"4:30 p.m. almost home free," I muttered to myself. I glanced around my modest cubicle for any last minute work I needed to complete. No, nothing. Great! Just 30 more minutes of solitaire and I'm free as a bird. Not, that I had many plans that weekend. Being a programmer, you get paid well, but women, don't exactly fall all over themselves for you, no matter what you looked like. I was in my early 20's, fresh out of collage and was a lead programmer with high aspirations. I had only been with the company a few short months, but had managed to solve a few problems that had been plaguing them for quite a while. My computer beeped indicating I had e-mail. A meeting? Now? Damn! I got up and headed over since
I had nothing to do to make myself 'fashionably late,' so I went over to the meeting room and grabbed a seat. I waited for a minute or two and then a woman walked in. Our eyes met and locked. She had such deep blue eyes that spoke to me on a new level. It took me a moment to regain myself. My scope of vision panned out and I took the rest of her in. She was medium height, around 5'5. Her hair was brown with traces of gray. Her face soft and had only a few wrinkles. The rest of her looked like a 26-year-old model. Her breasts were large and firm DD cups. Barely contained in her silk blouse. Her hips were wide, but muscular. She dropped a notebook on the table and turned around and left. I could see the firmness of her ass when she walked. She came back shortly wearing a blue jacket that matched her skirt. She had on nude panty hose and blue high heels. Seeing the heels I mentally adjusted her height to 5'4.
"Hi," she said with a proffered hand, "I'm Christine Masterson. And you are?"
"Dave Blake," I managed.
"Ah! The new programmer, I've been wanting to meet you."
"Really?"
"Yes, I like to know everyone in my department"
Department? I thought. Oh shit! She's the vice-president of our department. I've been ogling her? Quickly I adjusted my mannerisms to appropriate levels. Thinking quickly,
"A VP? You? How'd you pull that off so young?" I mentioned honestly (I thought she was 30ish)
"How sweet. I'm 47 dearie, but that silver tongue won't get you far. But it doesn't hurt."
We chatted for a few minutes. I noticed a ring on her hand and my heart sunk. I actually wanted this woman twice my age! It was very strange for me. Lacking new conversation ammunition I asked her how long she'd been married. Her demeanor changed noticeably. She'd been married for 15 years, but it was obvious she wasn't happy with it. I changed the subject again to the meeting at hand.
"Oh I just wanted an update on how everything was going."
I filled her in on my unit and she seemed pleased. I tossed some ideas out that my boss had shot down and she really liked them. Boy was my boss going to be pissed! Finally a few other programmers showed up, late. Christine looked at her watch, not happy.
"How about we adjourn, go home get out of these monkey suits and meet over at Mickey's Pub and finish up there?" I quickly interjected.
"Managerial thinking Dave," Christine said.
Everyone quickly agreed that we'd meet back at Mickey's in 30 minutes.
I lived fairly close to work so I got home, threw on some jeans, sneakers and a T-shirt. I grabbed a hat realizing my hair was a mess and my varsity jacket from my college days and headed out. It only took me 10 minutes, but for some reason Christine beat me there. It turns out she keeps a change of clothes so she doesn't have to drive home in her suits. Made sense to me. She was in a ball cap as well, hair ponytailed back. She had on a T-shirt as well, tight (and I mean tight) jeans and some cute shoes. She had ordered a beer, so I did the same. We put two away apiece before the remaining slackers showed up. They gave their reports and excused themselves. I guess hanging out with the big cheese, no matter how sexy she was, just wasn't cool. I stayed and had a few more with Christine. After a few she got really relaxed. We were in a booth and I didn't realize it at first, but we had gotten quite close to each other. Finally the bills on our hats hit and we laughed.
"I know I'm gonna get fired for this but what the hell." I said as I tilted my head and kissed her. She didn't flinch. In fact she welcomed it and kissed me back very passionately.
"Christine, what about your husband."
She looked out across the table wistfully.
"It's been over for us for years, Dave. In fact I know he's been boffing his secretary for quite some time. I don't know why she'd want his little boy-prick, but they do it nearly every weekend at our beach house. Guess it was time I moved on with my life," she pulled her ring off and dropped it in an empty beer glass, "Oops now I've gone and lost my ring. Guess I'm a free woman now."
I smiled and kissed her again, this time with more vigor than before. We touched and kissed for what felt like hours. I had my hand on her thigh and moved it slowly up until I was caressing her mound. My cock ached in my jeans. I slid a hand up her shirt and was fondling her tits in her bra when a waitress politely told us to get a room. Realizing she was right, we got up and paid our tab. We went outside and stared at each other.
"Christine, I want you so badly right now."
"Dave, I want you to fuck my brains out, so I guess all we need to do is figure out where."
"How 'bout my place. In case your hubby comes down with a case of impotence and decides to come home early."
"Managerial thinking Dave."
My house was a two-bedroom affair, typical for a bachelor. Christine looked around admiringly.
"Nice place."
"Thanks." I said and scooped her up and took her to the bedroom.
"So strong too!"
Quickly I pulled off my shirt and kissed her some more. Then I took her shoes off. I pulled her jeans off with some considerable effort (I mentioned tight did I not). She had on silk bikini panties that accentuated her hips. I could see her dampness under the thin material. Next went her hat and the band that was holding her hair up. She shook out her hair, the gray looked so nice. I pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside. Hungry for her breasts, I removed her bra releasing those massive tits to me. They were firm and full. Her nipples were erect and areolas dark like her hair. I bent down and licked and sucked her large globes. She moaned and sighed with both pleasure and relief. My guess was she hadn't been satisfied in a long time. I pulled her panties off, leaving her nude except for the ankle socks I had left on. Her pubic hair was dark as well with just a few flecks of gray. She crossed her hands at the wrists and pulled herself open to me.
"Take me please. I need it so bad!"
"I'm in no hurry," I said lowering my head to her spread womanhood, "why should you be?"
And with that I buried my face into her crotch. I licked and probed Christine's pussy. She moaned with delight.
"I've never felt this good. Ooooooooh!" She cried as her legs tightened around me. I could taste her cum flowing out like a river from her soul. I lapped it up, relishing her orgasm.
Finally I let up, letting her catch her breath while I finished undressing. She stared at my swollen shaft in disbelief. I wasn't huge, but I guess compared to her husband, I was hung like a bear. I moved over to the counter and pulled out a condom.
"Don't worry about that my love. I'm 'taken care of'" she said with a knot tying motion of her hands. Tossing the prophylactic away I went over and pulled her socks off. I wanted her completely nude for this. I stared at her. Forty-Seven-years-old? I just couldn't believe it. Belief or no, here was a beautiful woman, naked, and wanting me. Not just wanting, needing me.
I laid down atop her naked form, and kissed her deeply. I felt her legs part beneath me, and the tip of my cock became wet with her juices. I pressed into her; I could feel her tense so I kissed her again. Christine relaxed and I pushed more of my shaft into her. I was reminded of my first time. Her pussy so much like that of my girlfriend in high school. It was odd how they could be 30 years apart in age and so alike. I felt what I could only imagine was her hymen. I paused momentarily, then pressed through. She let out a soft scream and sighed, letting that pass, I continued into her until I had sheathed myself completely within her. I could feel myself stretching her pussy, and she was reveling in it. I pulled out and pressed back in. She was very tight, I didn't know how long I could hold back. I repeated my thrusts again and again until we found our rhythm. I stared into her eyes, I focused on them, lost myself within them until I watched her next orgasm explode within her. I was hypnotized by the dance in her deep blue eyes. It was that focus that allowed me to make her cum several more times until I felt my own body tense and my balls erupted their seed into her. I moaned and shuddered as I came and came for a solid minute. Exhausted, I collapsed into her ample bosom, breathing in her scent and suckling her breasts.
I dozed for a time and awoke with a raging hard on. I glanced at the clock, 11:32 p.m. Christine was asleep on her tummy, her legs spread and face smiling. I moved over her and pressed my cock into her still-wet pussy. She moaned as pressed myself into her. She awoke, startled, then realizing it was only I so she arched her back into my cock as I fucked her hole again and again. I gave her a couple more orgasms before I spilt my cum into her a second time. She relaxed again. I was still horny as teenager. I pulled out and rolled to my side. I parted her ass cheeks, and at first she protested. My finger up her anus silenced her reservations. She moaned and squealed with delight as I pressed her ass open to me. My cock still dripping wet was as hard as ever. I rolled her onto me, pulling her ass cheeks as wide as possible and positioning my cock at her anus.
"Dave I don't know about…Oh fuck yes!"
She never finished that sentence as my wet shaft went easily down her asshole.
"Oh fuck my ass Dave! Oh God yes!"
I grabbed a tit in each hand as I continued sodomizing her backside. We kept this up until she came and then I did (what little was left in me that is). I rolled her back onto her front, and pumped her some more. The screams of her next orgasm were muffled into the pillows. Feeling her go limp, I pull out of her.
Seeing I needed a wash I got up and showered. When I came back she was sound asleep. I slid into bed with her and drifted off to sleep. I awoke to the sound of bacon frying and the one-of-a-kind smell that goes with it. I was fully erect again, but starved from no dinner and several sexual encounters. I got up and, not bothering to get dressed went into the kitchen. Christine was in the dress shirt I had on yesterday and nothing else. I watched her finish up and then sneaked up behind her, pressing my hardon into her ass.
"Morning sweets."
"Morning," I said, kissing her on the cheek and rubbing myself harder into her.
"Oh I love sausage in the morning!"
I unbuttoned her shirt and bent her over the couch. I pressed her down with my hand and with the other forced my cock into her waiting cunt.
"I'm such a slut for wanting you so badly! Talk dirty to me baby."
"Oh your cunt feels so fucking good!"
"Yes more!"
"Oh you slutty bitch! I love fucking your hole!"
"Fuck me, yes!"
"You fucking whore, this what you want?" as I rammed myself into her over and over.
"Harder! Fuck your whore harder!"
My hips started slapping her ass.
"Oh you fucking bitch! Your pussy feels so fucking good!"
"Yes that's it! Oh fuck yes! Yes! Yes! YES!"
I could feel a violent orgasm overtake her. I was nearing my end, but wanted her more. I pulled out and pressed down into her anus.
"Oh fuck! That's wonderful!"
"Mmm your ass is so tight!"
"Oh Dave! Fuck my tight ass. Fuck me like the bitch I am! Cum down butt. I know you need it! Do it! Oh God yes! AAGH!!!"
Her scream sent me over the edge, I gushed cum down her hole until it filled her and spilled back out over my legs.
I pulled out, rolled her over and kissed her.
She was old enough to be my mother, but I loved her. I loved her for everything she was, and everything she wasn't. Pure and wonderful. Later that day she noticed my camera and video camera. With a devilish look in her eyes:
"Wanna do something really kinky?"
"Like we haven't already? But if you want a record of this weekend be my guest."
"No silly! Let's go and get my husband. I know where he's at and proof of him bouncing that blonde bimbo of a secretary will make the divorce that much easier."
I gave her a suspicious look.
"OK, OK and more profitable for me."
"As long as you're being honest with yourself."
That night we climbed into her Camero and headed for the beach. When we got within a half of mile of the beach house she cut the lights and the engine. We climbed out and walked the rest of the distance. The beach house was nice. Mostly glass since it was fairly secluded. It was one story so the bedroom was easily visible. We had our timing just right, little miss Blondie had just come out of the bathroom in some sort of business suit and there was her husband, Frank, waiting naked in bed. We quickly set up the tripod and started recording. I whispered to Christine:
"You sure you want to watch this?"
"Honey after you, this is all comic relief."
"OK"
The secretary started her little strip tease, starting with her glasses and jacket. Then her skirt, shoes, and blouse. She had on a crotchless teddy and was striding over to Frank. When he pulled down the sheets I could see why he'd never broken her membranes. He was only 4-5 inches and about as thick as a hot-dog. He got up and pressed her over the bed and forced himself into her. She was sexy, in a sleazy bimbo way, but from the look on her face, she was miles away. When he muttered something about her needing to brace herself, she rolled her eyes. When he finally penetrated her, she screamed and moaned, but her face was one of boredom and discontent. Christine smiled. The secretary was only there to act as a semen receptacle. She was just letting him fuck her for her job. It was all over very quickly. She faked three orgasms within the minute or two he was at work. Frank staggered over to the bed and collapsed in a heap. The secretary got up and went to the bathroom. Locking the door she sat on the counter and fucked herself off. Finally content she went back and laid in bed with her small lover.
"Got enough?" I asked.
"More than enough."
Christine filed for divorce that Monday. He insisted on an ugly legal battle, and the tape was made public, very public. She got most of his estate including the beach house. We continued relations for a few years, then, deciding she'd had enough with corporate life, promoted me to her old position and retired. She hired me a new secretary before I left, Jessica, the blonde bimbo, ironically. Christine was concerned because Jessica couldn't find a job after the scandal, and she wanted me to be with someone my own age. Jessica became a very good assistant, and a wonderful lover. We make a great team. We call on Christine every summer at the beach house where we laugh at all our past. We never heard from Frank again. We heard a rumor about him trying for political office, but that was never confirmed.