Things had been quiet around the office as of late. I went through the usual post-coital feelings of immense guilt that had accompanied me after every girl I had snagged in college. Imagine bounding into work the next day and seeing your boss, as unsexy as she was the night before, on the phone, clicking on her keyboard, her glasses down to the end of her nose, immersed in work, the computer screen illuminating every wrinkle on her forehead.
EW! I thought to myself. I fucked a 53 year old woman! It felt like the morning after gulping down too many fruit cocktails. It was icky, And it was SO perverted. Undercover of night the desire can make your loins raw with hunger. In the plain daylight it makes you feel like a freak or sex crazed vampire.
I hoped that she would keep it a secret from the other co-workers, or would she? Did all the other women know? How could I tell. Was that on everyone's minds? 'Peter fucked Anne, how gross? Peter fucked anne why not me?'
What the hell was going on? Suddenly Mr. Young and In Control was Mr. Without a Fucking Clue.
The worst was that she had grown kids my age that once in awhile popped their heads in the office. How weird was it to say hi to her son, knowing that I had fucked his mother in the very hole he was born out of.
It just didn't seem right. I, I had determined, had significant problems.
Anne was playing like nothing had happened. Maybe she thought she dreamed it.
At first I felt totally ashamed and repulsed by her. I kept in my cubicle, she said in hers. I wanted to have nothing to do with her. But I decided to be mature and play like nothing had happened too and try to put it behind me. And so we went on with our ho hum lives, I with a little less swagger in my step, her with a little less advice to give.
After a week or two my old style began to return. I felt pretty desperate again and the old fantasies about Anne would rekindle themselves at night. I would stroke myself and think about how it felt to suck on her clit and hear her moan. It was deeply erotic. I started warming to the idea of giving her another chance. And after all - she owned me a very BIG favor. Oh to watch her give it away. After 53 years, she must know how to suck a good cock....
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Driving home in my car (fondling myself) after a hard day of work I received a telephone call. It was late autumn - cold out and I struggled to find that goddamn phone. I fumbled it out of my jacket and it fell on the floor and I picked it up and then I saw that it was her number. 'Oh shit' I thought - my stomach sank into a pit. 'Don't be a little boy' I said to myself. 'Just pick up the phone!' So I did,
'Hello'
'Hi Peter, it's Anne.'
'I know' I said in the dry tone that was our cynical, detached staple. She chuckled..
'Listen I have some work I need you to do by the end of this week and it's really important. Jesse just called me and told me that he can't do it because he's tied up with other things. Do you think you ca add it on to your work pile?'
Without hesitating I said 'yes.' The truth is I had plenty of things to do, but, always wanting to please my boss, I always said yes, without question. I was, in essence. A pushover.
At the same time I was a bit mad at her. Who the fuck was this lady that lets some 20 year old guy fuck her give her the cold shoulder and then hangs him out to dry. Was this all an easy game for her. She always seemed so distant. But at the same time she was NO babe. What was going through her mind?
'So can you pick up the work now?' she asked.
'Huh?' I responded.
'You need to get a crack at it now,' she said in an unusually demanding voice.
'Come by my place and pick it up.'
Dead silence.
'You want me to come by now?' I said, idiotically.
'Yes,' she said calm but firmly. 'It's REALLY important, I want you to take a look at it tonight.'
GULP.
For the first time in my life, I was scared. Scared shitless. That old bitch wanted my cock back, and she was going to get it - whether I liked it or not. So I agreed to give it to her. But this time I wouldn't be so generous.
'So where do you live...?" I asked.
She proceeded to give me instructions as I drove on....
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Anne's house was situated at the end of a road in a more rural part of the semi-large town we worked in.
There were lots of trees which looked rather spooky at this time of the year, and I have to say everything seemed a bit ghoulish as I drove to her house. The smoke from the back of my car dissipated into the mist, and the only light was that from my headlights, and the occasional window.
Inside so many I could see people curled up watching TV, leading free and normal lives. People who didn't fuck their boss, and weren't about to eat a 53 year old vagina.
I found the mailbox number and turned and bumped my way to he rather small cottage at the end of a long driveway. Neighboring dogs filled the air with howls and barks. My hands felt cold. My dick might as well have been shrink wrapped. I might as well have been about to get teeth drilled I was so anxious.