"Bob, just one kiss. Please?"
I looked at my boss, Sue, and thought, "well if it means I can get going, what the hell?"
I leaned closer and Sue put her arms around my neck to pull me to her. I closed my eyes and our lips met briefly, then I pulled away, or tried to. Sue's eyes had a look of sheer animal lust as she pulled my head to her again and kissed me hard, her tongue pushing its way aggressively into my mouth and greedily seeking out mine. Blood rushed to my groin as my cock hardened and I found myself fondling her saggy breast. Almost instantly, I was taken form a place where I just wanted to get home, to state of extreme arousal, from which there was no going back. I pulled her tightly to me, squeezing her ass, and we stumbled through the open door and groped our way upstairs to her bedroom, kissing and trying to remove each others' clothes as we went.
So how did I come to be mating furiously with a woman 25 years my senior?
It was the beginning of the summer holidays and my department at work had gone out for a celebratory meal that night. There are eight of us altogether, including Emma, a gorgeous, unattached 30 year old whom I'd been planning to get to know better for ages. Unfortunately, our boss, Sue, had had a little too much to drink and as the most sober person present, I'd been delegated to see her safely home.
It was a balmy evening as Sue and I made our way to her place, her arm through mine.
"You know Bob," she said, "I always wondered how a good-looking young man like you never got married."
"I suppose I never met the right woman yet," I replied.
Sue looked up at me. "Well, if I was 20 years younger..." she breathed.
I smiled at that. "Thanks," I said.
"No, I'm serious," she said, resting her free hand on my upper arm. "You'd be quite a catch."
I thought nothing of this exchange. Sue was a little unsteady on her feet and I was sure she would have no memory of it by the morning. I'd never thought of her in a sexual way. At 57, she's 25 years older than me and to be honest, she wouldn't pass for any younger. She has long, crinkly dark red hair, a long, thin face, and watery blue eyes. Her nose is very slightly too big for the rest of her face, but her best feature is her very kissible red lips. I have to admit though, that she has a wicked smile, suggestive of hidden depths of sexual adventurousness.
If her face is nothing much to look at, she does have a very good figure for a woman her age. She still works out and swims regularly. At 5'6'' and 150lbs, she still has curves in all the right places. She was dressed in a strappy red top, baring her shoulders and barely concealing a freckled, wrinkled cleavage. Her arms also have that "old lady look" about them. As we approached her front door, I had no sexual intentions towards her at all.
Sue took her keys out of her handbag and unlocked the door. As she pushed it open, she looked me straight in the eye and said, "I meant it Bob, you're a good-looking man."
"Thanks Sue," I replied. "I really need to be going. Will you be OK from here?"
"Don't I even get a goodnight kiss?" she asked.
I laughed nervously.