I'm a forty-seven year old man who has just recently become involved with a woman in her early twenties. I'm assuming that she's screwing me just to get ahead. I don't mind, though, because the screwing isn't all that bad. In fact, the screwing is pretty damn good.
I'm a partner in a large metropolitan law firm, one that specializes in commercial real estate. You know the lawyers who close transactions for shopping malls? That's what I do. Obviously I can't tell you exactly where I work because my involvement with Michelle necessarily involves some ethical considerations that I would rather not be known.
It all started about a year ago, shortly after Michelle started working at the firm as a junior associate. She's a thin blonde thing particularly fond of just-too-short miniskirts. Obviously, she's called "Ally" by a number of her co-workers, primarily out of jealousy. They all wish they looked as good as she does. Combined with young pert breasts, Michelle is certainly a knockout.
I pulled some strings and had Michelle assigned to my department. I don't mind saying that I enjoyed watching her prance about day after day, showing me her long tan legs.
After several months, Michelle began being more physical towards me: she was always touching my shoulder as we left for the night, placing her hand on my thigh at lunch and so on. I felt that she was coming on to me, but dismissed it to her genuinely friendly nature. After all, I'm over twenty years older than her. It didn't stop me from thinking about her at night and masturbating to the thought of her young lovely body naked under mine.
My fantasies came true after one particularly bad closing. It was for a small office building; scheduled for six o'clock in the evening. The lender was late with the closing package, which pissed the buyer off. Then the loan terms were different than the seller thought, and they blew up. It wasn't until around eleven that night that the deal closed. Afterwards Michelle and I sat in the conference room drinking scotch. Everyone else had left for the night and the two of us were slowly getting drunk.
All I wanted was a little relaxation after a particularly stressful day. What I got was a whole lot more.
Michelle poured me a drink and said that I looked tense. I shrugged, attributing it to the long day. She stood up, walked behind me and offered to rub my neck. What was I going to do? Refuse the gorgeous lady? Was I born yesterday?
I readily accepted, shedding my suit coat, loosening my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. I sipped from my glass as I closed my eyes and bent my head forward. Her strong soft fingers appeared on my neck, kneading my flesh slowly. It was quiet, only the sound of our breathing could be heard. And I couldn't help it. With the beautiful girl behind me, sensuously rubbing my neck, I got hard. All I could picture was her blonde head going down on me and I got hard.
After more minutes than I could count, Michelle moved her hands to my shoulders. Then, to my surprise, she ran them across my chest as she kissed the back of my neck. The feel of her lips was electric.
She quietly explained that she'd been attracted to me from her very first day at the firm, that she was nervous because of the precarious nature of the situation. She said she wanted me.
I reached up to take her hand and led her around in front of me. I pulled her beautiful face down to mine, saying that she didn't need to worry, that I'd been thinking of her for a long time as well. Then I kissed her. She responded passionately and soon we were tearing off each other's clothes. The rest of my suit, her suit, my boxers and her bra and panties; all hit the floor in wild sexual abandon. It was pure lust released.
Before I knew what was happening, she was on her knees in front of me. Her hands grasping the length of my dick, she licked and sucked its tip. Like a lollipop her tongue flicked out against the sensitive head of my cock. I ran my hands through her hair, gasping in delight as she suddenly took me full into her mouth. She was only able to get about half of the length in before she bobbed back out.
As she brought me back into her mouth, her tongue began to circle the head of my cock. My knees grew weak and I felt the urge of an imminent orgasm. I began bucking back and forth, fucking her pretty face with abandon. Just as I was about to come, she pulled away and stood up, smiling.
I groaned in frustration as she lay on the conference table, spreading her legs in front of me. My frustration quickly disappeared as I gazed at her beautiful cunt; it was completely bare but for a small tuft of blonde hair above her womanly cleft. She really was a natural blonde, after all.
Michelle began rocking her hips as I kissed up her thighs. In no time I buried my face in her sweet-smelling pussy, licking it with wild abandon. Her taste was of honey, wonderfully musky and wet. I licked up and down the folds of her flesh, and her hips bucked against my tongue each time it brushed against her little clitoris. Her breath was quick and shallow as I licked her, growing more and more insistent as I pleasured the beautiful pussy before me. She raised her body up with one arm, using the other to reach out and grab my head, pushing it between her legs.
As I licked and sucked at her clit, I gently slid a finger inside her wet hole. One finger quickly became two and then three, thrusting in and out of her. I felt her muscles slowly clenching, and I knew she was on the brink of climax. My own cock hurt with desire, aching for its own release. Suddenly Michelle's entire body tensed. She groaned loudly as she came, covering my face with her come.
She calmed down and pulled me on top of her. She kissed me passionately, licking her own juice off my face. Then she reached down to grab my rock-hard member. She rubbed it between he legs, coating its tip with her wetness. Then, slowly, she positioned me at her entrance and I slowly slipped into her.
Fucking her was a dream; her young lithe body underneath mine was delicious. It had been so long since I had been with anyone in their twenties that I had forgotten the energy, the youthful wonderful abandon of fucking. She moaned with every thrust, raking her fingernails along my back. At her insistence, I began to thrust harder and faster into her; I was afraid she would break. She seemed so tiny underneath me. But she took every thrust and returned them with equal vigor, raising her hips to meet mine at every stroke. Before I knew it, and way too soon, I felt my orgasm building and pushed into her as I came.
Afterward we rested on top of the office's conference table, laughing. Then we both got dressed and went back to my place where we continued fucking all night long.
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