Vera was in her late forties or early fifties, short tinted hair, glasses. She was an admin supervisor in the company I worked at although we were in different departments. She was not very fat but a bit overweight and she was certainly quite thick about the middle. Her breasts were visible but not firm and sagged quite a bit. She normally wore calf length skirts and dresses, her legs were OK from what I could see and she usually went around in her stocking feet which occasionally gave me a "bat squeak of desire". She was friendly, gregarious but also a bit of a battleaxe although her bark was worse than her bite.
One night at somebody's leaving do we were laughing and joking and I said something funny or nice and she kissed me on the cheek. This fact stuck in my mind. A few weeks later when discussing some management changes the possibility was raised that she might come and work for me. The re-organisation did not materialise but I started dwelling on the matter and I realised that she was yet another older woman that I lusted after.
She worked on the top floor of the three storey building and being a frequent smoker was always getting in and out of the lift to go for a gasper. Being lazy and overweight she rarely took the stairs.
She often took the opportunity to drop by my desk and talk about matters professional or social. I thought nothing about this as she was a gregarious character and did the same with quite a few people but I noticed she was doing it more often with me than she used to. She was quite inquisitive too checking out whether I had a girlfriend or not, where I lived etc.
"You're not gay are you Robert?" she once asked me in her rather brash manner.
"No I'm not," I hotly retorted.
"Just asking," she said smiling.
I rarely took the lift myself but one morning I had to take some IT equipment from one floor to another so I used a small trolley and the lift. The lift was empty which was good because there was not much room. Vera came up and decide she would get in and two or three other people came in after her. I was right in the back corner and she shuffled up next to me. Even more people came in and she shuffled even closer. I was standing with my back to the back of the lift and she stood sideways to me because the trolley did not allow her to stand any other way. Her hip was almost touching me, I could feel her body warmth radiating and my dick started to stiffen.
Now the lift was quite crowded, overloaded in fact, but I don't think it was so crowded for her to be that close. Then again I could have moved back just an inch so that my now fully erect cock was not against her hip. But I didn't. It could have been quite innocent and her facial expression didn't change. We were only just touching. I stayed motionless, neither drawing back or pressing in although I would have liked to. As the lift stopped there was a very slight movement as either she moved her hip slightly in my direction or I involuntary pressed against her. She must have known but never batted an eyelid. I was distracted the rest of the day and even went home at lunchtime to relieve myself.
A couple of weeks later I came in early one morning and she was just finishing her fag. She engaged me in conversation and I caught the lift up with her. The lift shuddered to a halt between floors. They were unreliable and people had got stuck before. We rang the alarm button but there was no phone there to allow us to call and we could not even open the doors to call up the shaft and make a noise. We banged and we shouted but I doubted if anyone could hear us. I was not too worried as it was the main lift in the building and they were bound to get someone to fix it but there might be a long delay.
Vera was just cross and impatient. but after half an hour she started to fret a bit. I tried to console and calm her down as best I could and put my arm around her. She hugged me for re-assurance and she did seem genuinely distressed. I was acutely conscious of my growing erection and tried not let her rub against me there but she hugged me tighter.
There was a roof hatch with a catch and I was able to scramble up to it. Vera supported me by holding my legs and thighs – this definitely set my loins stirring. I was able to get far enough to poke my head out. The lift door at the top was open and I called out. Eventually we made contact with the engineer called out to fix it but he told us we would be there for another hour!
At least we knew someone was on our case and I climbed back into the lift and the hatch closed behind me. Vera supported me as I came down still holding on to my upper thigh. She was a lot more relaxed now and we joked a bit. We knew that everybody would be talking and laughing about us.
"Everyone will think we've been up to no good," I said
She smiled and hugged me, "I don't mind".
My erection sprang to life again. She was looking intently at me.
"I can feel you," she said and pressed her thigh against me.
There was no place to turn so I bowed to the inevitable and we started kissing, gently at first and then quite passionately.
She had a long blue polka dotted skirt which buttoned down the front and was quite loose. I started to kiss and then nuzzle and nibble her neck, bringing my hands down her back to caress her bottom. I could feel her panties underneath the cotton of her dress and knew she had nothing else on underneath - no slip, corset or tights - apart from her bra. She ran her fingers over my back and started to fondle my bottom as well. I brought my hands round her waist and stroked her large soft belly and then moved back to her bottom.
She stopped me mid-feel."Not too far!" she murmured and resumed kissing me although she did press her thigh in between my legs. I could taste the tobacco on her but it was not unpleasant. After a couple of minutes snogging, although it could have been longer as I was losing track of time, I very gently ran the back of my hand over her breast and was rewarded by feeling the slight impression of her nipple. She did not stop me and pressed her thigh even closer in between mine. I was almost painfully hard.
The lift juddered again and started moving again and we very hurriedly rearranged our clothing and tried to look as cool and as unflustered as possible. After a few seconds the doors opened there were quite a few people there and we tried to act as natural as possible.
I got a lot of ribbing from my colleagues.
"Two hours alone with her! What did you get up to?"
I exaggerated my way out of the difficulties.
"She went into a faint and I had to loosen her clothes and give her the kiss of life!"
Again I could not concentrate on my work for the rest of the day. I was aroused because of what had nearly happened; I was frustrated because it had only nearly happened; I was embarrassed because she was at least twenty years older than me and definitely no babe – she looked all of her fifty-odd years and if we did get off I definitely did not want it known; I was apprehensive that she might gossip about it; I was fearful that she might give me the cold shoulder. Through this whirlpool of conflicting thoughts and feelings one was loudest and clearest. Lust! I definitely wanted to fuck the old tart.
She carried on through the next few days as if nothing had happened. Without consciously avoiding each other company there didn't seem to be any opportunities to talk or do anything else. Then about a week later I passed her on a little used stairwell at the back of the office block where we worked..
"Avoiding the lifts, I see," I ventured.
"I had quite a bad experience last time," she countered. Well that could have two meanings.
"It wasn't too bad for me," I said boldly.
We were on a little landing where the stairs turned a corner. She looked me in the eye.
"I think we have some unfinished business," she said.
"Come with me," I said.
There was a mezzanine floor just off the ground floor. There was a set of rooms there that had once been offices but were now just used to store files, old IT equipment, old furniture etc. People hardly ever went there although the ground floor itself ,half a storey below was fully populated with desk workers. Although she'd worked at the place for some years longer than I had she was apparently unaware of it. We found a room that did not have too much junk in it. It also had a key in the door. We went inside and I locked it behind me.
She put her arms round me and we started kissing deeply, tongues down throats. Her smoky breath just increased my lust. She was dressed similar to our last encounter, same sort of loose cotton dress but medium green and unpatterned. She was unshod as usual but had stockings or tights on.