Mark had worked for the same company for five years, since leaving college and at 26 years of age he was beginning to move through the ranks, from laboratory assistant, to section leader, lab manager and now he was being considered for the position of 'technical manager.' However, he wasn't all about work, he liked to play too and during his five years at the company he had seen and taken part in his fair share of illicit romps at office events and parties.
As the laboratory was positioned on the first floor of the office block and not on the factory floor, this meant that he was able to watch as sexy women walked past the lab on their way to the coffee machine at the end of the corridor, - a pastime he loved!
It was early December when he noticed a new female employee sauntering past his window. Carol was no raving beauty, but she wasn't bad looking either and what she lacked in facial beauty, she made up for with her body which was awesome. She was middle aged, around 40 years old, quite tall at five feet nine inches with tight curly blond hair. Her tits were to die for, - not too large, but just right and just the right shape. They would be best described as two good handfuls. Her legs went on forever. It was just a pity that her facial looks didn't quite match her killer body.
Over the next few days they bumped into each other a few times in the corridor, exchanging smiles and pleasantries. She seemed like a nice person. One lunchtime when Mark came back from a run, he bumped into her and the two female colleagues and she became a little 'playfully suggestive' saying
"Ooh, all hot and sweaty, just how I like my men."
Mark just laughed and brushed it off as idle banter. He knew she was married with two children and so thought nothing of it.
It was a few days before Christmas when things started to happen as Mark had cause to go into their small office to chase up an order for some equipment. Carol was in there with her younger colleague, Tara who was a 22 year old Indian girl and had the biggest set of tits Mark had ever seen. It looked as though she might topple over at any moment. As Mark was leaving Carol rose from her chair and stepped in front of him. He saw her look up and followed her gaze only to find that a sprig of mistletoe hung above their heads.
"A kiss under the mistletoe is traditional at this time of year" she said.
Before he could respond she stepped into his space and he found her face to face with him. It would be rude to step away and say no so Mark heard himself say,
"Indeed it is."
They began to kiss, lightly at first, but within a few seconds she had stepped further towards him and put her arms around his neck. He felt her tongue probing as she opened her mouth and Mark opened his mouth to accept her tongue. The kiss went on and on and soon she was rubbing her crotch against his hardening cock. He heard Tara say
"Oh my God, I'm off. You two need a bucket of water throwing over you."
With that, the door slammed and they were alone. Carol's right hand immediately dropped from Mark's neck and she began to rub his by now engorged cock. Mark in turn started to rub his hand over Carol's firm arse. They still didn't break the kiss, tongues swirling around in each other's mouths. Then the sound of the door opening suddenly hit them and they broke apart. It was Carol's other colleague, Alma who looked slightly shocked.
"What's going on here?" She said.
"Just making use of the mistletoe." Carol replied.
With that Mark made his exit but found it extremely difficult walking down the corridor trying to conceal a rock hard cock bulging out of the front of his trousers. His mind raced through what had just happened and he couldn't believe it as he replayed the scene. She was obviously gagging for it.
That morning went by in a blur, all Mark could think about was that kiss, - the fact was that she was a middle aged married woman and she had been openly, suggestively rubbing his cock, obviously willing to take this further and let him fuck her. Lunchtime came and his colleagues dispersed. There were only three of them working that day, two were off sick with the flu that was doing the rounds and the other two had lectures at the university that afternoon, which meant he would be in the lab alone. Almost as soon as lunchtime began he heard the sound of high heels walking down the corridor approaching the lab. The door then opened and Carol appeared, looking around to ascertain who was there.
"It's ok!" he said as he approached her. "I'm the only one in here this afternoon."
She looked relieved and smiled.
