Helen Watson was becoming obsessed with the idea of seducing Dave.
Her husband Max had a reputation as a tough hard Macho man, yet at home all he did was sleep and watch TV.
When she tried to take him to bed he resisted, claiming he was tired or suffering from football injuries.
He showed no interest in sex with her, other than have her suck him off while he played with her boobs.
Before the new cheerleading squad was appointed, he had not only been a raging bull on the footy field but was a raging bull at home in bed.
Helen recalled a night when everything had changed between them, leaving her physically and mentally scared of his violent temper. That night he had arrived on their doorstep drunk with lipstick smeared all over his mouth. He had sneered at her claiming she was “Fucking old meat.”
He had laughed at her anger. “Your thirty fucking five, if I want someone that old I can fuck some of the team”s wives,” he jeered.
“There is a ton of twenty year old stuff nearly half your age that love to get me in the sack.” “They”re not only younger, but they are better fucks” he added.
“I”ve fucking had your insults” she screamed “you can have your team floosies, I”m leaving, their”s a ton of men who will want me.”
He had thrown her against the wall; slapping her hard yelling, “Don”t you get any fucking stupid ideas.” “Your mine and you will always be mine. If I ever catch you with another man I”ll kill both of you.” She knew he meant it. She was his trophy wife, to parade around in front of his mates. His pride would be hurt if she left him, especially if it was for another man.
For over a year she had done as she was told. Every time she thought of arguing or ignoring him, she remembered the murderous glint in his eyes when he said, “I”ll kill both of you.”
She had started to drink and smoke and spend his money extravagantly, but nothing she did could satisfy her strong sexual urge.
Watching Stacy and Dave on Sunday morning had set her mind scheming. A lad like Dave would be her answer.
Max was contemptuous of the town”s younger brigade. Fucking kids he would moan, when asked by his sponsors and backers to turn up at a game or speech night. “There isn”t a kid in this town worth a shit,” he used to tell her as they drove home.
Knowing he had the local male population bluffed, she felt certain that Max would never suspect her of cheating, especially with an eighteen year old.
She could get Stacy to cover for her. They could share him; it was the answer to a maiden”s prayer. Well hardly a maiden she grinned to herself.
After cricket practice yesterday she had invited Dave to have coffee this afternoon. “If I”ve got the guts I”ll start today,” she thought.
She took a leisurely bath before dressing to go down town and wait for Dave. She took special care to dress in her sexiest outfit.
She always dressed to excite, today she was all the more careful, making sure that her dress highlighted her figure.
Helen made two or three changes as she dressed, making up her mind to be more adventurous at every minute.
No bra, no stockings, no thong, she decided before discarding a dress that reached her knees. She replaced it with a light white silk dress, much shorter, and so sheer that you could see right through it against the light.
She smoothed the dress down over her thighs, cupped her hands under her breasts, and stuck her tongue out at herself in the mirror, “I”m ready” she said, “I”m ready.”
Talking to herself as she planned his seduction she mused. “I”ll check everything out so nothing goes wrong.”
“My god” she thought later as she parked her car away from her normal parking area, “I”m getting nervous; I”m acting like a kid on my first date.”
At the coffee shop the proprietor who knew her as a regular customer greeted her, “Can I help Mrs Watson?” “No thank you, I was looking to see if my friend”s son had arrived,” she answered.
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“This place is no good:” she decided. He”s a bloody old sticky beak. If he sees me with Dave he won”t keep his eyes off us.” “I want some privacy.”
Thinking hard she recalled a new coffee shop and bar that has just opened down at the unfashionable end of the mall.
“I”m not known there, the people who run it are from out of town, it will be a lot safer,” she decided.
Dave”s mobile rang as he was having lunch, “Can you talk?” Stacy asked. “Yes!” he replied, getting up and moving away from Malcolm and the others.
“Thanks for ringing I really miss you,” he said when he was far enough away that he couldn”t be heard. “I have to be quick while the boys pack the car. I don”t want them to know that I”m talking to you,” Stacy said a hint of urgency in her voice.
“What”s up?” he asked. “I”ve only got a minute so listen,” Stacy replied. “I”m sorry Dave but our family will have to go away for a while.” “What for?” Dave asked his voice rising
“Fred”s mother has had a heart attack she is very ill.” “Fred”s rushed to her bedside; the boys and I are driving down this afternoon, I don”t know when we will be back.”
“I”m going to miss you Davey boy,” Stacy whispered, a tremor in her voice. “I”ll ring you when we get there.”
Before he could reply, Dave heard her being called. She said “goodbye,” and hung up.
. Dave was devastated, he had had only one thing in mind all day, how to arrange things so he could be with Stacy again tonight.
“Just my fucking luck” he moaned.
He was angry and disappointed when Malcolm collared him, “Hi! Coming down to cricket practice” he asked.
Dave was about to tell Malcolm to fuck off, when the words cricket practice reminded him of his ride home yesterday after practice, with Mrs Watson.
“Shit!” he thought. “She invited me to coffee this afternoon.”
For some reason he thought better of telling Malcolm what he was going to do, instead he just shook his head, saying “not today I”ve got a few things to do.”
Dave started to smile as he thought of Mrs Watson. “Christ I hope some of my mates see me with her, they won”t believe that she asked me to have coffee.”
A broad grin broke out across his face, as he remembered the way her boobs had swung down in her top, giving him an eyeful.
He licked his lips as he remembered how her skirt had slid up showing what he thought could have been a small patch of hair.
He was starting to raise a horn as he remembered how she had slid around on the seat and whispered in her husky voice, the invitation for coffee after school.
Even with those thoughts in mind, Dave did not give the slightest thought to the possibility of fucking her.
She was out of his class.
He was more than satisfied fucking Stacy Turner.
Mrs Watson was a body to dream over but she was only a dream.
Stacy Turner was real, he had fucked her, he would fuck her again, she filled his thoughts, he wasn”t going to jeopardise that certainty.
As far as he was concerned everything revolved around Stacy Turner, nothing else counted, nothing else mattered.
Never the less the idea of meeting Mrs Watson made his heart beat quicker. She was a top bird. The amazing fact that she wanted to have coffee added to his ego, already inflated from his conquest of Harry”s mum, Mrs Stacy Turner.
Entering the Mall he spied Mrs Watson coming towards him. He gasped, she looked fucking fantastic. He gasped again, when he caught her against the sunlight.
“Shit” he thought “I don”t think she”s wearing anything under that dress.” He was not the only one who was watching Helen Watson.
Every male in the mall followed her progress, watching as she greeted Dave with a kiss and took his arm, before leading him back down the mall.
Dave couldn”t believe it; his heart was beating at a hundred to the dozen. Here he was arm in arm with the woman whose body had been described by one of his team mates as “A walking wet dream.”
Not only was she beautiful and sexy, but she was the wife of the states toughest footballer. That fact alone making her invitation all the more exciting.
He was enjoying the jealous stares from the men and women who were watching them closely. He was so proud to be walking arm in arm with Mrs Watson that his pride bubbled out into words.
“Mrs Watson” he stuttered, “your so beautiful, every one is looking at us. I, I, I, mean they are staring at you.” She didn”t respond so he went on “I”ve seen a crowd stare at a people before, but I have never been part of it.”
“You know what? I think they”re jealous.” “They would all like to swap places with me, so they could be with you.”
“Thank you David,” she whispered huskily kissing him on the cheek. “Let”s get away from them,” she urged, leading him quickly through a department store into the car park.
“I”ve found a new coffee shop I want to try” Helen Turner explained to Dave, “its new, it”s a bit quiet, but lets try it.”
She could have taken Dave anywhere; his mouth was dry, his brain swirling with unasked questions, as she led him to a secluded table in the near deserted coffee shop.
The coffee shop and bar had been open a week, it was dark and cool inside making her nipples stand out.
Sitting facing Mrs Watson, Dave didn”t know where to look; Her dress had slid up dangerously high, attracting his attention.
If he was right and she didn”t have any thing on under it, she shouldn”t catch him staring down there.
When she leaned forward he could look down and see most of her boobs swing forward in the top of her dress. “Shit,” he thought, “I can”t let her catch me looking down there either.”
He licked his lips as his mouth became drier. Not knowing where to look. He just sat there blushing.
“My god Dave you”re blushing,” Helen Watson said “are you embarrassed being with me?”
Oh no I”m really proud to sit with someone as beautiful as you,” he exclaimed. You”re so exciting I don”t know where to look.” He spluttered in embarrassment his face redder than ever.
“I want you to look at me,” she whispered huskily. “Your voice is lovely and husky,” Dave said
Helen Watson wasn”t interested in what he though of her voice, her adrenalin was up; she had other things to excite him. She stood up in the semi dark and swirled her body around until the dress swung out further and further.
Dave could now tell for sure, there was nothing under her dress except firm flesh and what looked like a thin strip of hair.
“Do you like my outfit?” she asked “I wore it especially to meet you today.”
Looking at her muscular brown legs Dave licked his lips, “Shit your legs are beautiful,” he exclaimed.
Her legs were divine, presented to perfection by a pair of red leather needle thin four inch heels. The addition of a shiny, tiny white dress that barely reached her thighs, completed the mind blowing picture
“Studying legs again,” she teased. “I think you really are a leg man Dave.”
Dave couldn”t help himself, “Mrs Watson you have the most beautiful long luscious sexy legs I have ever seen, better than a movie star, better than the models in my magazines, they are marvellous.”
He was so startled when she asked, “Do my legs make you horny?” that he replied “you would make a stone wall horny, you”re so sexy.”
Expecting her to object to what he felt were his over the top remarks, he was relieved when she giggled like a young girl and said “Thanks, that”s a lovely compliment,”
“Thanks,” she said again, as she moved over to sit beside him, taking his head in her hands and kissing him gently on the mouth. “Thank you.”
Dave was starting to relax she wasn”t upset with him, she was flirting like a young girl;
He sat back sipping his coffee, as he did He thought of her husband and his violent reputation. Glancing around, he looked to see if anyone was watching. The room was empty except for the waiter who had not missed a thing.
“Don”t get nervous Dave” she said as she took his hand and held it on her lap.
“I know your only teasing, but your husband the, the raging bull,” he stuttered. “What, what if some one saw you holding my hand. They could think that we were up to something and tell him.”
“Up to what?” she asked mischievously. “Oh you know if I was coming on to you, or they thought you were having an affair.” “Are you coming on to me?” she asked as she moved his hand on her lap.
“Oh No! I just thought you are so well known, that our having coffee and fooling around might be misconstrued,” he said trying to settle things down.
“Don”t you like me fooling around with you?” she asked.
“Oh yes I love it” he cried. “I loved walking down the mall with you. All those men staring at you, envious of me was exciting.”
“That”s nice David but you are right.” she said as she squeezed his hand in hers, “my husband would kill us both if he thought we were up to something.”
“That”s the trouble,” she continued, “I”m bored and lonely.” “I sit in the coffee shop on my own most afternoons. Mothers my age are busy with their children after school.”
“Now I find, even young men like you are scared to talk to me, because I”m the wife of the raging bull.”
“Oh hell I `m not scared to talk to you.” “I will have coffee with you every day after cricket practice if you will have me,” Dave said putting his hand up to touch her cheek.
“That”s wonderful but every day would be over the top and people would talk.” She laughed.
Later as they walked to her car, she asked “What are you doing tonight?”
“Nothing much” he replied
“I”m going out to the drive- in. They tell me its going broke and will close down shortly.”
“You young ones don”t remember drive-ins like people my age.” “They were the places where we went on dates when I was a teenager.”
“I want to go back to see it before it closes.”
Dave was embarrassed, “Gee Mrs Watson” he said, “I have never been to a drive in.” “They don”t show modern movies and that one is way out of town.” He explained. “I always go to Cinema 8, or rent DVD”s and videos at Blockbuster.”
Helen turned to look at him “Max is out of town. Drive- ins are for couples, they are very lonely places for people on their own.”
“Would you like to join me?”
She laughed as she continued, “no one will know you are with the wife of the raging bull.”
Dave who had nothing planned now that Stacy was away, agreed.
“Right she said, now you must stop calling me Mrs Watson.” “You must call me Helen. I will call you David or Dave.”
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On the way home Helen”s mobile rang, she pushed in her ear plug, and talked while driving. “Hi,” she said quickly when she heard Stacy”s voice, “I”m in the car, I”m just driving Dave home.” “Can he hear me?” Stacy asked.
Helen looked over at Dave who was studying her legs and the tops of her thighs.
“No!” She replied.
“My god Helen, You”re a bitch,” Stacy whispered down the phone, “don`t tell me you`ve fucked him already.”
“No,” Helen replied, while winking at Dave, “but it won”t be long.”
Dave who didn”t know he was the topic of discussion, winked back. . He wasn”t trying to listen. He found it more enjoyable to look.
“Well it looks as thought we will be here for a few days, so you can take your time,” Stacy told Helen with a sigh.
“Don”t worry, I”m not going to waste any time or opportunities,” Helen replied
After more whispered conversation, Helen told Stacy, “I”ve got to go,” as she stopped her car outside Dave”s house “ring me later.”
“That was Stacy Turner” she explained to Dave as she repeated her arrangements for the drive in. “We had better meet at six.” “I”ll pick you up on the corner down the road from your place.” “I think it”s open all night, so it really won”t matter if we”re late,” she told him as she blew him a kiss and drove away.
“Mrs Watson again?” his mum asked as he came in the door. “Yes mum” you are right she is lonely,” he replied rushing to his room to answer his mobile.
It was Stacy telling him it would be at least a week before she returned. “A week” he cried as he got off the phone, “a whole bloody week.”
What are you mumbling about his mother called? “Nothing mum,” he replied as he made for his shower.
Helen Watson was wet with anticipation. While Dave had no experience of drive-ins, she had spent many nights with her dates in back seats, making out at the drive-in.
Helen sang to herself as she dabbed perfume in places where she expected his mouth, nose and tongue to linger tonight.
Drive-ins won”t be the only things he learns about tonight,” she mused as she played with her nipples.
She chose a top with buttons up the front so he would find it easy to open. “He won”t have to fumble around the back looking for a bra,” she giggled. “There will be nothing under the top only me.”
Finally she discarded a tight fitting skirt that moulded her perfect bottom, in favour of a loose skirt that would allow him easy access to her already moist pussy.
At the drive in she took charge, driving to a section where there were few cars. “Let”s hop in the back,” she said “it”s more comfortable.” ” We can hook up the speakers on a front window, so they don”t get in our road if we want to get in and out.”
She settled in the back seat complete with blanket and sent him off to get drinks. When he returned he joined her in the back seat.
“No wonder they are closing. There are hardly any cars here at all,” he reported. Dave waved his hand in a wide semi circle, “There are only two cars over this side.”
“All the better,” thought Helen. Helen moved over close to Dave spreading the blankets over their lower bodies. “When a boy took a girl to the drive in, they hopped in the back seat and sometimes watched the movie.” She laughed.
“When Max and I came here in our courting days, he would put his arm around me and we would cuddle in together.”
She took Dave”s arm and placed it around her laying her head on his shoulder, so close he could feel her breath on his cheek.
Dave was overwhelmed by the feel of her body against his, especially her firm breast on his body and her warm breath on his cheek. Her heady perfume filled his nostrils, making his prick stir in his pants.
Dave moved to get comfortable; He still didn”t believe Mrs Watson would let him fuck her. As far as he was concerned, she just wanted to renew some of her teenage memories.
“Maybe if I”m lucky, she will let me help her re-live her courting days.” “If she does I might cop a stray feel or least a pretend make out,” he dreamed, thinking how great it would be to get his hands on her horny body.
Dave”s movement allowed Helen Watson to snuggle in closer, until her lips lay against his neck. He was startled when she kissed him lightly on the neck and then opened her mouth, blowing quietly as her teeth started to nibble along his neck up towards his chin.
“Max used to love me doing that,” she said in that husky whisper that caused Dave”s prick to unwind and push up in his pants.
“Oh David!” she said as she pulled herself up to bring their faces level. “Thank you for coming with me, it brings back such vivid memories of making out in the back seat of Max”s car.”
Dave heard what he thought was a sob escape from her lips. He felt a shudder shake her body. “If only Max had come out here with me.” She whispered. “He might have recalled how much in love we were, and how we made love here for the very first time.”
Dave was worried. “What do I do now?” “Should I pretend I didn”t notice, or should I do something?”
For a few moments her heady perfume and the feel of her hard breast on his chest had started to make him horny, but her tears were confusing him.
“Oh shit! What the heck, maybe if I cuddle her she will remember the good times,” he thought, as he started to kiss her on the forehead, then on her eyes, as he wiped her tears away.
Helen was wondering what had come over her. She had deliberately come here to cheat on Max. She had come here to fuck Dave. “What”s bloody wrong with me? She asked herself. “What am I getting emotional about?”
“Damn Barb, don’t make this any harder,” he said curling his brow. I held my smile, expecting the worst. He lowered his piercing, dark eyes from mine and shook his head. I placed the infamous laptop on the table and came toward him. Dressed in his dark, three piece suit, he was especially attractive. With his eyes transfixed on the empty table, I came close to his tall, athletic frame and touched his arm. “Rick, let me explain…” I started, when he stopped me, took my arms and had me sit in a high-back executive chair.
“No, let me…let me do this!” He took over. Tapping my arms to make me stay seated, he began pacing down the long table, as he spoke. “What I did last night was inexcusable. I don’t know what got into me! I’ve never come on to an employee–ever! Can you forgive me?” He begged, hanging his head.
“Forgive you?” I repeated.
“Yes, I’m so sorry for, for everything!” Rick pleaded, at the far end of the table.
Watching him in recovery mode, he looked so damn cute. When he casually unbuttoned his jacket and leaned on the table to add emphasis to his apology I felt a familiar urge shoot straight to my pussy. “Really Rick, there’s nothing for you to feel sorry about,” I smiled and crossed my legs, letting my skirt slide up way past my knee. “I should have taken it as a compliment actually. I mean that you would find me attractive,” I said, letting my fingers comb through my ash-blonde locks. “I should have never left like that. It was wrong of me.”
He was noticeably relieved by my comments and edged his way along side the table toward me, as he spoke. “NO! You had every right to be upset and leave as fast as you did!” He stated. “Hell, I had my hands all over you,” he added, while I slowly undid a few lower buttons on my jacket.
“I wasn’t upset at you. Your hands felt good–really good, in fact,” I blushed and undid the middle button.
“Then why…” he stopped dead in his tracks, finally close enough to see my stage of undress.
“It felt too good! No, I loved your warm touch,” I simmered and boldly finished undoing my jacket. “See, I was afraid you would see me as some ugly, cheap whore, after watching that damn movie. I was so afraid you would fire me,” I reasoned, leaned forward and pulled my arms from my business jacket leaving my upper half covered with only the thin-strapped, sheer camisole.
I could easily see from his expression, my little striptease was having a positive effect. Still frozen in place, he nervously spread the Windsor knot on his tie to loosen his stiff collar. After glancing cautiously to make sure the blinds were drawn over any revealing conference room windows, he spoke. “That’s silly Barb. I could never fire you; and, just for the record, you’re anything but ugly or a whore. You’re incredibly attractive!”
That was all my 35-year-old boss needed to say to prime my pump. Criss-crossing my arms, I took hold of my camisole and hoisted it up and over my chest and head. His first instinct was to lick his lips, as I lifted and fondled my boobs.
“And these, do you find these attractive?” I asked, lifting first one then the other to lick my nipples.
“Yes, they’re beautiful, but maybe this isn’t the best time or place, for that matter,” he complimented and shifted his stance to his other leg. His awkward glances back to the door made my performance seem even naughtier. I ignored him.
“They’re bigger now than in the video–double-Ds, can you tell?” I asked, with a nonchalant, blonde’s air of seduction.
“Yes, I can s-see that,” he stammered.
“So, you did watch my hubby’s little movie more than once?” I asked, raising one foot, bending my knee, to rest one high heeled pump on the huge chair.
His attention immediately went to my exposed legs. He sheepishly nodded, while I hiked my skirt up to display my thigh-high nylons and black satin panties. Twisting and tugging my nipples, I reached down with my other hand to pull my damp panties aside.
“I watched it several times too. It made me so hot, seeing his cock fucking my pussy,” I said, forcing two fingers past my outer lips to run circles around my slick clit. “Mm, SO fucking HOT! All I could think of was how good it would feel to have a real man’s cock in me,” I grunted, seething with a devilish desire to ravish my young boss.
His state of arousal was evident, as he cautiously edged closer to me. In one, desperate lunge, I clamped my hand around his belted trousers and pulled him close. Without pretense, in one, fluid motion, my fingers quickly undid his belt and unzipped him. Still seated in the unaccustomed leather luxury of the large director’s chair, I extracted his long, thick cock. I had expected nine or ten inches of solid muscle, and I wasn’t disappointed.
I love taking a man at the beginning of his hardon. In Rick’s case, his semi-hard erection was already larger than Matt’s, Barry’s, or my husband’s at full strength. My mouth watered, as I jacked his flexible rod faster and faster. The overwhelming need to taste him got the best of me, and I leaned down to shovel his sizable meat into my mouth. Tugging and twisting the base of it by hand, I soon made a loud, sloppy mess of sucking his delicious manhood deeper.
“Mmmmm, I’ve wanted to taste this for so long,” I got out, between deep, succulent draws.
“God damn Barb; you do that SO good!” Rick shuddered, as I took more and more of his emerging hardness into my throat.
After a few, short gags I opened my mouth wider and let him deep throat me. When he took hold of my ash blonde locks and settled into a fast-paced face fucking, I knew I could take him to completion. The volume of his grunts and moans increased. I grabbed hold of his tight ass, and felt my pussy leaking like I had just pulled a plug. That’s when I heard a light tapping on the conference door behind me.
Hoping (praying) whoever it was would disappear, I locked my mouth and teeth around Rick’s ready cock. The precautionary knock was replaced by a harder, more deliberate knock and then the door opened. Rick grabbed a big chunk of my hair and pulled my head quickly back. His cock literally popped out of my mouth. With the leather chair hiding our indiscretion, I peered around the side toward the door.
“Jesus Christ, Barry!” I smiled and shook my head, hardly believing his inept timing. Barry’s immediate expression of concern dissolved into a shy smile, which I returned, before re-focusing my attentions to servicing our boss.
Rick stood in silent disbelief with my hand wrapped around his strong, perpendicular erection hidden from Barry’s view by the chair. When I heard the door close and lock, I assumed Barry had made his retreat, and took Rick’s not-quite-as-sturdy erection back into my mouth. One should never assume what they hear.
“So Rick, what do you think of our darling secretary? Quite gifted, don’t ya think?” Barry startled me, as he softly brushed away a few of my blonde locks to get a better view.
Rick’s powerful erection suddenly dissolved in my mouth. “Uh yeah, she really is something,” Rick answered. I could tell he was instantly embarrassed by Barry’s presence. Of course, I took his depleted condition as a challenge and sucked his waning erection harder. Moaning and slobbering like some two-bit whore, I pulled out every trick I knew to rejuvenate my boss’s cock. It was no use.
Barry, however, was fully aroused. Unzipping his pants, Barry eased me down from the chair and pulled up my skirt. Doggy-style on the floor, I continued to hard-suck Rick, when I felt Barry’s hands on my naked ass. Barry’s dick parted my saturated lips from behind.
“Oh Barb, you’re so fucking wet! Let’s show Rick a bit of what he missed last night, shall we?” Barry said, and easily slid his rock-hard, seven-incher inside my pussy. Feeling his familiar meat thrust in me to the hilt was exactly what my body craved. I jerked my head back off of Rick’s limp tool and let out a guttural groan I was sure could be heard down the hall.
“OH GAWD!” I yelled and thrust my ass backward to revel in the primal eroticism of the moment. Barry’s young hips and pelvis banged into me faster and faster, while I tried to reach out for Rick’s cock. In all the commotion, Rick had zipped up and backed away from the two of us.
“You guys go ahead and have your fun. I’ve gotta get back to the audit,” Rick nervously retreated. “Oh, and make sure you clean up after,” he half chuckled again and headed for the door.
I knew he had to be pissed off by the change of events. However, at that moment, all I could focus on was Barry’s throbbing cock filling me up with a full load of fresh cum, which he faithfully executed not long after the door shut.
We finished the audit ahead of schedule. Our fearsome, but now subdued foursome retired to the hotel. Matt and Barry made their own plans for the evening, as they were prone to do. I wished them a good time and didn’t return an objection, when they politely asked if they could call on me later.
Settling back into my room, I couldn’t wipe the image of my young boss’s fine physique out of my brain… and, that glorious hunk of manhood. With the boys out on the prowl, I figured I had at least three or four good hours to myself. There was certainly no use wasting them alone, I reckoned. Besides, I felt a pang of guilt for letting Rick get away earlier in the conference room.
“There must be some way I can make it up to you, Rick?” I questioned him over the phone.
“Well, I was planning on meeting Jake (his father) tonite, but I can probably reschedule that,” he answered.
“Oh good! Tell ya what, pick me up around six and we’ll take in an early swim. How does that sound?” I bubbled.
He agreed and we finished the call. The crazy cogs in my active imagination shifted immediately to hyper-drive, as I concocted a simple plan to re-seduce my hunky, married boss. Sure, I planned to go swimming, swimming in his CUM! I doused the sexy swimsuit routine and opted for the slinky-slip-covered-by-a-terrycloth-robe scheme. This time there would be no intrusions, no surprises. I could focus my complete attention on an evening of sweet debauchery without diversions. Downing a few shots of tequila, I was in a beautiful state of euphoria (had a good buzz on), when I heard his knock on my door.
“Are you decent?” He asked.
“Not since I was sixteen,” I snickered, pulling the door open.
A long, plush towel draped over his full, strong, naked shoulders. A skin-tight pair of black trunks, to match his dark head of hair, marked the outline of his generous, yet flaccid package. He lost little in height, wearing a pair of matching Italian sandals. “Come on in. I’m just about ready,” I said, as his right elbow slightly glanced my chest.
Taking stock of my more practical digs, he followed safely behind me until I entered the bathroom. I purposely left the door open to watch his reflection in the mirror, as I applied another coat of lip gloss. “That’s a nice, well-stocked suit you have there,” I mentioned, winking at him in the mirror. He smiled, then averted his eyes.
“I suppose I should apologize for my performance today in the conference room,” he submitted.
“What’s to be sorry for? You’re just not comfortable in mixed company, right? I can relate to that,” I enabled him and let my robe fall open to reveal my simple, white slip underneath.
“You must think I’m a real prude or something,” he said.
“There’s nothing wrong with feeling uncomfortable having another guy in the same, shall we say, proximity,” I smiled, let my head tilt to one side and fluffed up the back of my hair.
“Y-you were just so alluring. I should have never chickened out. Given the chance, I’d never blow THAT again!”
“Alluring, huh? I don’t recall a guy using that adjective about me,” I said, slowly turning to face him. Feigning a blush, I glanced down; pulled my robe off my shoulders, and let it fall to my feet. Returning my eyes to meet his, I deliberately pulled his towel away. “What’s that you said about second chances?” I asked, dropping his towel at my feet.
“Yes, you are alluring, sexy, sensual, attractive, beautiful…” he sweet-talked me, as his fingers slowly peeled away the thin straps on my slip. “And yes, I do believe in second chances – if you do?” He whispered and softly ran his hands from where the straps hung up my arms, shoulders, and up my neck.
My more-than-ample tits and hard nipples did an admirable job of holding the slip in place, as mister tall, dark, and handsome bent down to open his mouth on mine. Instantly our wet tongues prodded and probed, while my hands found the waistline of his swimsuit. Pulling me closer for more head shifting and tongue plunging, I stepped aside just enough to finagle my hand inside to reach his hardening flesh.
He let out a short gasp, as I pushed and pulled his trunks down. Shortly backing off his passionate kiss, I stepped backward, peeled down my slip and leaned back against the bathroom vanity. Spreading my legs to fondle my pussy, I watched his solid hardon plop from its tight confines. He stepped out of his trunks. I turned my naked self again to the mirror. Feeling his hands rising from my hips to cup my melons, I was greeted with the warmth of his long, thick cock between my ass cheeks.
On my heels, I needed only to bend forward slightly, as his cockhead toyed with my tender, ready lips. Feeling the wide girth of his stiff 10-inch rod penetrating my pussy, I let go of one, long, contented sigh. “Oh GOD, that feels SO good!” We almost said in unison. What never was meant to happen between management and employee suddenly felt so perfect. My lust for him triggered in me all the lubrication necessary for a good slam-bam fuck session. Boobs and balls went flying, as he crashed into me. Over and over his cock filled and refilled my hot vagina. Grabbing hold of my hair, he forced my head up to meet his desperate, lustful expressions.
“OH GOD! Fill me up! Yeah Baby, fuck me good!” I exhorted, as his pace quickened. His pulsing piston was like some fiery probe and ready to yield my reward. “That’s it! Oh God Rick! Give it to me now! Shoot it in me NOW!” I commanded, between exhausted breaths.
Suddenly I felt the full pressure of his thickness expand deep inside me. That wonderful, small expansion of his inevitable release lit the fuse to ignite my orgasm. When he unceremoniously yanked out his throbbing cock to spew a full, fresh load of white cum all over my ass, I wasn’t about to compromise my own climax. My hand and fingers dove quickly to my clit, as I desperately brought myself off. Grabbing a full tit and nipple with my other hand, I felt my orgasm heighten, and then wane.
“Jesus Christ Rick! What’s the deal, Honey? You know you don’t have to pull out,” I shook my head, stood up, and felt the remnants of his explosion stream its way down my ass crack.
“Sorry, I wasn’t sure I should let that happen,” he apologized yet again, and handed me a hand towel.
I accepted his apology by throwing my arms around his neck and tonguing his ear. Ignoring the towel, I reached behind and scooped up a sizable glob of his fresh goo. Bringing it to my lips, mere inches from his face, I licked the starchy load from my fingers. “Mmmm, so yummy,” I smiled and batted my eyes. Rick gave me a fast, cautious kiss on the lips. As he grabbed up his trunks, a knock on the door startled me.
“Holy shit. Now, who the hell is THAT?” I yelled. Rick didn’t seem at all surprised. If anything, his relaxed body language told me he might have expected it.
“That might be my dad,” he started.
“Well, thanks for telling ME!”
“He couldn’t change his schedule around, so I told him to meet us here. I told him he could join us for a swim. How did I know we weren’t really going swimming?” Rick lamely defended himself.
“You told him about me? Just what did you say? Oh, never mind. You better let him in now,” I said reluctantly. Grabbing the tequila, I hustled myself back into the bathroom to rescue my makeup.
“Jake, is that you?” I heard Rick as I closed the bathroom door.
I was working up a good pissy fit, as I reapplied my makeup and fixed my hair. What was the deal with Rick inviting his father to MY room? He had to have known I was going to make a play for him. He had to know the whole swimming thing was just a ruse for getting him to my room. Downing another long swig of tequila, I opted to play his little deceptive game, and put my one piece swimsuit on. Pulling the short robe over it, I opened the door.
Father and son were seated at the one round table I had in the room, as I sauntered toward them. Damn, I had forgot to loose the high heels. About the time that flashed through my cloudy head, Rick’s father stood to meet me. Also dressed in his swimsuit, the handsome, white-haired gent had a small hi-tech camera in his hand. He soon switched the camera to his other hand, smiled broadly and reached with his free hand toward me.
“Hi, I’m Jake, Rick’s dad. And you must be Barb,” he said smoothly. “My, my, she is every bit as attractive as you described Rick,” he continued, while his dark eyes scanned my body. “The apple hadn’t fallen very far from this tree,” I thought, as his hand shook mine.
“It’s my pleasure, Mr. Wilson,” I returned and tried to withdraw my hand from his.
Jake was an older, even slimmer, version of his handsome son. A mix of gray and white hair covered his deep tanned, finely chiseled chest. By the look of the wiry muscled gent, I figured him to be my age or a bit older. When Jake finally let go of my hand, he caught me looking at the camera.
“Oh, don’t get any ideas Barb, I just bought this little gadget. Just trying to learn how to use it. Rick has one and he’s promised to get me up to snuff one all this new technology.”
“I wasn’t thinking anything–bad or otherwise (I really was). Should we have that swim guys?” I offered.
“There’s no rush, if you’ve got something you two need to do,” said Jake, fiddling with his camera.
“Just how much did Rick divulge to his father?” I wondered. “NO, I’m ready for a swim, aren’t you?” I directed at Rick.
Rick responded quickly, “Yeah right, let me use the john, and we can take off.”
With Rick conveniently relieving himself, his father took the opportunity to close in on me. “So, I hear you like fucking married men,” Jake stated, approaching me head on and running his hand inside my robe.
“Where did you ever get that idea?” I blurted out and quickly reached up to stop his hand from any further exploration.
“No need to pull the phony, virginal secretary bullshit with me. Rick already told me about your little episode at work today,” Jake said, smugly; yanking my robe off one shoulder. “Now, let’s see these big hooters I’ve been hearing about.”
“Hey soldier, I may not be a virgin, but I don’t know where you get the idea you can treat me like that,” I seethed and tried pushing him back with both hands. The spry old fart grabbed my wrists and muscled me closer to him. “STOP IT JACK! You’re hurting me,” I commanded, and squirmed to break his tight grip.
“The name is JAKE, and I hardly think I’m hurting you. Now, if I shoved my cock up your ass, that might be a bit painful–but, only at first,” he sneered and buried his head in my neck.
“Well, that’s a treat you’ll never appreciate,” I said, bringing my leg between his to line up a shot to his crotch. “Now, let go of me or…” I started, giving the abrasive leach one last chance to retreat.
“Or what? You’ll embarrass yourself in front of your boss? I think not; you’re smarter than that.”
This clown was really pissing me off at this point, but he had made an astute observation. I really didn’t want to have Rick come back and see us like this. Who knows what he might think. I let my muscles relax and allowed the old guy to kiss and nibble at my neck. “Okay Jake, what is it? What do you want? You wanna see my tits, is that it?”