Her still firm ass defied her 50 years of life as she sashayed past me in her tight faded blue jeans. Her blond hair flowed down past her shoulders and curled slightly at the bottom. The view from the front was even better, as her pert B cup tits showed little sag and her face was beautiful. Her stomach had a small amount of padding to it but all in all, my co-worker Rachel was still a very pleasant sight to look at.
Though I am only 19 years old, I have been with this company for two full years and have sat beside Rachel the whole time. We have gotten to know each other quite well, and although she is married, we enjoy the occasional flirtatious quips. I often catch myself gazing down her shirt into her cleavage, or checking out her smooth legs when she chooses to wear a skirt to the office. I would go back to my desk and try to imagine rubbing those smooth legs and feeling my way up into her treasure. When I think about the old fashioned, non thong underwear that Rachel must wear, I get turned on thinking of her in soaking wet granny panties.
On most days, we spend our lunch breaks talking together at our desks about our jobs, or life in general, and I find myself more and more attracted to Rachel especially because of the intoxicating perfume she wears. There is no way she didn't notice the occasional bulge in my Dockers as I stood near her or quickly bailed on the conversation to shift myself around down there. Many a night I would head to my car and drive home with a raging hard on as I imagined laying Rachel down on her desk, undressing her sexy body, and devouring her with my tongue and then penetrating her with my young hard cock.
So now you have the background on Rachel, and the effect she has on my poor penis at work. Let me get to the present day, where some of the sales managers decided to take a few of us out after work for drinks. I didn't think Rachel would join us because she had to get home to her family but to my pleasant surprise she came out with us. Well we got to the local watering hole and five of us coworkers were treated to a few rounds of drinks before the managers made their way to the door and headed for home.
Rachel and I and one other man, Rick from our accounting department, were the only ones left and I could tell Rachel was beginning to get tipsy. She had gotten very touchy feely and constantly placed her hand on my shoulder and leaned in close to my face when she spoke to me. I felt my cock twitch each time this happened, and I wanted to just reach down and cup her ample tits, but I still had enough wits about me not to be so foolish. Fortunately I didn't have to make the move because as soon as Rick excused himself to go to the bathroom, Rachel slid her hand down my leg and rubbed it up and down, slowly getting closer to my hardening rod.
I didn't know how to proceed, should I push this married 50 year old mother away from me or should I surrender my conscious and see how far I could take this? Well I decided I had been a good boy long enough, and I grabbed her small hand in mine and placed it directly on my crotch, which was emanating heat from my arousal. I moved her hand around, massaging my now stiff cock. I glanced across the room quickly to find Rick striking up a conversation with a woman near the bar, leaving Rachel and I alone to play. She took over rubbing me on her own and I used my now free hands to start massaging her thighs, squeezing them slightly as I maneuvered toward the inner part of her thigh. I could see in her face that she was loving the attention, despite the assistance of the alcohol, which she had consumed probably a bit too much of.
