Note: if you haven't already, read Hot & Horny GILF Ch. 01 & 02, which are prequels to this story.
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After that first twenty-four hour period, Becki and I continued to spend a lot of time naked together, though most of it was at either her house or mine. There was the atypical occasion at work where one of us was feeling like being a little naughty or, if it was my day to drive, she might blow me on the way to or from work. Gradually, though, we started doing more than just making each other cum. We'd go out for drinks or to grab a bite or maybe catch a movie, realizing along the way that we were enjoying being together even when we weren't naked. It even reached the point where I was introduced to her children and grandchildren, who all accepted me with open arms because they saw how happy I made Becki. She made me happy, too, but we were still being pretty discreet at the office, though I don't know that it was for any specific reason other than it becoming habit.
"So what did you think about that holiday party email?" Becki asked as we were leaving work together one day.
"Honestly, it doesn't sound all that exciting," I replied, "hotel ballroom, drink tickets, semi-formal attire; it sounds like the same party we have every year."
"Discounted hotel rooms, though," she pointed out.
"So we don't have far to slip away if things get boring?" I asked.
"That's what I was thinking," she replied.
"I would love to see you all dressed up," I said, "then defile you in your pretty dress."
"There's no one I'd rather have defile me," she replied.
We talked about it more as the RSVP date approached and finally just decided that we'd not only reserve a hotel room but that we'd attend the party together and no longer try to be discreet about our relationship. On the day of the party, we checked into the hotel as soon as our room was ready and were quickly naked, trying out the king-size bed. When it was time to start getting done for the party, Becki wouldn't let me see anything that she was going to wear because she wanted to surprise me. During the time we'd been intimate, we had never really had the occasion to see each other all fancied up and, since I thought she was cute as can be even first thing in the morning, I knew she was going to be a knockout for that night. I slipped into a dark suit with a holiday-themed tie then didn't need to do much else before I was ready to go. When she was finally ready and revealed herself to me, I think my jaw just hung open because she looked absolutely stunning.
She was wearing a dark blue, sequined dress that was pretty modest aside from how form-fitting it was. Her big boobs were apparent but she wasn't showing any cleavage; likewise, her ass looked outstanding but the dress was down to her ankles. I don't know that it even crossed my mind to wonder what she had on under it because she looked so good wearing it. She was also wearing just a little makeup and only to enhance her natural beauty. When we entered the party together, a lot of heads turned and I'm sure it was because of how she looked not because we were arriving together. She got a lot of compliments and together we got a lot of inquiries regarding our status. Some people seemed surprised and wanted to know more, so we shared a squeaky clean version of how we'd ended up together, but some people claimed to have had their suspicions.
We stayed for most of the party, visited with our work friends and repeatedly shared the story of how romance had blossomed in the workplace. While we maintained a fairly innocent appearance, we both knew what was going to happen once we headed back upstairs and were regularly but discreetly updating each other on what we intended to do to each other. When we finally quietly slipped out, we were both pretty revved up and ready to get naked again. Back in the room, she asked me if I could unzip the back of her dress while she unhooked the strap behind her neck. She then turned to face me, stepping back as she released her dress and the whole thing slipped easily down her body and pooled at her ankles. While my jaw had hung open when I'd first seen her in the dress, my eyes may have bugged out when it dropped. Beneath it, she was wearing a garter belt holding up her thigh-high stockings, a sexy, lacy bra that held up her tits but also provided a lot of cleavage and, as it turned out, a pair of thong panties...and they all matched.
While I stood there gawking at her, she leaned forward to accentuate her ample cleavage then straightened up and spun so that I could see that her ass was split by a thin strip of material. She smiled at my reaction, I assume feeling that the investment in that lingerie had been worth it. My cock was rigid in my suit pants as I stared at her so, when I finally got moving, I picked her up and carried her to the bed. She wrapped her legs around me as I got on the bed on my knees and moved to the center, where I lay her down on her back. I unzipped my pants and extracted my cock from my underwear, then lowered myself over her as I pulled her panties aside. Slipping into her, I wasn't surprised the she was dripping wet and it felt outstanding as I fully embedded my cock within her. We brought our lips together and started making out as I slid my cock slowly in and out of her hot, wet pussy.
There had never been a problem with Becki getting me fired up sexually but seeing her in that lingerie may have raised my arousal to a new level. I don't know if just wearing it also had her pretty worked up or if it was just my reaction to it but she was moaning steadily from the moment I slipped into her, despite our tongues still exploring each other's mouths. She did ultimately end up pulling her mouth from mine and pressing her face into my neck as I fucked her longer and harder. She was raising her hips to meet my incoming thrusts and, though I was giving her the full length of my cock, I was by no means pounding her pussy. I was starting to wish I'd taken my jacket off as we continued fucking but I wasn't intending to stop to remedy that oversight. I wasn't exactly uncomfortable but it was a bit warm and a bit restrictive as I continued to fuck her which, while not necessarily distracting, definitely wasn't ideal. As it turned out, she was having no such issues and, though I could feel her pussy becoming even hotter and wetter the longer I was fucking her, I did not realize how close she was to cumming.
I was mostly thinking about how awesome her hot pussy was feeling as my cock slid in and out of it, very little about how I should have at least removed my jacked if not all of my clothes and not at all about whether Becki was close to cumming so, when she suddenly let out a cry and started shaking below me, I was pleasantly surprised. I continued to fuck her as she was cumming and it appeared to be her typical long and intense orgasm. Once she'd finished cumming, though, I straightened up on my knees with my stiff cock sticking out in front of me, shiny with her juices, and stripped off my jacket. I'd already loosened my tie but it was still around my collar so I pulled that off and unbuttoned my shirt while gazing down at her hotness laid out before me. Her panties had moved back to mostly cover her pussy so, once I had my shirt off, I slipped her panties off then lowered my head to briefly lick her pussy. She moaned as I slurped up her juices but I wanted to continue fucking her so I didn't linger as long as I typically would have.
When I straightened up again, I had her roll over onto her knees with her head down on the bedspread and her ass up in the air. I hadn't brought any lube along and, if she had, it wasn't anywhere nearby so fucking her ass would have to wait until the next morning, probably in the shower. Instead, I guided my still throbbing cock into her hot, wet pussy from behind, slipping in until my hips were touching her ass. I was holding her hips as I started to slowly slide my cock in and out of her once again but, once I had a good rhythm going, I moved my hands forward and unfastened her bra. Once it had gone slack, it still hung there on her shoulders so I slipped my hands up under the cups to fondle her dangling tits. It felt like, once I got my hands on that soft, smooth flesh, my cock grew even harder. I know for sure, though, that she started moaning louder and pushing back harder as I fondled her titties.
I knew well enough by this point that, after her first orgasm regardless of how quickly it happened, the subsequent ones were typically even quicker. I could feel my own orgasm gradually building, especially as she was pushing back harder and faster, but I was certain that she'd be cumming again before I did. Naturally, I had no problem with this and already knew what I planned to do once she'd finished cumming. I fondled her tits until I knew she was really close then straightened up so that I could thrust into her each time she pushed back while also gazing down at her sweet ass, which jiggled slightly each time it contacted my hips. She was pushing back rhythmically then stopped abruptly and started shaking but I went ahead and continued thrusting into her as she was cumming. I savored the increased flow of lubrication and, despite how incredible it felt, I did not continue fucking her once she'd finished cumming.
