I don't know what's wrong with me. Here I am having sex with a cute girl I met at the bar, and all I could think about is my coworker Diane. The weird part is that Diane is 52 years old and has 4 kids. As I watch the bar chick's tits sway in front of my face, all I could imagine was Diane's still firm boobs stretching the material of the thin sweater she wore today. I remember it perfectly, a cream colored sweater with just a hint of her nipples aching to poke through. Her brown pants clung to her ass, clearly indicating she keeps herself in great shape. We are close work friends, but every time I see her, I devour her lusty body with my eyes, desperately hoping she's thinking about me.
I finished up with whoever this girl was on top of me, kicked her out, and instantly got hard again thinking of Diane. I jerked my 7 inches until I erupted onto my stomach, and then I passed out. When I awoke in the morning, I showered and headed off to work, wondering why I wasn't normal like every other guy. Why am I obsessed with an older married woman with kids when I should be fucking everything else in sight? My question was answered when I arrived in the parking lot, and Diane was getting out of her car next to me. We spoke on the walk to the door, and I made sure to catch many peeks of her taut ass while she told me something about her kids.
Let me finish describing my object of desire. Five foot three, 100 pounds, blond hair halfway to her sexy tush, sexy green-blue eyes, and as I alluded to earlier, fantastic tits sitting proudly atop her chest. They weren't huge, but they were easily a handful, a mouthful even.
We parted ways and met again for lunch, doing what we always did, sitting in her car as we ate, talking about our lives. All I wanted to do was touch her, feel her sexy body, and make her feel like the gorgeous woman I thought she was. I wanted her small hands to fish my hard cock out of my pants, and then her mouth to take me in, inch by inch. After lunch, we had a meeting where it was determined that Diane and I were to attend a training session together out of town that weekend. I was ecstatic obviously, but I feared that she would drag her husband along and I would again be a third wheel. Well to my fortune, her hubby had a golf outing that weekend and Diane and I would be by ourselves. I offered to drive and she gladly accepted.
Saturday morning came and I took my time in the shower, dreaming a bunch of 'what ifs' as I felt my cock rising up. I imagined Diane's 52 year old small frame being ravaged by my 25 year old penis, a look of pure joy on her face as I fucked her. I came back to earth, dressed, and hit the road. Diane was waiting in front of her house when I arrived, donned in a fairly short skirt, and a dark tank top. Her tits looked fantastic, and I tried to make sure I focused on something else when she got in the car. I did feel a bit like a sleaze when her young children came out to say goodbye to her. After all, I should not be lusting after their mother. Their sexy, older mother with her tight little body, her great ass, those tits....Ugh, how was I going to get through this weekend?
Diane and I hit the road, and I had to have the AC pumping full blast as this particular summer day was sweltering. A few hours went by, and we were about halfway to the conference center and hotel. Every time Diane looked out her window, I would examine her hot body, alternating between her firm tits and her bare legs. One time I was just about to get caught as she abruptly turned toward me, but as this happened, I felt the car start to shake. I couldn't get control and there was smoke coming from the hood. I managed to get us to the side of the road safely, and I checked under the hood, feigning any mechanical ability. We determined the car had overheated. It was undriveable and we were in the middle of nowhere, on a long highway that had no visible life in either direction from where we stood. We waited around for several minutes until a truck happened to come by and took us to the next town up, where I had the local gas station tow my car. They wouldn't be able to look at it until tomorrow morning, and they suggested that my 'mother' and I get a room at the motel up the block.
Diane had been outside trying to reach her husband but she couldn't get any reception. I told her what the mechanic said, and she agreed we had no choice but to grab a room. I must admit I was not that bummed that this was all happening because it gave me more time around my sexual fantasy Diane. The motel clerk offered me a room with two queen beds, and as I was handing him my credit card, I had a better idea. I figured it was now or never with Diane, so I took a room with only one bed.
When I returned to Diane outside, I gave her the 'bad news' that the only room available was a single bed. She gave me a strange look and agreed, but I don't think she thought I was lying to her. I followed her sexy ass as it sashayed in front of me to Room 16, wondering if I had the balls to do make any kind of move, and assuming that the answer to my question was no. After all, Diane is happily married. She went to take a shower as I got settled in the room. I noticed it was a bit chilly in the room so I raised the temperature to a more comfy level. Then I got another bright idea. I raised it way up until the room was almost unbearably hot. When Diane exited her shower and commented on the heat, I explained that the thermostat was broken and the clerk told me they wouldn't be able to fix it until the next day.
After I showered we grabbed a quick bite, and then retired to the motel room, as we were going to have a long day tomorrow. I told Diane to take the bed, and I would sleep on the floor, knowing and hoping that she was too sweet a woman and would not allow me to sleep on the floor. Luckily I was right and she told me to share the bed with her. I agreed and I laid down facing away from her, wearing my shorts and a t-shirt. She wore a t-shirt as well, along with sweatpants. Ill admit that as great as this was for me, it was a bit awkward as we were only work friends, and she was married.