Sebastian could tell that she was upset, but was not quite sure if he should attempt to console her, or for that matter, exactly how he would go about approaching her with an offer of comfort. He had seen the despondent expression she had been wearing on her face all night and thought that she looked like she might be about to cry when she excused herself from the table and left the banquet hall to go upstairs to her hotel room. He had quickly said goodnight to his dining companions at the next table and followed her to the lobby, not totally sure of what he was intending to do if, and when, he caught up with her.
"Donna," he offered tentatively as he reached her at the elevator.
"Sebastian, hey..." she sheepishly replied with a deep, dejected breath that seemed to make her chest double in size.
"Um, you seem kind of upset," he continued cautiously. "I was wondering if there was anything I could do?"
"No, I'm..." she half-responded with obvious difficulty.
"Hey," he interjected, trying to sound apologetic as the elevator doors opened. "If you need someone to talk to..."
"No, it's nothing." She said with a forced smile as the two of them stepped into the elevator.
"I just..." he began, pausing to place a supportive hand on her shoulder as the elevator doors closed. "If you need anything..."
"Well," she suddenly snapped back. "My housekeeper quit yesterday, my analyst is on vacation, my Lexus broke down last week, I split my nail, my husband is fucking somebody at the office and I'm stuck at this stupid conference for another two days."
"Donna, I..." he started, shocked at his co-worker's unexpected venting.
"The bastard looks twice as good today as the day we were married." She continued. "I just look twice as old."
"Are you kidding? You look..." he paused, seeing the pain in her eyes from the neglect her husband had put her through. "Well, I just hope that when I'm his age I can wake up every morning and find a woman half as beautiful as you are lying next to me."
Sebastian meant it too - he did think she was beautiful. Even though she was easily twenty years older than him, somewhere in her early fifties, he had always found himself attracted to her.
"Thank you." She said with a sincere smile as the elevator doors opened.
He watched her as she stepped out into the hallway. She did look beautiful, wearing a curve-flattering, black one-button blazer that barely seemed to contain the ample pair of well-formed breasts that hid beneath it. The matching pencil skirt came down to just above the knees and fit snug around her toned ass. Underneath the jacket, the top of her low-cut, blueberry coloured, lace-trim camisole peaked out suggestively. Sheer black stockings covered her shapely legs, and her feet were tucked inside a stylish pair of black satin pumps with four and a half inch heels. The beachy waves and messy part gave her blonde, shoulder-length bob a tousled finish.
A part of him felt guilty about what he was about to do, but the horny devil inside him knew that he could not let such an opportunity pass him by.
"Can I make a personal observation?" He offered as he followed her out of the elevator.
"Umm... okay." She replied, somewhat taken aback.
"You know, whoever convinced you that you had to be 21 forever was full of shit." He stated matter-of-factly, turning on the charm as they walked down the hallway. "I think you're terrific. I think the only thing wrong with you is that your husband is a jerk. You're beautiful, you're intelligent, you're... sensuous."
"Say that again." She replied softly, completely stunned, but incredibly flattered by his comments
"Which part?" He asked with a smile, his heart pounding so hard that he thought he could hear it echoing down the hall.
"All of it." She whispered as they stopped in front of the door to her room. "You're very sweet."
With that, Donna stepped towards him and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders in a grateful embrace. The effect on him was immediate. In a heartbeat, his cock grew as hard as it ever had just from the thrill of being in such close contact with her. He knew right then and there that, despite the fact she was older, married, and had a couple of kids, he had to fuck her. She was, after all, very good looking for her age, with a beautiful face, nice set of tits, good-looking pair of legs and a tight little ass.
He brought his head back and looked down at her. She returned his gaze - something in her eyes suggesting to him that maybe there was more going on between them than just a hug. He abruptly leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. She did not immediately back away, though she did not return his kiss either. His hands slid down her back until they came to rest on her firm ass and, before either of them knew it, he squeezed her left cheek as hard as he could.
Seconds later, her hands were on his shoulders as she tried to push him away. He continued to kiss her as she struggled to separate them, until finally, their lips parted. She was breathing heavily as she pulled her body from his.
"We can't..." she said, looking away from his eyes as she turned to unlock the door to her room. "I can't. I'm married. Hell, I'm probably closer to your mother's age than your age."
She slid the keycard into its electronic reader and opened the door, then quickly entered in an attempt to escape the situation. Her effort however, was in vain, as he pushed his way in after her and quickly shut the door. She turned to face him instantaneously, a look of disbelief on her face.
"You need this." Sebastian stated assertively, coming slowly towards her as he spoke. "You want it as much as I do."
"We shouldn't..." she began to offered with trepidation.
"No one will find out." He reassured her as the space between them disappeared.
She started to say something put paused, the look in her eye telling him the she was on the verge of giving silent consent as she parted her lips. He promptly covered her mouth with his and pushed his tongue through her soft lips. She let out a muffled cry of refusal and tried to push him away, but he held her tight with one arm around her waist and his other hand taking hold of her hair.
Finally, after struggling for as long as she could, her body began to react. Bit by bit, her mouth and tongue began to reciprocate his kiss, her arms went from trying to push him away to wrapping around him, and her groans of rejection turned into those of pleasure. His hands began to roam over her body and he quickly undid her jacket and slid it off her shoulders and onto the floor. Their kiss turned more passionate as he moved his hands across her heaving bosom and then down over her ass. His cock throbbed as he felt the outline of her panties and the top of her thigh-high stockings.
Unable to wait any longer, without warning he broke their lip-lock and pulled her over to the nearby desk and bent her over, his hands quickly finding their way back to her skirt and forcefully hiking it up to her waist. Just as swiftly, he then took hold of her panties and pulled them down her toned legs. He knew this was the point of no return, but he also knew that he had to have this woman, married co-worker and mother of two, or not.