Me and Georgina (Part 2)
I had got involved with Georgina, my 51 year old boss, and this had forced me to change my job. A woman who I was sleeping with could not be my immediate boss, and Georgina's pleas to be dominated, and treated as a slave, were too good to pass up. I wanted a lot more of Georgina, and I think she was desperate for me to give her more, but it wasn't conducive to good working relations.
I was only 19, and changing my office job turned out to be a blessing in disguise, really, as I started to work with people of my own age, and the chances of moving up the ladder were far greater. The pay rises were bigger, and more frequent, too.
Georgina and I had got to 'know one another' when I worked in her little accounts section, in a large factory, and now she wanted more, there was no question. I had woken up her dormant sexual side that had probably been asleep for years, and it was a chance to bring my most erotic fantasies to life. I was a young, fit teenager, and Georgina knew that she could get me to come and service her sexual needs, only if she allowed me to dominate her, and give her no say, at all, in how she should behave.
I intended to do this, in the nicest possible way, of course, but I was going to visit Georgina regularly and, hopefully, watch her give in and pleasure my every sexual whim. She had dyed, blonde hair, had good breasts, fine hips, and her legs were out of this world. She lived on her own in a caravan, had no immediate family, and she wanted taking under my wing, even though I was young enough to be her son. By taking her out for an evening meal, and then ending up in her bed when we got back to the caravan, Georgina believed that there was somebody out there who could care for her. Me! I was happy to act out that role, but as a young, excited male, I would turn each situation to my own erotic advantage --I hoped!!
I did not want to be cruel, and I still wanted to treat her like a lady on occasions, but I knew Georgina was the kind of woman who, if you gave her inch, so to speak, she would take a mile. The ladies where she worked were treated to sulky moods, bitter asides, and downright rudeness some times, and she could be a real bitchy madam if up against a weak person. I was not going to let this happen --she wanted a friend and lover --she would pay a form of 'retainer' for the privilege. I wanted Georgina to 'appreciate' the kindness that I was going to bestow upon her.
The most exciting thing about a woman of Georgina's age is that they are not frightened of their bodies, or their sexuality. If you fondle and press the right buttons, they will want to give themselves completely, and want you to push the limits even further. They have probably experienced wonderful sensations already in their lives, so if you can re-enact these moments, then they will give you even more, and want you to extend their boundaries of erotic excitement even further. I felt that Georgina was one of these women.
A week after the visit to the restaurant, I called on Georgina at the caravan, unannounced. It was nearly 12 midday on a Sunday morning. As I drove along the bumpy lane into the caravan park, coming the other way was the flash Ford car, driven by, I was almost certain, Georgina's 'good friend, George.' What was he doing here? Either just going home after a long night, or he'd dropped Georgina off after church? Which one do you think, eh??
I knocked on the caravan door, and when she opened it, Georgina almost fell over herself to embrace me.
'Oh Paul, I've missed you, I've missed you so much. I didn't know whether you were coming round today --thank God you did --oh, it's lovely just to touch you and smell you again.' As I went up the step into the caravan, she clung to my chest and shoulders, and allowed me to kiss her wonderful lips deeply, opening them slightly, so I could explore her mouth briefly.
'God, I've missed that. I've missed those arms around my body, Paul. Why did you have to leave the job? It's not the same in the office without you.'
I explained my reasoning, and said I didn't want our careers to spoil our relationship, and this way, there would be no secondary reasons why we couldn't look forward to seeing one another whenever possible. She was in a good job, well established, and in a position of authority --I, on the other hand, was still young, and could easily start again in another place of employment --it seemed pretty obvious that it would be easier for me to change --and I had!!
Georgina looked good. Her face was made up with light make-up and soft lip-stick, and she had on tight, blue denim jeans that fitted snugly all round her ass, and down between her legs. I could see the well-filled bra pushing against the white T shirt. At 51, Georgina Lent could still rouse blood pressures.
'Did I see George as I came along the lane, Georgina?' I thought I'd get this little prick out of the way before I discussed what I'd really come for.
'Oh, Paul. Thank God you saw him. I didn't know how to tell you. He came round this morning, and wanted to know what was going on. Why I hadn't phoned him, or answered his messages. I didn't tell him anything about you, as it's none of his business, really, is it? You're not stupid, are you Paul? You know he's married, don't you? Well, I told him he was using me, and had been doing so for ages. He lived with his wife, I said, but when it was convenient to him, he expected to take me out, or come round here for 'coffee,' and then I wouldn't hear from him for weeks.'
Sounded like quite a good policy, I thought, but I daren't say so.
'So I sent him off with a flea in his ear, Paul,' and Georgina laughed and clung to my chest again, and offered up her mouth once more. As I pushed all round her mouth with my tongue, I squeezed her wonderful ass through her jeans, pulling her in so that she could feel my cock through my trousers, up against her groin. She sighed her first sigh, and I thought now was the time. The story about George could have been the truth --it could have been a pack of lies. I'd find out in due course.
'Georgina, I want to talk to you about our relationship, and some of the items that were briefly mentioned when we had the evening together last week. Is that OK? I'll get a couple of chairs.' She looked a little worried, and that was the idea, and I placed the two dining chairs side by side, but facing opposite ways, so that she and I could still touch, and be very close, and look one another in the eye—a sort of formal meeting in her lounge.
'There's nothing wrong, is there Paul? Please say I haven't upset you in any way?' I put my hand on her knee after we were seated, and tried to reassure her.
'Don't worry, Georgina, don't worry at all. I love being with you, I told you that umpteen times last week, didn't I? I just want to sort out a few things so that I know what to expect, and you understand how I would like you to behave. Not too much, but it will make such a difference to our enjoyment, both for you and me. Is that OK?'
'Oh yes Paul. Whatever you say! I told you that I feel so protected when you're around, that I'm prepared to do anything you say. That evening, last weekend, was like a dream for me, and I just want to carry on making you happy, so that you're here with me as much as possible. God, you're so tall and handsome, and young and fit. I can't believe this is happening to me!!'
Her hand had joined mine on her knee, and she ran my fingers up and down her denim clad thigh, taking me nearer and nearer to her crotch. I pushed my fingers against the hard seam of the denim, between her legs, but only for a split second, and then I took my hand away completely. It was a taster for her, and it gave me the thrill of feeling this sexy, mature woman again.
