Connie sat at her desk staring out the window. Her eyes were riveted to the young man as he worked. She could feel her nipples throb shamelessly within her blouse and bra. She watched as the sweat dripped down his broad "V" back. His arms rippled with muscularity. "Goddamn." She whispered to herself.
Connie was a 39 year old recently divorced woman with an insatiable sex drive. It had been almost 6 months since her divorce and she missed her ex-husband's big meaty prick sawing in and out of her hungry pussy. Her mind began to wander to all sorts of lewd scenarios as her eyes ate up the young stud. Connie had a body that was built for fucking. Standing a mere 5'2" tall she weighed a very respectable 115 lbs. She was proud of her body and especially her legs. She had those shapely muscular legs one often finds on dancers. But it was her tits that seemed to garnish the most immediate attention from the opposite sex. They were big, they were still very firm and they were all natural. She had a set of 34d knockers that regardless of what type of bra she wore seemed to slosh invitingly, swaying to and fro which each step she took.
She rolled the end of her pen over her lips as her tongue snaked out, curling around it. Her eyes never left the sight of the buff stud toiling outside.
Chris was son of the company's training manager, Lynn Paige. Home from college for the summer, his mother had arranged for him to work at the company doing odd jobs and basic maintenance work. Connie found it hard to believe that the mousy little prude could have birthed such a specimen of masculinity. Chris, at 21, was 6'2" and 195 lbs of lean, ripped up muscle. He looked like an Abercrombie and Fitch model. His brown hair was mussed and blew slightly in the wind giving him a hint of boyishness. But beyond that, there was nothing boyish about him. His shoulders were broad and led down to a set of arms that were by no means bulky but rather taut and sculpted. Every time he grabbed a piece of scrap metal and hurled it into the big dumpster his muscles would tighten and flex. His pecs topped off a set of abs that gave new meaning to the term 'washboard'. He was tan, a perfectly golden brown. And he was smooth. It seemed as though his body was devoid of hair.
Connie could feel her panties growing damp as she imagined what the hunk must look like nude. She thought about the David statue. But Chris was even better. She watched his ass in his tight jeans. Even through the denim, she could tell that his legs were as well built as the rest of him. "I bet he has a gorgeous cock". She thought. "Certainly God would not create such a man only to curse him with a tiny penis". Her mind began to scan through a variety of different cocks. And finally she imagined the one. It was long. It was thick. Even in a semi aroused state it was formidable.
Within the secure confine of her cubicle, Connie reached down under her desk. Her fingers eased up under her skirt and she found the crotch of her panties. A quick brushing tease and she withdrew her hand and shook her head. She needed to be fucked and right outside her window was a perfect young stallion to mount her and give her that glorious pounding she so desperately craved. But she needed a plan. If she could only get the young stud, somehow, to her house, she knew the inevitable would commence. Then came the idea.
Connie stood up and brushed her hands down over her skirt to straighten it out. She felt downright wicked for what she was about to do and she loved it. She ran her hands up along her neck and fluffed out her bobbed blonde hair. She was ready.
Connie could feel the weight of her tits swaying slightly as she walked. It was as though her whole body had been hardwired to sexual impulses. When she got to the door she peeked in.
"Lynn, do you have a moment?" She queried in her most professional tone.
"Sure Connie, come in. Have a seat. What can I do for you?" Lynn was the company's training coordinator and Chris' mother. An attractive woman, Lynn chose to dress down and thereby disguise her natural beauty. The effect worked. Most thought of her as a very business oriented female, not really bitchy, but a little too straight laced.
Connie sat and crossed her legs as she began. "Well, I was wondering..." She paused, inhaled dramatically and continued. "I was wondering if you thought Chris might be interesting in helping me with a couple of things around my house. Since Philip and I separated, I have had a growing To Do list that quite frankly includes some things that I am just not equipped to do by myself. I would definitely pay him to make it worth his while."
Lynn wasn't expecting this. She didn't really care for Connie. She felt that Connie was a little too flirty with the all men at the company. She seemed all too eager to engage in innuendo and sexually charged discussions. And Lynn didn't really think the way Connie dressed was appropriate. Her skirts were too short and her heels were too high. But in a company dominated by men, no one else really seemed to mind. She didn't really want her darling boy around this woman, but Chris was trying to make money this summer. What could it hurt?
"Oh, well, I didn't see that one coming. But, I don't know. I don't have a problem with it, but you'd have to ask Chris, unless you would like me to?"
"No, no. Thank you. I will talk to him and see what he thinks. I just wanted to run it by you first. Thanks, Lynn."
Lynn smiled and nodded. "Sure thing. Just make sure you get your money's worth."
Connie winked. "Oh, don't you worry. I will." She left the office and headed out to the boy. Her ass swung invitingly and her big tits bounced as her heels clicked on the marble flooring.
Outside Chris was still dismantling the old metal shelves that had been brought out for him by the company's material handler. The work wasn't really hard, just tedious. And hot. Chris was drenched in sweat. His bare upper body glistened as salty rivulets beaded and rolled down his flesh. The waist of his jeans was saturated. But he did get to work shirtless so as not to end up with a ridiculous farmer's tan, and it was quite the work out. Chris loved working out.
Connie's heels continuing clicking, announcing her approach even as she stepped onto the concrete. Chris heard the click and turned to see the woman nearing him. Now, Chris was by no means a shy boy, but with this woman he couldn't be too aggressive, she did of course work with his mom. Still it was hard not to stare at her big bouncing boobs as she got closer. He tossed a final piece of the twisted metal into the dumpster and stood waiting for her. Her legs looked amazing. His eyes roamed from her heels up her legs to her muscular thighs. Even a hint of an exaggerated quad could be seen straining against the material of her skirt. And her blouse did nothing to hide the fullness of her big tits. Connie had purposely undone the top button after walking from Lynn's office. The tops of her breasts rubbed together and created a delicious canyon of fleshy cleavage. Chris had to consciously not gawk at the sexy older woman. She was a flirt and Chris loved it. He just hoped this was going to be a pleasant visit.
"Hey Chris." Connie mewed. She stopped a mere foot from the tall young man and stood almost as posing.
"Hi Connie, how are you today?"
"Oh, I am just wonderful, hon. And you? Lord, sweetie, you are drenched." She replied as she eyed the glistening boy.
Chris chuckled. "Yeah, it's pretty hot out here."
