When I arrived at work the next morning, I was anticipating a very awkward scene. I wasn't sure whether to expect her to avoid me from now on, or that she might someday address me directly. As it turned out, the latter scenario was the correct guess.
Slightly averting my glance, I saw her walking down the corridor directly towards me.
"Here it comes," I thought, and tried to keep away feelings of dread and foreboding.
"Let's talk," she said. She gestured towards my empty office, which promised more privacy for the both of us.
Pushing the door to my office closed behind her with her right foot, her body language was immediately apologetic. So were the words that followed.
"I'm sorry. I haven't allowed myself to be sexual like that in a long time. When my husband stopped being interested, I told myself that I didn't need sex anymore. Being with you last night made me realize that I did."
Not missing a beat, she leaned in for a kiss. I tilted my head slightly to the side as her lips remained stationary, waiting for my contribution. Accepting her mouth eagerly, I embraced her strongly with both arms, pulling her close to me. Before long, my hands trailed down to her ass and grabbed greedy handfuls.
"Not here," she said, her voice suddenly raspy.
"Tonight. Your place this time."
Five o'clock dragged on as I rushed through my work. As not to arouse suspicion, we both took our own cars to my apartment complex and parked in an outside alleyway. Arriving first, I stood on the brick steps leading into the back entrance of the building, waiting.
I saw her round a corner, and then locate me with her eyes. She smiled ear to ear at me, which in turn made me grin back.
I held the door open to for her. She followed behind me, up two of stairs. The building was seventy years old and as a result, an elevator had never been installed during its construction.
Now that I'd gotten my wish, I began wondering what she was thinking and what she really wanted from me. Every woman I've ever slept with has different wants and desires in bed. No two women are ever the same that way.
She sat down on my bed and removed her earrings and jewelry. Her engagement and wedding ring had been taken off long before. High heeled shoes were kicked off into a spare corner of the bedroom.
I wordlessly helped her with the zipper to her dress. This time, it was her turn to take the initiative, to make a specific request of me. I was to be the one lying on my back this time.
Giving me a blowjob turned her on in ways other sex acts could not. It may have been the aspect of control. I enjoyed the sensation, to be sure. I've never been able to have an orgasm when being sucked off.
I'll never turn it down, but I'm far more interested in the main course than in the appetizers. The act of fellatio itself was arousing enough for her to make penetration surprisingly easy, once we got there.
She crawled between my legs and took my mostly erect cock in her mouth.
"I've been wanting to do this to you for months," she said, grinning lewdly.