James had been working for the company about three years when a new admin was hired. Reddish hair, nice legs, bubble ass, decent tits, wedding band. He figured her to be about his age, 31. He watched as she arranged her desk, setting a few framed photos along one side. She was in two of them, one with a man, probably hubby, and with two 20-something guys. Her kids? No fucking way! He went over, introduced himself. She shook his hand. "I'm Julie. Nice to meet you."
"Your family?" James asked?
"Yep!" Husband and two sons. That's why I'm back in the work force, empty nester."
"Damn! Did you have them when you were 5?" You look around 20!" exclaimed James. Julie, laughed and said "Thanks, but I'm actually 44!"
Over the next few months, Julie blended well into the office mix, friendly and outgoing, even a bit flirty with the guys. every few weeks, most of the people in the office went out for happy hour to a local bar. Julie would come, have one drink, then leave to catch the train home. James would always be disappointed by her early exit. James had begun to lust after Julie. As he told his friend Lawrence, who worked in the shipping department, "I want to go balls deep in that fine white ass."
Six months or so after Julie started at the office, at happy hour, James got his chance. Instead of leaving after one drink, Julie stayed and ordered another. Then yet another. After a couple of hours, most of the coworkers left. Soon it was only James and Lawrence, who sat on either side of Julie at the bar. She had told them that her husband was out of town on business and she really was in no hurry to rush home to an empty house. Although she was wearing jacket, James managed to get a decent view of the top of her tits when ever she leaned forward. And her skirt, a little snug, had ridden up her thighs.
Lawrence ordered another round. Julie, definitely "tipsy" at this point asked if they knew anyplace with music and dancing, saying she loved to dance and seldom got the opportunity. James said, "There's a place uptown. We can grab a cab."
In the cab, Julie leaned her head on James' shoulder. Her skirt was now up to the middle of her thighs. James could see that she was wearing thigh high stockings. His cock started to stir. He looked over at Lawrence and nodded toward her legs. Lawrence looked, licked his lips and smiled.
The club was in a not so upscale neighborhood. Julie did not notice. The music was loud, the bar and dance floor crowded. While Lawrence went to the bar for drinks, James led Julie onto the dance floor. Dancing behind Julie on the crowded floor, James could feel her ass grinding into him. She either didn't notice or didn't care. A few more drinks, sharing dances with Lawrence, Julie having taken off her jacket, wearing a lowcut camisole top, James is slow dancing with her. He slowly lowers his hands down to her ass, she has her arms wrapped around his shoulders, swaying to the music. James kisses her and she opens her mouth, tongue seeking his. Suddenly, as if waking from a trance, Julie pulls away. "Sorry!" she exclaims. "I shouldn't have done that. I should go home now."
"No harm, no foul," says James. Lawrence and I will get an Uber and take you home." Let's have a shot for the road!"
"Thanks," Julie says.
They each do a shot of tequila. The bartender buys them another round which they all throw back before heading out to the uber.
