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(MF, drugs, seduction) *** Author Note: This story is based on an idea, inspired by some stunning photo images and some very vivid and personal fantasies floated by 'Peter'. It's about a middle-aged widow and her encounter, then seduction by a younger man. Thanks, Peter, for the input. I'm happy to field comments to my email: tallman034@aol.com *** Chapter One – Gloria At the relatively young age of 55, when Gloria lost her husband, she felt that the end of the world had come for her and she cried a great deal. Her dear husband, Arnold, had only recently celebrated his 56th birthday and he seemed for all the world to be fit and ready for a long life ahead of him. But that's heart attacks for you. No early warnings, no symptoms, no one saw it coming. At first Gloria couldn't come to terms with the fact that her one and only love was no longer there beside her, and it took a very long time to get used to the devastating void created by his absence. She shut herself away, she cried, and despite the loving support of her many close friends, she was entirely inconsolable for a very long time. Gloria had met Arnold Heald during her last year at college. It was love at first sight for them both, but Gloria had had a very strict upbringing. For fear of inciting her parents' anger, and despite Gloria's desire to please Arnold by surrendering her virginity to him, the amorous couple had to stay patient. Gloria's dread, especially of her father, was stronger at that point in her life than her innocent sexual desire or her courage to break his rules, and she and Arnold had to be content for now with furtive kissing in dark, quiet places and mutual petting, during which they discovered enough about each others' young bodies to acutely whet their appetites for greater things to come. Gloria began to experience a certain unexpected moistness in her panty for the first time, as she tentatively and shyly held and then squeezed and fondled Arnold's sizeable cloth-covered penis. Arnold too felt the most remarkable sexual excitement, his young organ pulsing and spurting in his pants during the rare occasions he was able to fondle Gloria's breasts and thighs, outside her clothing. But, however much she longed to surrender to Arnold's tender ministrations and venture further, the usual parental terror kicked in for Gloria, and that was as far as she allowed herself to go into the sexual unknown, until the wedding night. And the wedding could not take place until Gloria passed her majority. Chapter Two – Gloria and Arnold Soon after her twenty-first birthday, Gloria finally left home and married her one and only love, Arnold, who had already attained his own majority a few months before. As a teenager, and then a twenty-one year old, Gloria was a stunning beauty, tall and slim, and with long, elegant legs which Arnold often said: 'went all the way up to her neck'. She had the body of an athlete, except that her breasts were not those of a skinny sprinter. She was endowed with the fullest and firmest breasts, and nipples which were astonishingly long, thick and rounded. When Arnold's eyes fell upon Gloria's naked breasts for the first time, on their wedding night, the sight of them and the feel of her nipples against his belly caused him to ejaculate before he could even come close to penetrating her extremely desirable body, such was his excitement and anticipation, after waiting so long and having to try to suppress his desire. It was not long before Arnold rose again to the occasion for a second attempt, and finally was able to pierce the delightfully tight, but moist entrance to Gloria's soft, sensational body. For Gloria, the breaching of her hymen proved to be less than comfortable, but knowing that she was pleasing Arnold with her body was all she needed. With the rest of their lives together in front of them, in time she was sure she would learn to enjoy the sensation and pleasure of having his long, thick penis inside of her. Both virgins when they got married, Gloria and Arnold embarked together upon a life of personal and sexual discovery. Freed of all the restrictions she had endured at home, Gloria, encouraged by a more liberal and enthusiastic Arnold, thrived as she began to learn the about the endless pleasures of sex. At the outset, there was very little available to guide them through their mutual learning, other than by reading 'sex education' books and watching similar subject video cassettes. But as they sought to go further together into the unfamiliar carnal mysteries, they discovered many examples of soft pornography in the form of books, magazines, and video cassettes. These publications were essentially made for men's masturbatory pleasure, but what first stimulated Arnold always ended up stirring Gloria. For Gloria, once the submissive daughter, now became a very willing, co-operative, even submissive wife and lover. They began to plan their life. Arnold worked as an independent insurance broker, while Gloria, after a short spell in a bank, stayed at home for a period, as they tried to conceive a child. After two years of trying, many exhaustive physical examinations, and much soul searching between the two of them, with no result, they finally put their disappointment aside and moved on with their lives. Gloria returned to working at the bank, and when not working, they both pursued their social life and especially their sexual quests with more and more enthusiasm. They became hooked on sex. Later on, Gloria joined her husband in creating a new private venture in his insurance brokering, along the way learning the art of underwriting and broking to a high level of competence. Discovering at a very early stage in their long marriage that seeing his beautiful wife in her underwear produced for Arnold the most impressive and intense erections and overwhelming desire, Gloria, ever submissive to her husband's desires, never refused his requests for her to wear just bra and panties with high heels around the house Nor did she ever object to his sudden urges to make love with her at any time of the day. The sight of her long legs precariously balanced on high stiletto shoes, her hips swaying, her breasts pressing against her bra and jiggling as she fussed around the house or waltzed around the bedroom drove Arnold beyond reason, and Gloria knew it. Sometimes, bra-less, she would wear just a loose, flimsy open shirt as she worked in the kitchen, to treat Arnold to a stunning view of her full globes bouncing in and out of the light material as she turned around here and there, her solid nipples made even more erect by the cool air from the air conditioning. Her feeling of exhibitionism and the swelling of her nipples made her flush and also brought on an intense anticipation and a desire to feel Arnold's hands on her body. Knowing that Arnold was following her every movement around the room, his eyes glued to her body, wanting her, desiring her, his penis long, fat and erect under his pants, all this excited her and she would easily become moist inside her pussy, fired by the anticipation of what might happen at any moment. On many occasions Arnold had taken Gloria by the arms, spun her around and made her bend backwards over the kitchen table or had pulled her to the sofa, or to the floor; he would pull her panties down roughly and penetrate her with his urgently throbbing appendage. On these occasions Arnold had usually ejaculated quite rapidly into Gloria's soft cunt due to his over- excitement, but Gloria didn't mind, she loved the feeling of Arnold's long hardness inside her pussy, brief though it was. And she was only too contented to know that he desired her so much and wanted her so urgently that he couldn't wait until bed time. Gloria always desperately wanted to please her lover and submitted willingly to his needs, knowing that there would be other moments for her to savour, when she would have her own extreme pleasure. Arnold's excitement was hers too. As time went, by Gloria and Arnold, in their thirties, went from sexual experience to sexual experience. They loved mutual and self-masturbation and its different aspects, and experimented endlessly. Arnold always took the lead in these occasions, sometimes asking Gloria to don some of her sexiest underwear, sit in an armchair, and slip her fingers inside her panties and finger-fuck herself whilst he stroked his penis. Naked, he would often move around her chair as she did this, watching her face contorted with lust, her eyes closed; he would gaze at her heaving breasts held up by her bursting bra, marvelling at how her fingers moved in and out of her pussy, quicker and quicker. He loved the slick, moist slapping sound coming from down there, and the expression on her face and her fast breathing as she came to climax, gasping and calling out his name. When she had stopped shaking from her orgasm, Arnold would move closer, stroking his tingling cock faster and faster in his fist. Gloria's wide open eyes would be fixed upon his hand and his tool with love and admiration for its dimensions, and in total anticipation of his imminent ejaculation. Placing her hands underneath her bra covered breasts, cupping them closer together and holding them higher, Gloria would sigh as Arnold told her he was getting ready to spurt over her body. Sometimes he would thrust his hot, cum-leaking rod into the soft and silky flesh of her cleavage; sometimes he would lean back slightly and allow his sperm to squirt over her. Gloria would then catch Arnold's seminal liquid as it jetted forcefully onto her more than ample cleavage. Afterwards she would massage the sperm into her skin for several minutes, at the same time squeeze his cock end with her finger tips, telling him how hot and slippery and lovely his sperm was as she milked the last drops, as Arnold gasped from the pleasure of coming and waited for his breathing to slow down. Although Gloria was not initially enthusiastic about oral activities, at the age of almost forty, and for a special birthday gift, she finally gave in to Arnold's wish to have what seemed to him at the time the ultimate experience. Under his gentle guidance she sucked Arnold's hardness and swallowed his sperm for the very first time. But it was not to be the last, and Gloria quickly became adept at giving him the ultimate pleasure of feeling his rigid cock in her hot, adoring mouth, the joy as she licked and sucked his cock and balls until he orgasmed and she greedily swallowed every drop of his creamy seminal fluid. Learning in her maturity to love the manly taste of Arnold's cock and his salty sperm as it slid down her throat, Gloria even took the initiative, choosing the best moments when Arnold was tired or worried about business matters, to take him in hand, breasts and then mouth, and help him relax his worries away, by skillfully draining his balls in such a way that no effort was required on his part. All Arnold had to do on these occasions was sit or lie back, close his eyes and let Gloria take over; within minutes his beautiful and shapely semi-naked, underwear-clad wife would be on her knees submissively before him and his hardening cock would be disappearing between her lips and to the back of her throat. On such occasions, Arnold's ejaculation was rapid and forceful, and Gloria's duty was carried out with loving pleasure. Later in the year, Arnold also took the initiative, treating Gloria to her very own birthday gift, by bringing her to orgasm for the first time with his mouth. Gloria was astonished by the force of her very first oral climax, and soon devised ways to persuade Arnold to repeat it over and over again. It happened mostly when Arnold had already ejaculated over her breasts; whilst recovering sufficiently for full penetration, he would spend long minutes licking and nibbling Gloria's pussy and sucking on her clitoris, before plunging his stiff tongue inside and biting on her clit with his upper teeth. The effect was rapid and powerful, and gave Gloria some of the best non-penetral orgasms of her life. Each new discovery led Gloria and Arnold to another, and then another, until, arriving in their forties, they realised there would be ultimately no limits to their potential sexual practices. Finding harder and harder pornography, they would watch films together. Arnold would often sit naked on their living room couch with Gloria balanced on his thighs and his long, thick dick deep inside her sopping cunt. Arnold would fondle Gloria's heavy bare breasts from behind, pinching her nipples and kissing her neck and back. Then, looking over Gloria's shoulder, their unblinking eyes were glued to the television as all combination of couple would fuck, jerk and suck themselves and each other noisily to wide-screen orgasm. Sometimes during these sessions, Gloria would kneel down between Arnold's thighs and suck or tit-fuck him to a shuddering ejaculation; he would fondle her breasts, squeeze her nipples or caress her face as she worked slavishly for his pleasure, until he finally shared his climax with the bouncing bodies of the actors on the screen. Then the roles would be reversed, as Arnold knelt between Gloria's soft open thighs and ministered to her longing for an overdue oral orgasm. Gloria, her legs slung over Arnold's shoulders, loved it when he took his time, licked her and nibbled and sucked her for an hour at a time while her eyes were glued to the on-screen activities, and stroked his face, before she finally gave in to her powerful inner needs and shuddered to a climax, her sex juices running into Arnold's eager mouth. And so Gloria and Arnold continued their journey into their fifties, looking for the extreme in sexual activities, the ultimate orgasm. The arrival of internet provided a whole new world of sexual stimulation for the happy couple, and with wide eyes they searched and searched the cyber airwaves with total abandon. They found porn and more porn. To satisfy Arnold's increasingly demanding and obsessive fetish for underwear and to fuel Gloria's frequent self-exhibition, Gloria pored over all kinds of web sites whilst Arnold was at work and secretly ordered online the most revealing, the sexiest and the most seductive undergarments she could find. Gloria's body had now had filled out somewhat over a period of more than 20 years of marriage, and Arnold himself could not escape the effects of middle age, developing a paunch and having thinner hair on his head. Gloria's breasts were slightly bigger and heavier, but had not lost their irresistible attraction to Arnold, and never failed to excite him, whether held up by a full or flimsy bra, or unveiled for his lustful attentions. Her belly, bum and thighs too, were thicker, but remained firm and silky. By the same token, Gloria still loved her husband as she always had, and despite his changing form, his slight paunch, his potency was as strong as ever, and they were proud that their desire for each other never waned as they got older. Scouring the online catalogues for more sources of excitement for Arnold, Gloria's heart beat fast and she often got moist rubbing herself between her legs anticipating her husband's sexual reactions to her secret purchases, the look on his face and the reaction inside his pants when she finally showed herself off wearing something new as a special surprise. White was virginal, she knew Arnold thought, but black was naughty, so she ordered some items in both colours. Gloria allowed herself more than a little finger stimulation of her clitoris as she ordered many different types of bras; those with very firm cups, which pushed her breasts higher and closer together, exaggerating her already immense, middle aged cleavage. And half-cup bras which left her big nipples exposed to the air. She ordered different styles of basque and cincher, to hold her full, rounded body in but to allow a hint of flesh to show. She ordered the tiniest silk panties, crotchless panties, strings and girdles of all kinds. And she selected the finest, the highest quality black seamed and seamless stockings to attach to the suspenders of the girdles. Finally, knowing that the visual effect of all this would be amplified by her wearing high black stiletto heels, which Arnold loved, and knowing that her long legs would seem even longer, she spent hours and hours in the city shops searching for the highest heels she could find, settling on what she thought would be considered ridiculously high by anyone but her darling husband. Her sole aim in life was to please and excite Arnold for the rest of her days. The first time Gloria did her new striptease in front of Arnold, in the dining room as he was finishing his after-dinner brandy one Saturday evening, her amazing performance produced the most intense sex they had had for a long time. Arnold was almost beside himself with passion. After a few minutes of parading her underwear- covered charms before him around the table, Gloria sat down on her armchair, lifted her legs up wide apart and showed Arnold the treasure of her shaved pussy peeking out of her new crotchless panty. Arnold leapt to his feet and attacked Gloria in a kind of frenzy, pressing her down onto the smooth parquet floor; Gloria helped him by lifting up and stretching her legs high and wide. Pushing his pants quickly down to his knees, Arnold knelt down between her open, quivering thighs and stuffed his rigid cock unceremoniously and mercilessly into her cunt. They both cried out with the suddenness of Arnold's penetration. Very quickly, Gloria's expensive black seamed stockings were holed, her girdle pulled all out of place, as Arnold, his face contorted by lust, ploughed fast and furiously into the slit of her panty, and into her smouldering, sopping pussy. Gloria loved every second of it, and Arnold, hardly aware of the hard parquet scratching against his knees, ejaculated quickly into her boiling depths, as he often did when aroused to such a high pitch. Gloria's ass was also sore from the friction of the wood against her flesh, but she was extremely worked up and moist, and begged Arnold to finish her off with his fingers or his mouth. Unable to wait for his erection to return, she needed to come with the same urgency as Arnold had celebrated his own climax, and Arnold dutifully and adoringly obliged his loved one by sitting her up on the dining table, opening her thighs and fastening his mouth onto her sopping slit. Gloria's orgasm was rapid too; after only a few minutes of licking, nibbling and sucking, with Arnold's thick fingers plunging deep inside her cunt, Gloria threw her head back and soon shuddered to a screaming climax, closing her thighs around Arnold's ears. Waking up to the risk of suffocating her lover, Gloria finally released Arnold from her thigh-grip, and came down slowly from her peak. So began yet another chapter of Gloria's and Arnold's highly-charged sex life, an existence bonded by a sincere and profound love that only death would bring to an end. Arnold's death. There was one major regret: that so far they had not been able to achieve together the ultimate anal intercourse; it was the one thing they had both shied away from, and might have been the next experience, had it not been for Arnold's untimely departure. Chapter Three – Life without Arnold Now, three years later, looking back on all this, Gloria would still cry into her pillow, wearing one of Arnold's very favourite underwear sets – a tight fitting black basque or a half-cup bra which lifted up her still stunning breasts so they looked fat, soft and rounded, the way he used to liked them: her globes ready to enclose his cock totally, rub it inside their softness and catch his sperm as he gasped his climax. Gloria didn't know how she would ever find solace. In her advancing age, she straight away dismissed the whole idea of ever meeting someone who could replace her one and only husband, her sole and soul lover. Arnold was a man so full of sexual energy and passion that she had never been tempted to consider the idea of being in the arms of another, nor of sharing the body of another. She hadn't even been able to bring herself to masturbate since the day her died. This man had been so good to her for all those years in so many ways, so fulfilling, that he had been all she needed in her life. Now he was gone, her libido seemed to have gone with him. On the death of Arnold, Gloria's financial advisers had proposed the sale of Arnold's still flourishing insurance brokerage to a respectable group of companies – Unisure Brokers. In her desperately lonely and maudlin state, unable to make sensible and reasoned decisions, Gloria had agreed to every idea that was floated, and had given power of attorney to her advisers. She certainly saw no possibility of soldiering on alone; after all, Arnold was the brains and energy behind the project, and although she had played her own small part in its success, she lost interest in work and was in no fit mental or emotional state to start recruiting replacement talent. The deal was done quickly and less than a year after her bereavement, Gloria found herself a very wealthy woman. But a very lonely soul too. Nevertheless, counselled and supported by her close and loyal friends, Gloria gradually began to get used to her painful emotional and sexual solitude at home. Three years after Arnold's death, she eventually began to listen to advice, and to think about getting back to work, as a means of breaking out from her isolation and loneliness. Somehow, Gloria found the courage to browse the employment agencies. She considered however, that finding a job at 58 years of age would not be an easy task, and several times abandoned the idea, to lapse back into her depression. Her mood was up and then was soon down, if she drew a blank in her searches. In one of her mood upswings, Gloria found herself at an agency which was seeking a variety of new employees for an expanding insurance broking firm. Insurance was what she understood well, and as the details of the job were being discussed, she realised that the firm offering the jobs was the very group of companies that had bought Arnold's business. Her heart thumped in her chest, and she panicked, thinking that there was no way she could go to that firm; the memories of working intimately there with her Arnold were so vivid and intensely painful still, that Gloria was sure she would suffer endlessly, even if she was fortunate to be selected to attend an interview and recruited despite her age. But the genuine and kindly agency employee gently insisted that Gloria's experience was much sought after, and that she had a good chance of being taken on to fill any one of a number of positions. Perhaps even working there would in a way bring her emotionally closer to her departed loved one, she suggested with sincerity. Two days later, Gloria found herself sitting over a wide desk from a very handsome young man in his late twenties and discussing in detail her past working experience, with a view to being considered as an assistant to an insurance underwriter. It seemed rather strange to Gloria to be interviewed for a job, womething which had not happened in many years. More so, to be questioned by such a nice young man - the kind that she would have liked as a son, she remarked to herself. But he was smiling, delicate, not too probing about her personal state, finally did what was necessary to make the meeting for her a pleasure, and Gloria relaxed. Karl Worther, the Underwriting Manager of Unisure Brokers knew who Gloria was, and conducted himself accordingly during the meeting. He was fully aware of Gloria's sadness some three years before and how his employers had purchased Arnold's business, a successful and profitable arrangement for both buyer and seller alike. He tried to handle this knowledge with the utmost delicacy whilst he was interviewing Gloria. He was also pleased to realise that he found this 58 year old woman to be a stunningly attractive female, despite her age - reflecting that Arnold, whom he had never met, had been a very lucky man indeed to have been married to such a beauty. Without giving away any signs of his rising interest in Gloria as a woman rather than a potential employee, nor of the growing tumescence in his pants, Karl Worther continued to examine and discuss Gloria's former work experience and her suitability for the job on offer. He allowed himself to steal occasional glances at Gloria's full, mature body, her gorgeous chest and her relatively wrinkle-free face and neck. She was for all the world a very classy woman, he thought, and as time ran by, Karl's penis began an uncontrollable throbbing inside his pants. He knew he had to have her. But for now, he had to engage her as an assistant to one of his Underwriters. He had to do this quite against the company's normal policy of recruiting people over fifty years of age. But he felt that her experience, and her history as a key person in Arnold's old firm, her knowledge of some of the clientele justified his hasty, lust driven decision to bring her into his lair. Despite Gloria's initial hesitation, ultimately the job began to appeal to her, and her confidence grew as Karl Worther gave her every encouragement, so that the valuable knowledge she had accumulated through the years of working alongside Arnold began to seep back into her consciousness. Also, she liked this young man more and more, and imagined that it would be a pleasure working with him, in whatever capacity was required. She even felt a tremor of guilt, looking at him slyly and admiring his handsome face and tall, broad shouldered frame. She liked the way his black hair was slicked back, and noticed how smart and business-like he was dressed. A crisp white shirt and red tie underneath a well pressed, black pin-striped suit made him look every inch the professional. Just like Arnold in his prime, but a bit taller, she thought, drawn to him by the image of her dead husband. It didn't take long to agree a date for Gloria to start back to work, and commence a new chapter in her life. She would report for duty on Monday next, the first Monday of the new month; she would start with some assessment and refresher training in the company of her immediate boss, the Underwriter, and supervised throughout by Mr Karl Worther. As they shook hands and parted, it seemed to Gloria that Karl Worther hung onto and squeezed her hand just a moment or two longer than she would have expected, something which made her heart skip a little; she flushed and smiled timidly. Both Gloria and Karl were looking forward immensely to that moment when she would begin the next stage of her life as a widow, but for very, very different reasons. That evening, Gloria masturbated for the first time since the death of her husband. Chapter Four – Karl, and a new life Sitting back in his Underwriting Manager's leather chair, Karl Worther allowed himself to reflect on his latest recruit, Mrs Gloria Heald, beautiful, desirable, full bodied and also intelligent widow, and now focus of his immediate secret carnal desires. His excited cock throbbed strongly, and in his private office, door closed, he allowed himself to stroke its length, very lightly and very languorously outside his pants as he thought of the possibilities. A wealthy woman, widow for three years at least, probably badly in need of some affection and more; his mind and his wicked imagination were racing already. And she reminded him so much of his mother who would have been roughly the same age. That thought made his cock jerk even more forcefully. At the age of twenty nine, Karl was in an exceptionally successful phase of his career in insurance broking and underwriting, but was at a desperately unhappy, even critical stage in his five year old marriage to Katherine – a marriage which he recognised early on had been a great mistake. Sexually, things between Karl and Katherine had not been even-keeled since the beginning either. Karl needed someone like his mother, a mature, full-bodied woman with undeniable beauty, a woman who had been the object of his adolescent and adult masturbation fantasies. His unmarried mother had spoiled him endlessly, looked after him and helped him with his education at every stage, had made him what he was today. And he adored her, he loved her to death. For more than ten years, whenever he had masturbated or made love with a woman, it was always his mother's face and body which obsessed his entire mind and imagination and brought him to the peak of sexual excitement. He had never dared overstep the lines of taboo with his mother; he had always shown the necessary respect of a son for his mother. But she had always been a woman to cuddle her son tight to her large breasts, even as he grew older. He had cherished those intimate moments over the years, to the point where he felt that the only real love he could achieve was in his mother's adoring arms. Karl's mother had died five years earlier, and, like Gloria, Karl had immense diffculty in coming to terms with the void she left behind. All that remained of his wonderful mother now were photographs and a suitcase of her clothes. Most of the garments in this large suitcase were his mother's underclothes, which he treasured. Periodically, when his wife was absent, Karl would open the suitcase, take out some of these undergarments and enjoy the silky feel of them against his face, trying to find traces of his mother's odour in the fabric. He especially loved to bury his nose in the bras and remember what it was like to be clasped to her big, soft bosom as a child and as an adolescent. Sometimes, Karl would masturbate, wrapping his hard erection inside his mother's night slip, or in her panty, stroking slowly and gently, like he knew his mother would have done if he they had dared share such a moment. Then he would call out her name as he spurted copiously into the silk. Each joy-filled ejaculation was dedicated to his loving and dearly missed mother, the love of his young life. He soon realised the blunder of marrying Katherine, a young woman who was unable to awake in him the deep desire that his mother had long stirred. And now, for the first time since her death, Karl had met a woman other than his mother who might do just that, might just stir deep desires in him. Gloria Heald, a woman who was like his mother in so many ways. Here was a rare, mature beauty, with almost the same body, but who had even bigger breasts than those which had held him suffocatingly close so many times. Now Karl's heart beat fast and his cock throbbed with longing; the interminable waiting for next Monday and the potential beyond was not going to be easy. Meanwhile, an extremely exhilarated Gloria returned to her empty home after her job interview with Karl Worther, but this time she didn't have those same melancholic feelings she had often previously felt. Now, she had something fresh to look forward to, a new lease of life starting next Monday. At bedtime, she bathed her soft, generous body, fixed her short blond hair and made up her face. Her head and her spirit already felt better; now she decided, for the very first time since Arnold's death, to try and recover her sexuality. She put on a silk bra, which was not even half-cup; she had deliberately bought a size too small, which had the effect of pushing her globes up, squeezing them together, to allow her enormous nipples to show outside the cup, just for Arnold. She donned a tiny matching silk slip and girdle. To complete the outfit, she added a pair of sheer silk stockings and, of course, high heels. All in virginal white, except the stilettos, because it was going to be her first time since Arnold's death. As Gloria slowly and carefully put on these items in her bedroom, before her large mirror, reviewed the mature but highly sexy image she knew she projected, she smiled sensuously and talked very quietly to Arnold's photo beside her bed. She explained to him all that had happened today, and how she was going to work for a very nice young man – the kind she would have liked for a son. Very much in Arnold's image, she explained, and she felt sure that Arnold would have liked him as much as she did. She knew also her husband would be pleased to learn that she was feeling a whole lot better this evening and wanted to show him how much it meant to her, to be starting soon a big new episode of her widowhood. She began to moisten between her pussy lips; yes, a slight tingling was perceptible, as she twirled elegantly around the bedroom, watching herself in her mirror and looking at Arnold's eyes in his photo; they seemed to follow her everywhere, she thought, just like it used to be when she did her stripteases around him in the old days and she waited excitedly for him to lose control. Gloria's body became more and more aroused as the minutes past, and finally she lay down on her king-size bed, her head on her pillow turned towards Arnold's photo, which she rotated, so she could look into his eyes from where she lay. She pushed her heavy breasts together with her hands and offered them to Arnold, pinching the cork-sized nipples like he always enjoyed, to make them swell and harden, licked her lips lasciviously, pouting at him. She imagined Arnold already excited, his cock hardening as he watched her new and rejuvenated performance. She shifted a hand down between her thighs, stretched and opened her legs wide and ran her fingers over her panty covered pussy-lips, found them moist as her love juices filtered through the flimsy silk. She raised her knees, pushed aside the gusset of her silk panty and rubbed her bare, close cropped pussy-lips lightly for a while; she then slipped a finger slowly inside her cunt, calling Arnold's name softly as she did so, as though it was his organ that was longingly penetrating her mature, luscious body. Time to pleasure herself now, Gloria thought, as she gazed into Arnold's eyes with inextinguishable love and desire, and began to slip her finger in and out of her now dripping cunt. Her finger moved faster and faster, then she added a second finger deep into the soft, spongy flesh of her vagina. She increased the pace of her finger thrust, knowing that it would not be long before she reached her climax; she had been more than three years without Arnold and without any sexual release at all, and tonight she was ready. Gloria was feeling so good now; at long last she had rediscovered her sexuality, and although alone in life, it was as though she was sharing this moment of pleasure with Arnold, her one and only love. This was the way it would be now, she thought. She breathed more heavily, calling Arnold's name again and again as she pumped now two fingers into her dripping cunt-flesh, and with the other hand squeezed her breasts and nipples alternatively in front of Arnold's portrait, her eyes fixed on his eyes. She now dropped her other hand between her legs, and lightly ran a finger over her clitoris, accelerating the building orgasm, adding to the plunging hardness of her fingers slapping rigidly inside her vagina. Within only a few minutes Gloria was coming, and coming hard. The waves of orgasm began to wash over her whole body, as her hot, wet cunt began to tense up and throb and throb with pleasure. Her head jerked up off the pillow, her legs shook violently and her lower body lifted up as though to meet the unstoppable thrusts of Arnold's long, thick and rock-hard cock which should have been inside her at that moment. She screamed Arnold's name again and again as she climaxed for the first time in more than three years, imagined that she was welcoming his jets of sperm into her womb once more. As the waves passed and Gloria's body began to quieten and her breathing began to slow, she gazed into Arnold's eyes and declared her never-dying love for him, just as she had always done after making love with him in days gone by. It was as though he was there, and would always be there. Gloria lay back, calm now; her breathing became relaxed, and deepened, she closed her eyes and began to drift off into an untroubled slumber. The last thing she thought as she slipped slowly into unconsciousness, was what a nice young man that Karl Wurther was. And how he reminded her so much of Arnold as a young businessman. And how she would have liked him as a son. Or maybe as a lover. It was too late to stop that last thought. Chapter Five – First day at work Gloria found it difficult, on her first day at work in her new job, to acclimatise to the demands of her new surroundings. After three years of not working in a job and using her brain thoroughly, her thought process had slowed down, it seemed to her, and frankly she felt just a little embarrassed to find that she had some difficulty taking in all that the staff around her were explaining. In a very short space of time, the pressure was on Gloria to learn a new filing system for paper records, as well as how to master a computer programme which was far, far in advance of the one she had used in Arnold's business. Things had moved on in those three years, underwriting principles had developed. Her lunch break simply hadn't been long enough to re-charge her batteries, and at the end of this first day of her new life, her poor head was spinning from cerebral overload, and she felt exhausted Just as official working hours came to a close, and she was thinking about how nice it would be to switch off and rest her brain for a few hours, go home, take a bath and relate her first day to Arnold, Gloria got an internal email message that Karl Wurther wanted to see her. Fearing the worst, heart beating fast, Gloria slipped timidly into Karl's office and was invited by her smiling boss to sit down. This time, Karl had removed his jacket, and Gloria remarked how crisp and smart was his blue shirt, making his tanned face seem extra handsome. He came around to the front of his desk and sat in its edge to speak to Gloria, clutching Gloria's personnel file before him. Gloria had no reason to fear this meeting, in fact, for Karl listened smilingly and with interest whilst she related and summed up her first day in her new job. She had no way of knowing, either that, although she had not seen much of Karl that day, he had been watching her as he passed from room to room. Nor did she notice that Karl was sitting there on the edge manager's desk with a famous hardon carefully arranged inside his pants to point upwards, and hidden by Gloria's file, as he tried to imagine the lines and the feel of Gloria's body under her business woman's violet blouse and close-fitting grey skirt just above the knee with its slight belly bulge. And he wondered how it would be to stroke those long stocking-covered legs all the way down to her high heels and back up to her crotch, then to be clasped to her bosom like he had enjoyed so many times with his mother – even to suckle Gloria's massive breasts. As Karl's penis throbbed away inside his pants, high up and pressed against his belly, his imagination running riot, Gloria, unsuspecting, felt obliged to tell Karl honestly that she had struggled somewhat at times today, that the re-learning curve seemed steep, and that she was tired. But she immediately got encouraging words in reply, and when she left fifteen minutes later and went home, she felt reassured for tomorrow, and quite a bit more light-hearted than when she entered her young boss's office. That night, Gloria shared everything with her Arnold; she told him more about her handsome new boss, how she liked him, and as she talked, she offered Arnold another private performance on her bed. By the time she arrived at her well-earned climax, her full, soft, yearning body was moist with perspiration and her heart was beating so fast she thought her chest would explode as well as her pussy. As Gloria's shaking body began to calm, she realised suddenly and not without some embarrassment, that she had been thinking more about Karl Wurther than Arnold, for quite a few minutes. She apologised to a silent, unsmiling Arnold, trying to put aside her guilt, until she drifted into a contented slumber. Gloria's week passed well enough, and at the end of a hard Friday, Gloria felt drained, but nevertheless much more confident in her ability to grasp and execute her rτle within Unisure Brokers. She had hardly seen Karl Wurther during the week, but each time she did, she was aware of a change in her heartbeat, and a pleasurable feeling in her lower regions, as he passed by or came to speak to her. He always had nice things to say, and always listened patiently as she talked. Gloria liked Karl more and more, and very slowly but surely, her feelings of guilt began to recede. That first Friday evening, just as she was getting ready to leave, Karl Wurther called Gloria into his office for the last time to review the totality of her progress and performance. The meeting went extremely well, and at the end of almost an hour of job and progress assessmnt, Gloria received a shock which was to change her life yet again. Karl Wurther invited Gloria to dinner that evening. Chapter Six – Dinner with Karl Wurther Gloria at first had no idea why she had accepted Karl's Wurther's sudden invitation to dinner. She couldn't work out if it was because Karl was her boss and she dared not refuse at such an early stage of her employment. Or whether it was because he was the kind of young man she would have liked as a son. Or whether she was attracted to him in what might be considered unnatural by some; after all, she thought, he must be some 30 years younger than her. Gloria was confused inwardly but flattered. Karl had made it sound as though a dinner might be the very best way to celebrate a successful week in her new job, her new life. Her hesitation almost spoiled it, but finally she said yes. There was a certain something about the look in Karl Wurther's eyes that Gloria liked, a kind of sparkle when she accepted his invitation At home, Gloria's heart wouldn't stop thumping. Flushed, she looked at herself in her full length mirror, spoke to Arnold about what was happening to her. Arnold remained silent, his cold eyes following her from his silver frame as Gloria undressed and stood proud and naked before the mirror. Gloria gazed at her full, but less than firm body in the glass, decided that she was far too old to be feeling like this about a young man almost half her age. And yet, she thought, she may be past her prime, but still had a body that some men, young and old would lust after, and her skin was good. And her mature carnal desires were still there, deep and powerful. Arnold knew that too, for he had seen those urges overtake her in the evenings as he watched her masturbate on her bed before him. Gloria hoped that Arnold would understand her need to go out now, enjoy the company of her young boss, enjoy the attention which she had been missing for three years. Even if it was strictly a gesture of kindness on the part of her boss to encourage Gloria in her work, she still felt very flattered by the young man's interest in her, and was determined to try and relax and make the most of it. Now, she had to decide what to wear for the occasion. She consulted Arnold. It took only a short while to select the right dress – a simple black cocktail dress. For Arnold's pleasure, most of her dresses were low cut and emphasised her amazing breasts; it had always pleased Arnold to be able to look down into her dresses and admire those full globes, even sneak a feel sometimes; and to be aware that the effect they had on him was probably being repeated on men all around them, was a turn-on for Gloria too. The simple black cocktail dress was very low cut and she just knew she would look right in that. And Karl Wurther was even taller than Arnold, she reflected. She hoped too, that her handsome young escort would be able to appreciate a generous, middle-aged cleavage such as hers, and wondered secretly if Karl would have the same reaction as Arnold always did, whether he might get an erection. Then she modestly put it out of her mind. It took quite a bit longer for Gloria to make her choice of underwear. She was now fighting the guilt she began to feel; would she be betraying Arnold by wearing something so sexy, that had been bought to please him and only him, and which in any case would be hidden under her dress? Now, naked, bent over the bed showing her soft, heavy bum cheeks to her beloved, her legs parted just enough so he could see her glistening closely trimmed cunt lips, Gloria nervously sorted through her stunning array of expensive sexy underwear. She wanted to please her host. But then, she thought; Karl was not going to see her underwear, so why bother? Then, her heart drumming, the feeling of intense pleasure at going out to dinner with a new man alone for the first time in more than 30 years, and the moistness suddenly appearing between her cunt lips gradually overtook her caution, and Gloria finally chose her underwear. It was to be naughty, wicked and black, even if mostly out of sight. She wanted her stunning nipples to show through her dress, of that she was sure; so she selected a black silk quarter bra supporting only the sides and underneath of her heavy breasts. The bra lifted her globes high and proud, and she was certain that Karl would appreciate the form of her tits filling out the front of her black cocktail dress, especially her cork-size nipples thrusting through the material at his hungry young eyes. Looking at her impressive reflection again as she carefully fixed her makeup and tidied her short blond hair, religiously treated each month by her exclusive hairdresser so as not to show a hint of grey, Gloria decided to do something about her slightly bulging belly. It wouldn't do for Karl to be put off by a lump down there, even if her other bulges - her half naked breasts would really be the main attraction. She picked out a black cincher, but realised that poor Arnold was not there to fasten it for her at the back. So finally, she settled for a tight, black, six-strap deep fronted girdle with suspender belt, and hooked onto that her finest, expensive black seamed stockings. Adding the flimsiest of black panties not much more than a thong, her black cocktail dress, a pearl necklace and finally a pair of six inch stilettos, which she knew would emphasise her long legs, she decided she was ready, and headed for her car. Karl Wurther, meanwhile was lying in his bath with eyes closed rubbing his long swollen penis very slowly with a soap-filled fist, and in his imagination offering it to Gloria. He was not going to allow himself to come right now and spurt his seminal fluid into his bath water; he was planning to keep his heavy balls crammed up to bursting just for Gloria. He wanted to fill her mature pussy with his sperm, saved up for over a week now. He wanted to fill her up and make her body tremble, and he had a plan. Karl's wife was away for the evening, so he felt totally relaxed and ready for a very special evening. He had it all worked out. Karl had met all kinds of people in his business life, and knew one or two so-called marginals. Amongst his very small and very confidential circle of marginals was a man who could get drugs. The man who could get drugs had procured for Karl a sort of aphrodisiac, which Karl had kept hidden in his garage for quite a long time, intending to slip it into his wife's drink one of these days. A day when Karl's urges were strong and Katherine was being evasive. But he had lacked the courage, and the tablets had remained hidden in his locked tool cupboard, as though waiting for destiny, the day when Gloria would come into his life. Karl knew very little indeed about drugs, but his marginal friend assured him that these tablets worked very well when mixed with wine, and guaranteed a heightened sexual desire in people. Just one small lozenge was all that was necessary, and red wine was best, so as not to show a change of colour in the drink that might otherwise be evident. About an hour altogether would be necessary, he said, to see the full effects of the drug, but tell-tale signs of behaviour change would probably be spotted within half that period. And the best was this: that the effects of the tablets could last anything from two to six hours, on a reducing timescale. Karl stroked his soapy dick, squeezing the bulbous head and anticipated the evening he was going to share with Gloria, planned his moves for getting the tablet into Gloria's drink, then what to do afterwards. He had a number of options, he thought, once Gloria was fully under the influence of the drug. He just hoped it wasn't one of those date-rape drugs, and that Gloria wouldn't pass out totally. He wanted her at least to know and feel what he was going to do to her, wanted her to want more of the same. He would be ready to give her all she wanted. Karl Wurther was in top form tonight. He was all set to go. He stopped rubbing, though his cock didn't go down – he was too excited, but he squeezed its ample length and thickness as best he could into his underpants, dressed himself in his favourite casual jacket, tie-less sport shirt and pants. He checked his winning smile, his immaculate appearance in his mirror, his slicked-back hair and finally the impressive upwardly curved bulge in the front of his pants, and headed for his car. Less than an hour later, Gloria and Karl met at the restaurant, an Italian place well known to Karl but which Gloria was visiting for the very first time. As they greeted each other in front of the entrance, Gloria's warm hand met Karl's cool one, smiles and some sort of electricity passed between them; neither showed it, but they both felt it. Gloria flushed slightly with inner pleasure. Karl still had his hardon as they sat down at the table. Once at table, Karl felt wonderfully relaxed and ready to seduce Gloria and invade her body with all the tenderness he possessed. The kind of genuine tenderness he had always and forever had for his darling mother but had never been able to consummate with her in the way he had so desperately wanted as an adolescent and as a young man. Gloria took a while to wind down, but felt better after she was invited early on to call her new boss 'Karl'. Once she had tasted the first glass of red wine, and visited the ladies' restroom to make sure she was looking first-rate, that her hair was in good shape and that her breasts had the right visual effect, she returned to her seat and settled down more and more. The meal progressed, and Gloria began to feel just wonderful in Karl's company. In this relaxed situation, she found him highly entertaining, and he had many stories to tell about his past and the history of Unisure Brokers. He made her smile a lot, and with each glass of wine she felt better and better. As they ate and drank, Gloria thought how handsome this Karl Wurther was. Arnold would have liked him, she felt sure. Karl started to relate to Gloria a little of his personal situation, but Gloria stopped him delicately; she really didn't understand why, but she felt that his personal life, and hers should remain outside their evening together. She never once mentioned Arnold, nor did Karl. Something else was happening to Gloria, and she couldn't work out why. At one instant, Karl's hand touched hers accidentally across the table, and some sort of hot, electrical charge went through them both again; this time it felt even more violent than the first encounter at the entrance to the restaurant. And she was feeling growing sexual urges quite unexpectedly. They seemed to have crept up on her during the course of the evening, and now, halfway through the main course, her pussy lips were incredibly lubricated, without any kind of physical stimulation. Even though she felt relaxed in herself, her breasts began to heave a little as her breathing shortened, her big nipples hardened, making a startling impression on Karl across the table. And out of the blue, a throbbing began in her cunt. She had never reacted like this spontaneously before, and was puzzled by what was going on inside her mature body at this inappropriate time. But she knew she was enjoying this evening, looking across the table at the handsome and sexy young businessman who had employed her and was now almost seducing her with his smile and his words. She began to wonder secretly about Karl's chest, filling out his jacket in such a manly fashion, about what he might have underneath his pants. If it might match up to Arnold's equipment. The urges got stronger and stronger, and Karl saw the indications. He saw Gloria's breasts heaving, he saw her fidgeting slightly, he saw her beautiful face flushed and warm. He knew his marginal friend had not let him down. It would soon be time to make another move. He too was excited by the image of his mother- substitute across the table and her matronly form. His cock throbbed incessantly, and he knew he needed to ejaculate before the evening was very old. The end of the long, leisurely and pleasureable meal came, and Gloria was by now in a state of total and urgent sexual arousal. Maybe it was an excess of wine, but she still didn't understand why her cunt was dripping like this and throbbing, why her hard nipples were tingling and seemed on fire, but now she had long stopped wondering about it. All she knew was that she wanted to rush home and strip off her smart clothes as quickly as possible, before finger fucking herself to the orgasm that she badly needed. Karl watched all this happening, and had other ideas. Finally, Gloria slipped discreetly to the restroom whilst Karl paid the bill. Karl followed a few minutes later. When he arrived at the common entrance to the restrooms, Gloria was drying her hands on a paper towell. He entered the foyer behind her, and looked into her eyes reflected in the mirror over the washbasin, admiring her flushed facial beauty for a few seconds, without speaking, a half smile on his face. Then his eyes dropped to her magnificent bulging cleavage and stayed there, longingly. Karl's obvious, and suddenly lustful gaze was not lost on Gloria, who was very aware of her own heavy breathing and her sopping cunt between her thighs, which was by now soaking her black panty. Her own gaze dropped to the reflection of Karl's crotch, which was bulging impressively. That wasn't lost on Gloria either, and from the instant that she saw it, she had no idea what happened to make her do it, but she spun around, dropped the paper towell, leaned towards Karl and tilted her head upwards. She just had to kiss him, had to feel his mouth on hers, and have that impressive knob press against her belly. Maybe more. There was nothing that could stop her right now. She was so aroused, she started to forget all idea of protocol, set away from her mind that this was her new boss. She allowed not a single thought about what would happen Monday morning when they returned to work. She didn't care if this lovely man was young enough to be the son she had always wanted. She gave a passing thought to Arnold, then pushed his memory aside too. Karl too had no intention of allowing his position as Gloria's new manager to interfere with his immediate and potent desires. Protocol was a long way from his thoughts. He slipped his arms around Gloria's waist over her black, low cut cocktail dress, one hand sliding up on onto her back and pulling her close, the other onto her rib cage; he dipped his head, and their mouths fastened together hard and forcefully. Gloria let out a muffled sort of moan, followed closely by the same from Karl as their mouths opened and sucked in air and each other's tongues at the same time. At last Gloria felt that solid cock-bulge against her belly, as she pressed forward and looped her arms around Karl's strong shoulders, at last pulling him close. She really was feeling very light headed and totally lost as she plunged into this impromptu moment of passion. As their mouths fought, she felt a hand slide up her rib cage, clutch and squeeze her heavy breast over her dress, then up and onto her cleavage, to dip in and try in vain to take a full globe in hand, finally settling for light, exploratory fingertip caresses to her cleavage. Karl's rigid cock twitched violently against Gloria's belly. He dipped his knees slightly and pressed it hard against Gloria's pubes, rubbed it up and down, which made Gloria moan and thrust back, sucking hard on Karl's tongue again, as though wanting to take it all into her mouth. Karl wondered if this Gloria sucked cock as well she was sucking his tongue right now; he couldn't wait to find out. The thought passed through Karl's mind that this was a rest room, and that somebody, another restaurant customer might come right in at any time. But his intense craving to explore, even penetrate Gloria's wonderful matronly body as soon as possible was totally overpowering and irrepressible. With no time to lose, in case of interruption, Karl spun Gloria back around to face the mirror over the washbasin. Ignoring her half-hearted question as to what he was doing, he lifted up Gloria's black cocktail dress from behind, revealing the splendour of her ass cheeks, half covered by her girdle and split by the flimsiest silk panty. He grabbed the soft flesh of her ass cheeks in both hands, slipped his fingers underneath Gloria's suspenders and, with his two thumbs, squeezed, parting the cleft wide. He was beside himself with lust at the sight of this sexiest of underwear – much sexier than his mother's undergarments, he reflected. Letting go of one of Gloria's ass cheeks, he quickly unzipped his pants and released his swollen organ from his underpants, thrusting it down and forward into the dark softness of the cleft of silken flesh. Gloria moaned aloud again when she felt the heat of Karl's cock against her ass flesh, and immediately went into her naturally submissive mode, looking into the reflected eyes of her soon-to-be lover behind her shoulder. She let out the tiniest of a whimper-protest, before bending her upper body down over the washbasin but keeping her head raised, to watch the expression on Karl's face in the mirror. She smiled directly into his eyes with unbridled longing, shuffled her stiletto feet a little further apart, prepared herself. Karl looked back into Gloria's eyes, his face now contorted with lust and anticipation, before kissing her neck and pressing his organ again into the cool softness of her ass-cleft. Gloria acquiesced completely, waited for the spear of Karl's dick to invade her body, for it to go where the sexual equipment of no-one but Arnold had ever before penetrated. Gloria couldn't care less right at that moment; she was in a hurry too. She reached around behind herself with both hands and separated her ass cheeks with her fingers, and at the same time pulled aside her flimsy silk panty, clearing the way for the now urgently desired assault by her new handsome young manager. It wasn't long coming; immediately, she felt the bulbous head, the hardness and the softness of a rigid, bulging penis against her close cropped cunt lips, which were now aching for that lovely sensation of being forced apart and ravaged. The dripping state of Gloria's cunt made it easy for the whole length of Karl's cock to slide in to the hilt without hesitation. Both of them gasped out loud as Karl's cock touched bottom. For Karl, his hands now clutching Gloria's hips over her girdle, it was the moment he had waited for all his adult life; it was as though he was finally inside his mother's body, where he belonged. It was soft, it was tight, it was hot, it was wet; it was the most exciting moment of his short existence, this long awaited instant of spearing Gloria for the first time, bent over the wash basin of this restaurant rest room and looking at each other in the mirror. Karl's eyes dropped from Gloria's eyes again, back to the reflection of her trembling cleavage, which now looked heavier and likely to fall forward from her low cocktail dress. The revelation of yet more smooth flesh made his cock jump inside Gloria's wetness, and he felt the first rising of his orgasm. He concentrated, trying to hold it back, but conscious of their exposure to potential discovery and his desperately rising need also to spurt very soon. Gloria thrust back her ass, as Karl's amazing rigidity began to pump hard but slowly, back and forth inside her wet entrails. She loved this feeling, but she needed more. She grabbed Karl's hands from her waist and brought them up to her heavy, swinging breasts, watched the reflection of his strong young hands enclosing her globes and squeezing them, then saw them slide underneath each one to lift them up and press them together, emphasing their splendour. With a heavy, mature breast in each hand, Karl sought the outline of Gloria's nipples through her dress. He was astonished by the weight of these ample melons, the magnitude of these cork-sized buttons, squeezing them between thumb and finger and causing Gloria to moan aloud again from the friction she felt. Gloria pressed back hard, increasing ten-fold the sensation of penetration and invasion inside her body. Karl pumped and pumped his bursting erection into Gloria's wetness, knowing that he would not be able to hold back as he would have wanted too. He had waited too long for this, and he knew that they might be caught from one instant to the next. He would have to let go and fill up Gloria's cunt with the contents of his swollen balls. And soon... Suddenly the eruption came, unexpectedly for Gloria, but welcome and of the most amazing intensity for Karl. He suddenly grunted loudly. His heavy balls tightened, the pleasure shot forcefully up the whole length his cock, and to his total and selfish gratification, what seemed like gallons of liquid shot from his cock-eye into Gloria's cunt, in wave after wave of mind-blowing spasms. Karl sobbed, clutched hard at Gloria's heaving breasts, and his knees buckled as he discharged his seminal fluid into the most heavenly cunt in the world; he squeezed and massaged her heavy melons with both hands, his mouth now covering Gloria's ear, his tongue deep, tasting the salty wax inside. At the same instant, Gloria, excited even more by Karl's wet tongue in her ear, moaned again, thrust her ass back harder than ever and contracted her tight cunt muscles around Karl's jerking member, encouraging him to spurt the last drops of his sperm into her. But Gloria had not had her orgasm. She had felt the wonderful hardness of Karl's pumping; she had enjoyed every second of the hasty interlude. She'd then felt the hot and plentiful seminal liquid squirting long and hard and powerfully from his penis into her entrails. But she had fallen a split second short of reaching her climax. Just another instant and she would have got there. She was close, very close. Suddenly, she grabbed one of Karl's hands and brought it down, to press it against her pubes, as she felt Karl's adorable cock began to lose its earlier splendid rigidity. She needed to come, before that lovely weapon went soft and slipped out of her. Karl reacted, pressing his fingers underneath Gloria's girdle; pushing aside the gusset of her panty, he moved a finger up onto her close cropped clit, and began to rub it furiously. At the same time, clearly recognising Gloria's need, he thrust his wilting but still fairly full member as hard as he could into Gloria's sopping hole and continued as best he could to pump it. It was enough. Gloria was close, and it only took a half minute more before she started to explode into her own well deserved ecstasy. Her knees began to tremble, her breathing increased rapidly, and she let out a high pitched howl of pleasure, before Karl clamped his other hand over her mouth. Gloria bit on Karl's thumb, then sucked it into her mouth, panting and gasping for air, as her cunt contracted, squeezing once more onto Karl's fading potency. Karl just knew that Gloria would suck cock better than she sucked thumb. Gloria's gasping gradually slowed, and Karl's thumb left her mouth. Pressing his mouth to Gloria's neck again, his hand dropped down to her cleavage and inside the top of her cocktail dress, to grasp a huge tit once more, to squeeze and mould the bare flesh and feel the rigid nipple in his palms. The other hand continued to rub Gloria's clit slowly but hard, as she continued twitching with pleasure, pressing her ass against Karl's groin, as though clinging onto his dick, not wanting it ever to slip out of her pussy. Gloria wanted to continue, drop down onto her knees and work with her mouth and hands to get Karl hard again. But there was no time to wait here in this public place and continue. They had been outrageously daring and finally lucky, but the risk of interruption and discovery was higher with each passing minute, and they both knew it. Discreetly snapping into action, Gloria raised her upper body where it had been bent over the wash basin, and felt Karl slipping out of her. Overcoming a moment of regret, tidied her panty, pulled down her dress and turned around, to find Karl reaching for his zipper. She stopped his hand and took his wilting maleness in her hand, squeezed the head gently, seeing and admiring it for the first time; though not in its full glory, she knew it was an impressive tool – she had felt its dimension filling her up. Karl's whole body jerked with a final jolt of pleasure as Gloria's thumb pressed against the eye of his cock and rubbed away some of the sperm residue lying there. Then she let it go, brought her thumb up to her mouth and licked the sperm onto her tongue, to taste his salty seed for the first time. In an instant, Karl's cock disappeared into his pants. Rearranging their clothes in the mirror, they looked at each other with a new level of understanding and ardour, grabbed and kissed once again, deeply and passionately, their tongues sliding lasciviously together again for a few minutes, tasting the sperm residue, before breaking for air and looking into each other's eyes. Karl's hands grabbed and squeezed Gloria's ample bum cheeks, and Gloria did the same to Karl's taught, manly rear, and they pressed their bodies hard together. As their lips and tongues clung together for yet another final kiss, suddenly the door to the rest room opened. A woman came in, smiled. Clearly embarrassed, she looked away, mumbled a few words of apology and made her way directly to a cubicle. It occurred to Karl then, that maybe earlier, they should have gone straight into a cubicle too, to do what they had just done. Gloria thought nothing, except that she needed and wanted Karl inside her again. She needed her next orgasm, and another, and another. She was not finished with this young man, not by a long way. She had no idea why, but her middle-aged life was taking on yet another new dimension. Her brain and her heart were still in overdrive, her hot cunt was still tingling uncontrollably, seminal fluid was dribbling generously into her black, flimsy silk panty and her whole body needed more, urgent attention. And Karl was the man to bestow it, she felt sure. Gloria had no idea why she had just allowed herself to be fucked by her new, handsome, sexy and virile young boss. And in such a public place. And why she had so willingly submitted to his and her own uncontrollable desires. She hadn't a clue why this was happening. Gloria had no knowledge of drugs in her wine. Such an idea wouldn't even have occurred to her. She had neither suspected, nor tasted a thing. All she knew was that she had been well and truly fucked, and wanted more. As they exited the restroom, then the restaurant main door and made their way to retrieve their separate cars, they realised that not a word had passed between them since leaving the dining table. They both knew, also, where they were going. 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