Christine is the executive assistant where I work. Sixty, divorced and a grandmother. Not exactly a sexy beast on the surface, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Christine and I have a lot in common even though she is 15 years my senior. We've had many conversations over just about everything. She has always been easy to talk to and we make each other laugh.
Christine started a weight loss program about eight months ago, and the pounds began to melt off her body. I always enjoyed her company, and would have jumped at the chance to spend the night with her before the weight loss. Even though she was no longer plump, my desire was still there. One of the office ladies who was away on maturity leave had not seen the new Christine and was amazed at the weight she had lost. She was so impressed that she called Christine a sexy beast. This became my new nickname for her and I would tease her about it whenever I would go by her desk.
One afternoon, Christine was heading out on her daily walk after lunch and invited me to come with her. I accepted and off we went. We were walking at an easy pace, just making idle talk, when a long pause occurred in our conversation.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"What's on you mind, sexy beast!" I said.
"No kidding around. I need an honest answer."
"Okay. What's on your mind?"
"Do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Do you think I'm sexy? You're always teasing me with that sexy beast name. Do you like the way I look?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know. My ex-husband never called me sexy. No one has before and with all the weight I've lost, I don't know if you're serious or if you're just kidding an old woman."
"First of all, I don't think of you as "old". Second, you ex was an idiot for walking out on you. I'm sure you turned some heads when you were younger. And last but not least, I always thought of you as a sexy, mature, woman, even before you lost the weight. If the opportunity presented it self for me to spend a night with you, I would make it a night to remember."
The look on her face said everything. I overstepped my bounds with that last remark, but it didn't mean it wasn't true. She was a sexy woman and I would jump at the chance to make love to her 'til we couldn't move.
Christine quickly turned her head and simply said we should head back to the office. We walked in silence for a few moments, when Christine asked me about the lounge for the park entertainers, the "green room".
"So what's in the green room?"
"Oh, it's just a dressing room some of the performers used to change clothes or relax between shows. There's nothing really special about it."
"Can I see it? Maintenance has requested a new sofa for the room and we just bought a sofa eight months ago."
"Sure. We can stop by on our way back to the office."
We made our way back to the office, then down to the green room which was inside the park. I used my key to open the door and we walked in.
"Looks like the power's off, but there's enough light coming in from the top windows to see." I moved towards the sofa to get a closer look. "Hey, this sofa's a futon. It's folded down and looks in good shape. You don't need to buy another one."
Suddenly, two arms snaked their way around my waist and I felt Christine's body press into my back.
"Opportunity's knocking. I hope you'll answer the door."
I turned and looked into her eyes.
"Are you sure? I thought I scared you off earlier."
"I asked for an honest answer. I just wasn't expecting the answer you gave me."
With that, Christine took my head in her hands and gently kissed me. I returned her kiss and pulled her close to me. Christine responded by flicking her tongue against my lips and then plunging it deep in my mouth. Our tongues danced back and forth in our mouths as we continued to kiss.
We moved as one to the futon and Christine pushed me down to sit. She began to do a strip tease dance in front of me. She hummed a little tune while shaking her hips back and forth. Her blouse dropped quickly to the floor, revealing a lacey white bra that pushed up her soft-looking tits.
"You like what you see?"
"Why don't you come closer and I'll show you."
Christine continued her dance, slowly removing her pants, gyrating her hips in front of me. Once she had her pants off, I reached out and pulled her close to me, nibbling on her exposed navel, planting kisses on her tummy.
"So you do like what you see!"
I let my mouth and fingers do the talking as I stood up. My lips continued to planted soft kisses on her belly, moving up to her tits. My hands grab both of her cheeks, squeezing her ass as I pulled her into me.
