I had been working with Heather for a few years now and had become exceptionally good friends with her. Since just the two of us had spent many hours of our working days near each other, we had plenty of time to talk about our lives, our experiences in relationships, and both of our marriages.
Nothing was off the table with her, including sex conversations, however, she never made it sound like she wanted or desired anything from me other than to be a good friend, and I sure was not going to chance ruining our friendship by confessing to her how many times I jerked off thinking about fucking her hot mature pussy.
Heather was about 10 years older than I and even though she was fast approaching fifty, she was still extremely attractive with sexy petite body. She was around 5'2" tall with natural platinum blonde hair that had begun to turn gray, and from what I could tell, through the blouses she always wore, her tits were on the small side and her shapely ass would make a twenty something girl jealous.
I may not have wanted to confess my desires for her but I did not hold back on complimenting her on how nice she always looked. She would smile that beautiful smile of hers and thank me saying, "Oh, Sam, you are always so sweet to me." If she only knew how much I wanted to make her scream in ecstasy.
Then tragedy struck for Heather as her husband of 30 years died suddenly from a heart attack. He was a lot older than Heather and had never really taken care of his health as she often talked about him and the problems that they had over the years, but one thing is for sure, she loved him dearly and she was devastated by his death.
Heather took a couple of weeks off work but stayed connected with me through a few text messages here and there. I missed having her there in the office with me and I was incredibly happy when she finally came back to work. That happiness was short lived, though, as she broke the news of how she planned to sell her home and move to another state.
Even though I was saddened by her news, I was supportive of her decision. Her daughter lived in the same area, along the Florida Gulf coast, that she planned to move to and since she was the only family Heather had left, she wanted to be close to her and her grandchildren.
When it came down to the last day and the last hour of our workday, Heather turned to me with a serious expression and said, "Sam, I have a confession and since I am leaving, I have to get this off my chest."
"Sure, Heather, whatever it is, just spill it," I said to her.
"We've shared so many amazing conversations about everything under the sun, but my favorite ones were the sex talks," she said as a grin formed on her face.
"Oh? I never would have guessed that" I said grinning back at her then gave her a little wink.
"Sam, why did you never proposition me?"
That caught me by surprise and I felt my body stiffen in anxiousness. I did not say anything for a minute or so as I thought about the right words to say to her. The grin left her face and I think she feared that she had stepped over the invisible line that we never had crossed before in all our talks.
"Sorry, maybe I should not have asked that," Heather said looking down at the floor.
"God, no, Heather. You and I have an amazing friendship and your question just caught me off guard, but I am going to be flat out honest with you, okay?"
She looked back up at me eagerly waiting for me to continue.
"I cannot tell you how many times during our sex talks, that I thought about how amazing it would be to make love to you in every way imaginable. I mean all out mad passionate love making. Touching you, feeling every inch of your body, kissing your sweet lips, sucking on your breasts, tasting your sweetness down below and feeling your heat as I slide into you!"
There, I said it. Everything I had thought about her, sexually, was out there on the table as she just said there with her mouth open, taking in everything I had just leveled onto her.
I took a deep breath and finished, "I never said this before because I was afraid it might ruin our friendship, Heather, plus the fact that we were both married. You mean so much to me, and I would never want that to happen so I just kept my desires to myself. Now, I am sorry if confessing that did just what I feared."
She sat there quiet for a moment then grinned again which gave my heart a lift before she said, "God, I wished you had told me that sooner, but I can understand your fears because I felt the same way, Sam. All those conversations that she shared had me so turned on that I cannot tell you how many times I had to go into the bathroom and get myself off."
My eyes widened and I could not help but laugh out loud.
She laughed a bit, too and said, "Hey, it's not that funny, dammit, I was horny and it was all your fault! Do you realize how long it's been since I have had sex?"
I nodded my head and replied, "Well, probably as long as it's been for me, because you already know that the experiences, I shared with you were from long ago relationships and my wife and I haven't had sex in years! Good grief, Heather, I have jerked off more times than I can count thinking about you, too!"
"Well, aren't we just a pair of horny souls," she said and laughed again.
I laughed with her then stopped and sighed before saying, "Now you are leaving me and I will just have to keep jerking off to your memory."
