By Design Ch 03

By Design 3

Chapter 1 and 2 should perhaps be read first for context. Introverted young man works with shy, quiet, but horny older woman. Things heat up and a new arrangement is made. Thank you for all your comments, very much appreciated. As suspected, this is loosely based on real life events. All characters over 18 years of age.

A new dawn

I woke from a deep sleep with a start. I was definitely not used to waking up with a deep kiss, and prickles rubbing on my lips causing an immediate hardening of my cock, which was being gently stroked by a warm hand.

"Good morning, Ben," Maureen said, "about time you woke up, we have a lot to do today to get ready for work tomorrow, but first, I need to check on my good friend and lover down here."

With that she flipped the comforters back and buried her head in my crotch, sucking in my erection, tongue slaving over the head. Dressed only in her light silk gown, she was energetically exploring her new "toy".

"Umm, Maureen, love" I said as I stroked her head, "I need to go to the bathroom and freshen up.

"Mmmm, I can taste you and your willing maiden, but OK, off you go, then get your butt into the kitchen, we have a lot to do," she said as she gave me a final squeeze.

Over breakfast, we talked about all the "extra" stuff we had to do, for example, I usually grabbed a bite to eat in the company cafeteria for lunch, whereas she took in a packed (healthy) lunch. I had a suspicion that I was going to be giving up burgers and fries for salad in the near future.

I knew I would have to do a whole lot of work to get the address change to my bank, cell phone and other providers, and I wanted to get her internet service upgraded to a high speed service with Wi-Fi in the house, while she needed to check with her insurance company about having a lodger.

With that out the way, she stood and straddled my lap.

"Now, Ben," she said, "make me cum," and with that held my head as she kissed me deeply.

I felt under her gown, and as I suspected, she was naked under there, and she was soaked. Spreading her slips with my fingers, I began to gently stroke her prominent clit. I kissed her deeply and began to strum on and around her bud. Maureen began to squirm, and I used my free hand to squeeze her breast though her gown, tweaking the nipple. She began to undulate her hips and then suddenly froze, head rearing back, as the orgasm rippled through her.

"Aaahhhhh," she groaned and slumped forward into my chest, "thank you, Ben. You have no idea how good that feels, and you are so good at that."

I kissed the top of her head, holding her close.

"Let's get you in the shower and ready to get the things we need to do, done, then we can come back and relax. It's going to be a long, 4-day week for us!" I teased.

I led her to the shower, and we both took turns soaping each other down, with me taking my own sweet time making sure that I shampooed and rinsed both her red head and her red muff really well, much to her amusement.

"You are truly a perv!" she teased.

"Not me," I replied, "but let's face it, I love the curls both at the top and the bottom."

"Mmmm," she replied, "but what about my girls?" as she lifted her cute breasts up for some oral attention.

"Can't forget those beauties," I replied and kissed and sucked at her nipples.

She sucked in a breath and gripped my cock in a soapy embrace.

"I want more," she begged.

I kissed her softly and promised to make sure she would be getting a full load once we were done for the day.

"Spoilsport!" she grinned.

We managed to get out without any further injury and dressed for the day. Naturally, Maureen's casual dress was a little more than casual, with an uplifting red bra, red garter belt and lacy panties, with dark stockings under a knee length skirt, and a dark blue lacy top. She topped it off with a short jacket, sensible heels and was ready to go. I felt quite underdressed in jeans and a polo.

As we thought, it took quite a while to get everything done, her internet upgraded, additional supplies for the week, and at her insistence, a stop at the garden centre, because as she said, "I now have a ready supply of manly labour to help me out."

On impulse, I added a small tabletop barbecue and some charcoal bricks to the load, saying we could enjoy the weather and cook at the same time. We grabbed a quick bite to eat at the mall food court, and then started for home.

I had managed to get the changes to my address sorted out with my cell phone provider, and on impulse, added Maureen to my plan and purchased a basic smartphone for her, over her objection. I told her I needed to check up on her to make sure she wasn't bothering any new engineers or interns, which made her go red faced, and she shot back that she had captured her design engineer, who was like a moth to the flame. I couldn't argue with her on that point!

We unloaded all the purchases, with me hauling the garden supplied into her backyard, while she sorted out the food. As soon as we were done, Maureen wanted to get out and do some gardening, so it was time to change into something more suitable.

Being an ever willing helper, I took the opportunity to assist her in the change, taking off her skirt and blouse, running my hands over her sides and butt.

"Ben, we'll never get finished if you start now." She smiled.

"OK, but first a little warm up" I said as I removed her bra and cupped her lovely little breasts for a quick suck on those prominent nipples.

"Ben!" she teased, "later"

She pulled a light summer dress from her closet, and was about to find a bra, when I asked her to leave that off.

"I am NOT going topless in the yard," she told me.

"Well, maybe not topless, but accessible?" I asked, which got me a smack on the arm.

"I think you should change your panties, these are too good for gardening," I suggested.

"So bottomless as well?" she asked.

"Great idea!" I agreed.

With a feigned sigh, she slid her lacy knickers off, at which point I took the opportunity to rub her furry cleft and squeeze her ass.

She squirmed out of my reach and quickly slid the dress over her head.

"There, satisfied?" she asked with a grin, act which point I kissed her hard and took her hand to lead her outside.

While Maureen knelt and weeded the garden beds, I quickly pulled her mower out of the garden shed and quickly cut the relatively small expanse of grass. After bagging the clippings, I carried the bags f soil over to Maureen, who was now planting the flowers she had bought. She was kneeling on a soft pad, had a wide bonnet protecting her face and neck, and gardening gloves on.

With the soil in place, I took in her beautiful rump, and caressed her bare bum through her dress.

She whipped her head around, "Ben, what are you up to now?"

"Can't I just admire the beauty that abounds in this garden?" I asked facetiously.

I slipped my hand under her dress and up her thighs to her pussy and slid two fingers between her bush and into her.

"Ben!!!" she groaned, dropping her head onto her forearms, "People will see... arrgh, uh, Ben, please!"

I pumped the fingers for a moment, then slid them out, flicking her clit as I withdrew my hand. She was soaked.

"Ben, you are truly bad," she gasped, raising back up. I lifted the crown of her hat and kissed her softly.

"And you are a temptress, my love, out here with nothing between you and nature than a thin summer dress. How can a man not be bad?"

"Let's get finished, and then you can fuck me to your hearts content." she instructed.

We finished up with what she wanted to achieve, put everything away, and headed inside. Both of us were a little sweaty, so a shower was in order. But first, I lifted her dress over her head and sat her on the edge of her bed, spreading her thighs. Her glorious red hair covered pussy was too tempting and I sank my face into her bush. Sweaty it was, but mingled with her nectar, and I made a meal of my time there.

She gripped my head as I sucked on her clit.

"Ben, Ben, aargh you are going to make me cum," she groaned.

That just encouraged me to keep going and I sank my fingers into her slit and sucked hard on her clit. Just before she erupted, I stopped.

"Let's shower," I said.

"Bastard!" she groaned but followed me into the shower.

I took my time soaping her down, playing close attention to her breasts, muff and ass, making sure I covered all of her sensitive spots. As I finished and began a quick rinse, she grabbed my cock and began stroking me hard.

"My turn," she grinned.

I cheated and pulled her close in a tight hug and kissed her deeply.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," I whispered in her ear.

I dried her off, and led her to her bed, laying her down gently on her back. I spread her legs and began to kiss her all the way from her knees to her bristly lip.

"Are you ready, gorgeous?" I asked.

"Just fuck me, Ben," she growled.

I slowly edged up between her spread thighs, and after sliding my cockhead up and down her slit, I gently eased forward into her. As I sank deeper, she wrapped her thighs around me and began to pull herself deeper. I went gently deeper into her warm wet slit and then thrust deep.

"Oh yess, I can feel you, so thick and hard, Ben, please just fuck me hard!" she begged.

I began to ride her hard, using one hand to massage her tit, squeezing and twisting the nipple, fucking her deep, her creamy walls gripping me tight as she squeezed. Her breathing shortened, and with each thrust, a little squeal, and soon I saw the ripples of an impending orgasm on her stomach. She pulled hard on her thighs and heels and erupted in a high pitched squeal as she came.

I was way behind her, and continued to fuck her, but this time more slowly, long strokes, coming almost out of her and then driving deep into her. She kept arching her back to meet my thrusts and I could soon feel the pressure building in my balls.

"I'm almost there, Maureen," I whispered into her ear. She wrapped her arms about me, and kissed me hard.

"Fill me Ben, I'm going to cum again," she cried.

Within moments I came, pumping jet after jet of seed into her. She came hard, squealing loudly as she clamped herself around my cock, her legs crushing me into her.

"Holy, that was intense!" she murmured as she finally relaxed and came down from her high.

We lay there, wrapped together, her small breasts crushed into my chest, leg across mine.

"We need to get something to eat, and an early night, with both of us back at work tomorrow. I am going to miss all this. I don't want to let work get in the way of our life here, Ben. Please don't see me as the old maid in the office. I really want to keep going the way we are." She said.

"I won't be, Maureen," I said, "this weekend has really opened my eyes to just what a loving, yes, horny, woman you are. I don't see an old maid anywhere around here."

"Mmmm," she said and kissed me hard, "thank you."

Somehow we managed to get dressed, me in shorts, and Maureen in her simple wrap. After cobbling a meal together, we relaxed on her couch, her laying with her head on my lap, while I played with her breasts, talking about the weekend, what we needed to do to really get settled.

I slipped my hand under her robe, and played with her curls, occasionally circling her clit. She sighed and snuggled closer.

"You really like my hair, don't you, Ben?" she grinned.

"It's magical," I said, "please don't ever take it off, I'd be devastated."

We knew we had to get some sleep, and I took her to her bed, and again, she patted the open side. She spooned up to me, taking my arm and pressing it to her breasts as we fell asleep.

Back to work

All too soon two alarms went off, and we crawled out of bed. I made coffee while Maureen put together a quick breakfast. I gave her a hug and sent her off to shower, while I made a few sandwiches and salad for our lunches.

That done, I went up to shower as she emerged, drying her hair under a towel. I managed a quick grope of her lovely little breasts before she slapped my hand away.

"No time, Ben" she smiled, "or we'll never make work"

I feigned a heavy sigh and headed to the shower. When I came out, I stopped, stunned at what I was seeing. Maureen had put on her form fitting girdle, plain beige stockings, her "granny" panties and an old fashioned bra and was stepping into a half slip.

"Umm, Maureen," I asked, "what happened to the sexy garter belt, knickers and your lovely sexy bra that you spent hours choosing?"

She smiled and turned to me.

"What, you don't like my office "uniform?" she teased, "Lets take a look at today. You go to HR and give them a change of address. In about 30 seconds, it hits the grapevine and all the gossips in the building know, or think, you are "shacking up" with me. I show up in sexy new clothes, which they will notice, by the way, walking bowlegged like I have been roundly ridden all weekend, which I have been, and before you know it, my reputation as a shy, crusty old maid is ruined. I am going to have really be careful not to give away too much of a well satisfied smile, just be the old, shy, unattractive, office admin that I have always been."

"And as for you, your reputation amongst the young, willing maidens would be ruined, not to put too fine a point on it, and your fellow engineers will be riding your arse all day, just as it appears you want to ride mine!"

"So, it's plain old underway as befits my age, a simple dress and my comfortable shoes for me, and you had better wipe that grin off your face and make like your landlady is a bossy old hag who likes things her way and you better not step out of line!"

"Maureen, I am truly chastened, and I will heed the wisdom of your wise words. May I thank you by sucking that wonderful pussy before you camouflage it for the day?" I smiled.

"Go. Get dressed. Be like the nerdy, introverted engineer that you are supposed to be!" she directed with a smile.

And so it began. I gave HR my change of address, and within minutes she texted me from her new smartphone "

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degree from the gossips. Told them you are a pain in the butt, but needed a place to stay".

I didn't get any comments, but my boss let me know that given the stage the project was at I'd likely be assigned to the R&D division to work on the pilot testing. Oh well, something was bound to happen, and the corporation was quite conservative and leery of any issues at the HR level.

I began to wrap up the immediate work on the design that I had been assigned and start the research into the pilot testing that had been scheduled.

We avoided each other at lunch, and after work Maureen left promptly and I dawdled a bit, meeting up with her at my car in a now practically empty company parking lot. As soon as we got in and closed the doors, she leant over a gave me one of her scorching kisses.

"Wanted to do that every time I saw you today," she laughed, "come on, let's get home."

We got home and as soon as we walked in the door, she headed to her bedroom, wanting to get out of her "uniform". Being the gentleman, I helped her out of the dress, the bra and girdle, running my hands over the marks on her hips, kissing her neck.

"Ben, let's eat and then relax." She smiled.

I took our new barbecue our to the patio and got it going to do some steaks while Maureen prepared the salads and drinks. It was a pleasant evening, sitting on the patio and just talking, not about work, but about us. She told me she preferred music over TV shows, found it more relaxing. She rarely went out, only occasionally with colleagues to dinner or a gathering at someone's house.

She knew I was a loner, played soccer, and was more of a voracious reader of anything I could get my hands on. Up to now, with work added, that was my life. She smiled at that.

"So you aren't unhappy with the new arrangement?"

"Not at all, this is pure heaven for me." I replied.

"Even though I am old, crabby and set in my ways?" she asked.

"Maureen, you may be all that, but you are one sexy, horny, and voracious lover." I replied as she blushed.

That night I held her tight from behind as we got ready for bed, cupping her little pear-shaped tits, and squeezing her nipples. I spent time ruffling her pubes as she leant back into me.

"Take me as you want, Ben, I am all yours," she whispered.

"How about we try something new?" I asked and got her on her hands and knees, with her glorious ass ready for me.

"Ben," she warned, "nothing kinky, ok?"

I smiled and caressed her cheeks spreading them wide, her hair showing from labia to little hole. Squeezing and spreading her labia, I used my fingers to stimulate her. When the juices began flowing and dewing her hair, I ran my cockhead up and down her slit.

"Oh, yes, Ben," she murmured.

Slowly inserting my cock into her, I pressed forward, burying myself deep in her.

"Aaahh, so deep, so thick", she whispered, "fuck me Ben, fuck me hard."

With that I began and gentle slow rhythm driving deep, pulling back and thrusting forward again. Her forehead slumped on the bedsheets as she reached back to diddle her clit in time with my thrusts. At the same time, I licked my thumb and began to press and circle her little hole, probing inside just a little. She groaned and thrust back slightly.

"Ahh, Ben, please, not there, not yet," she groaned as I could feel her walls tightening around my shaft. I kept up the pressure, never penetrating, but letting her know that her little hole was part of the game. She began to push back into me with each stroke of my cock, her breathing shortening, fingers strumming her clit as she whimpered into the bedsheets.

We were now getting closer, our rhythms becoming more and more in tune. She began to become more vocal, very Irish in accent, as she got closer and closer to her peak. Suddenly she lifted her head and yelled "Now, Ben, now, cum with me!"

I exploded deep in her pussy as her body convulsed, shaking as she milked me dry. I slumped over her and rolled to one side, my cock slipping from her. She rose over and lay on my chest.

"That was magic!" she moaned "your cock in me is just what I have missed all these years."

I cleaned her up with the warm washcloth as she lay spread-eagled on her bed. When I lay next to her and cuddled, she whispered "And we are going to have to talk about your fascination with my bum. I have to admit, that finger added to the pleasure tonight!"

Into a new routine

In the days that followed, we fell into a comfortable routine, up early, breakfast, dress for work, and then I would drive her to the office where we spent the day on our work, studiously avoiding any semblance of a relationship.

After work, it was much the same, we rode home together, chatting about the day, and once home, Maureen would change while I started supper. On the days I was out at the plant, I also showered and changed to get the grunge from the production facility off me.

We spent relaxing evenings, sometimes watching TV, at other times just listening to her collection of music while we played and got warmed up for bedtime.

Maureen became skilled at getting me hard with her mouth, and really got hot when my cockhead went deep. She was leery of taking it deeper, even though I could sense she wanted to try and deepthroat me. She had no problem with me coming in her mouth and she would swallow very drop.

The highlight of the evening for both of us, was without a doubt me going down on her. She would scoot forward on the couch, spreading her legs and I would creep up between her thighs. As soon as I buried my face in her glorious curly red muff, her legs would go up and rest on my shoulders. I just loved running my tongue up and down her labia, playing with them, sucking on her prominent clit, and fingering her at the same time. I would bring her close then back off, kissing the errant hairs on the inside of her thighs or higher up on her belly. Rinse and repeat, until she was squirming and writhing, muttering and groaning, until she cried uncle and we were off to bed and I was soon balls deep in my lovely, horny landlady.