumming.
"Mandy, you didn't answer my question. Wouldn't it feel better with a giant cock stuffed in your pussy?"
She just stared at him.
Christopher could see the lust and need in her eyes. "Mandy, you look so fucking sexy." And he meant it. She was standing in a preppy little tee, jean skirt, ankle socks and sneakers. While he was dressed in a sweat soaked tee, gym shorts and running shoes. The contrast was amusing.
"I've always thought you were sexy as hell," he said as he walked into room. Standing directly in front of her. He reached up and stroked her cheek gently. "Isn't Paul giving you what you need?" he asked while looking deep into her blue eyes.
Mandy sadly shook her head no. "We make love two or three times a week. Paul's a gentle lover, but sometimes....".
"Tell me," Christopher coaxed.
"I can't," Mandy sobbed. She looked so sexy, vulnerable and horny.
Christopher held her chin and continued to stare into her eyes. "...But sometimes? I want to know."
She stood in her spot quietly shaking her head no.
Christopher's cock was rock hard; he was horny and decided to move this game along. "Sometimes you don't want to make love...right?" He leaned in and kissed her cheek.
Other than a slight increase in her breathing, Mandy didn't react. "Instead, you want to be fucked." She moaned as he leaned in again and kissed her mouth. Her lips parted and his tongue pushed into her wet mouth. Their tongues dueled. When Mandy let her tongue slip into Christopher's mouth, she was surprised when his teeth firmly grabbed hold.
He used his teeth to pull her tongue. She grunted...he knew this was a little painful and very exciting for her. He let go of her tongue and kissed her hard. Mandy responded by putting her hands around his neck.
She pressed tightly against his sweaty body. With his hands on her waist, he held her against him. They kissed hard and long.
When their lips parted, they were both breathing hard. Christopher turned Mandy around, so her back was pressed into his chest. His hands went back to her waist and he pulled her killer ass against his rock hard cock. He stared at their reflection in the window in front of them.
He reached for the bottom of her shirt and yanked it over her head. Mandy yelped in surprise. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were a firm B-Cup. She had small pink nipples that stood erect.
"Show me how Paul feels your breasts." When she hesitated, Christopher continued in a stern voice, "Now...show me now" and he bit the lobe of her ear.
Mandy raised her hands from her side and cupped her small breasts. She gently squeezed and rubbed her tits and rubbed the tips of her rosy nipples. Her eyes were closed and a red blush spread across her chest. Mandy's breathing was shallow.
"Does it feel good?" Christopher asked.
"It feels very nice," she answered quietly.
Christopher reached for her hands and pushed them to her sides. He whispered into her ear, "my turn, now."
He mimicked her earlier movements. He was gentle. He lightly brushed the palm of his hands over her nipples and gently squeezed her breasts. She leaned into him and let out a quite, "uuuuuuummmmmmmmm". Her breast felt great.
He whispered again, "how about this?" He began squeezing harder and pinching her erect nips.
