The Office MILF

Office flirting before email and text messages

Benjamin Braddock pursued Mrs. Robinson over 30 years before Stifler's Mother first tormented the libido of Paul Finch. Cleopatra seduced the younger Marc Antony, and Catherine the Great had legions of younger lovers. Regardless of the generation, or the era, or the epoch, many young men encounter an older woman who wiggles her butt, or flashes a smile, or mutters a phrase that causes the young man's little heads to take the lead and ignore the reasoning of their big heads...

Mark's family owned a small business with about a dozen employees. They moved from the city to their own property in a small town about 25 miles away to ease the impacts of rising rents. They built a big building that housed loud machinery used in book production and a smaller building for drawing boards, lithography equipment, and early computers. Once the two buildings were completed and the equipment set up and ready for business, people were hired and trained to fill all positions. Most of the new employees were young, barely educated, and looking for one of the low-skill jobs the business offered.

But a few of the employees didn't fit that mold. Anna was hired when the business first moved, but was an attractive, married, mid-30s brunette with two high-school aged sons who no longer needed constant care. She got married at a very young age and had never had a job but was ready to get out of the house and be more than a mom for the first time in too many years.

She also had above-average intelligence and quickly picked up on the more technical skills used in the business. In no time, she spent most of her time working with family members in the small building. Since Mark did most of the technical work, he and Anna worked together every day.

Mark and Anna bonded quickly. She had a razor-sharp wit and enjoyed good-natured smack talking as much as he did. Her blue eyes would sparkle with mischief as she batted one of Mark's off-colored remarks back at him, but her smile let him know it was all in good fun. But what he enjoyed most about working with her was she had a body as good as any girl his age, and even better than his 18-year-old girlfriend.

Mark had been with Lisa for a few months when his family moved to the country, and she was very experienced sexually. She gave him everything he wanted every time he wanted it, and for a while he was thankful for her generosity. It was the non-sexual side of their relationship that left him wanting more. Too many talks turned into fights, and the four-year difference in their age seemed much greater. He looked forward to going to work and could talk to Anna about anything - she provided him that part of his relationship that was missing with Lisa.

As much as he enjoyed talking with Anna, her physical attractiveness was more than a bonus. When they moved to the country, Mark quickly realized that there was much money in the small town nearby. Moms and daughters were hard to tell apart, and women worked hard to hold on to their youth. Anna didn't try looking twenty-something. Instead, she wore thirty-something well, looking like a very attractive mom instead of an aging teen-wannabe. She was 5' 5", had nice tan legs, a fit body, and a perfect ass. Her boobs were noticeable but not extravagant and completed her body perfectly. She was cute but not like a young girl -- her face showed wisdom as well as beauty, and there was also a hint toughness. Then there were those blue eyes that sparkled when she smiled and lured Mark in from the first time her met her.

When Anna took messages for the sales people she bent over the counter with the phone in one hand and a writing implement in the other. One leg would be straight and the other slightly bent at the knee. As she talked, she would exchange which leg did what every few seconds causing her perfect mom ass to move from side to side. Mark stopped answering the phones himself just so he could watch her bend over the counter and perform her seductive message-taking dance. Soon, just watching her walk across the room or stretch high to get a binder from the high shelves were some of the best parts of his day.

One Friday Anna left early but came back to the office to pick up her check. She was on her way to meet Dave, her husband, at the club for a mixed-doubles tennis match. When she walked in to the office in her tennis skirt, Mark lost all control of his 22-year-old libido. She caught him looking at her a few times and enjoyed the attention.

"Nice butt for someone's mom," he said as she walked past his desk, her skirt bouncing with each step.

"Careful, junior!" she said referencing the 14-year difference in their age. "Don't bite off more than you can chew."

"I'd pay money to bite that and chew it," he told her.

They exchanged a few other barbs, and their comments were more suggestive than usual. But as often happened in the small business covering two buildings, they heard the door to the other building open, and they knew family or employees were coming to the small building. Their window to flirt was usually a couple of minutes or less a couple of times per day.

After Mark commented on her skirt, the teasing between them became bolder and more frequent. He never hesitated to comment about her nice butt, or how well her tight jeans clung to it. He begged her to wear the tennis outfit to work more often and asked if she teased other men at their club. As he got braver, he loved asking if she tanned in a bikini or one-piece, or was it possible her tan was all-over? How much would he have to pay to be one of the lucky people who put tanning oil on her?

She loved the attention he gave her and made sure her replies hinted at 'not today, but don't stop trying'. She learned all of his male weaknesses and used them often to tease him. She playfully accused him of checking her out and often asked if he was afraid to get up from his desk because someone might see how excited he was.

They became closer than normal work friends. Mark knew more about her kids than some of his sisters, and he also found out that hers and Dave's country club marriage was all a façade. They had fallen out of love years earlier and now were mostly tennis and parental partners. She had sex with him as little as she could but had learned to occasionally give in to keep peace in the home.

Two weeks after Anna wore her tennis skirt to work, she was again bent over the counter talking on the phone. Even though she was wearing her perfect form-fitting jeans, Mark could easily imagine that short skirt and her perfect, tanned legs in place of her jeans.

'Is she wiggling her butt more than normal?' he thought to himself. 'I think she's trying to torment me'.

He was a male with an overly-active sexual imagination, and the more he lusted after her, the more he was sure she was using her awesome mom-body in a way that would arouse him. The better they got to know each other the bolder he became. One day as she took a message, he walked up behind her and swatted both cheeks with his two hands. He let them linger for a fraction of a second and relished at how amazing her ass felt. Then he waited for her retribution, but she never confronted him.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, her smile as normal as when they laughed at a crude comment.

She walked to the bulletin board and attached the message for the correct salesperson to call at a later time. He was expecting one of her snarky comments, a warning, or possibly a threat to report him, but she did none of those.

"Uh, more than you can imagine," he replied. "I'm sorry, but you've been torturing with that little dance forever."

"What little dance?" she asked.

He wasn't sure if she was teasing him or just totally unaware of how much her movements impacted him.

"You know, one leg is straight, the other bent. The you switch which one is straight and bent. Every time you switch, your butt moves left, then right, then left... It's TORTURE!"

"Oh," she said as innocently as possible.

She said nothing else, but instead sat back down at the typesetter and continued her work. But she did make sure she was standing for every message she took going forward.

...

As winter wound down, Anna was bent over the counter taking a message. Mark stared at her denim-covered ass like he did any time she gave him the opportunity, and imagined for a second she was naked. He looked around to confirm they were the only ones in the small building, then walked up to Anna and caressed the tight denim. She gently pushed her butt into his hands and moved it side-to-side as she took the message and hung up the phone.

She turned to face him, and when she looked up into his eyes, there were only a couple of inches between the fronts of their jeans. He wanted to push his hips forward that small distance and feel his hardness pressed against her mature, but very sexy, body.

"You know, one day I'm going to do it - reach over and touch you back..." she said, referencing the bulge in his jeans. "... but you'd probably like that."

"Do it!" he dared her. "I promise I will like it, and you might, too."

They made their usual escalating comments to each other until they were no longer alone. Also as usual, Mark went home horny and with a new fantasy about his coworker. He enjoyed the fantasies, and also enjoyed using them while he gave himself pleasure.

The rest of the week Anna took calls like she always had. She did her dance, then placed the messages on the board. Mark took every opportunity to watch her message-taking routine, and when it was possible, he played with her butt. They exchanged suggestive comments, and each night she would star in a different fantasy for him. Mark loved they way they flirted but always wanted a little more.

Friday after lunch, the family took all the drinks out of the soft-drink machine and put beer in for customers to stop by and socialize. About 6:30 the customers had left but the phone rang and Anna again took a message. As she again did her message dance, the four beers Mark enjoyed were enough to remove any rational thought controls, and he crossed the floor to where she was standing, bent over the counter, facing away from him. He felt her butt for the second time, but instead of a swat, his hands lingered for a few seconds. Then rational thought returned, and he let her butt go.

He turned away, embarrassed he'd done it again, and walked to his desk. But as guilt started to build, he thought, 'did she push her rear into my hands? Did she continue her dance while I was feeling her?'

When he grabbed his keys and headed to the door, Anna was walking out as well.

"Have a great weekend," she said as he held the door for her. "I'll be in early Monday. I have to drop the kids off at school early for a tennis trip."

Her smile was the same as any day, and her blue eyes still sparkled. She didn't seem upset at all at Mark's transgression, and if anything, she seemed happier than normal. Was she OK with his somewhat casual flirting and more-than-casual touching?

Monday was warm and beautiful, and when Mark entered the office, Anna was wearing shorts. For the first time since she wore the tennis outfit, he saw her tan legs fit from year-round tennis. She was also wearing sandals so small he could barely see them. He sat at his drawing board, and when Anna brought the type he needed for his ads, it was all he could do not to stare at her perfectly pedicured red toes.

'Holy shit that's hot', he thought as she turned and walked away.

He stared at her ass, her legs, and now those perfect feet as she sat back down at the typesetter. Mark had seen four girls naked multiple times, and a couple of more once or twice. In all his sexual escapades, he never once remembered any of them having painted toes. He had also spent as much time as possible at the lake or the beach where bare skin was available for viewing. Was he too busy taking in the other female body parts that were normally concealed from him to notice their feet? Or maybe this was a new fetish for him?

The first time Anna took a message that day, Mark was surprised at how much more he enjoyed her dance now that she was in shorts and sandals. The way she moved taunted him even when she wore jeans and tennis shoes, but now that her legs and feet were uncovered, it was seductively sexy. Her calves, slender ankles, and those red toes! It was hard not to stare, and he was pretty sure she'd seen him looking at least once.

It was just before lunch when Anna took her first message of the day and the office was free of other workers. Mark tried to keep his composure, but when he was only mortal. When she started the dance, he walked up behind her.

"Let me apologize in advance for what I'm about to do," he muttered before feeling both cheeks of her butt. The last time it had been a quick cupping of her ass, but this time he took a longer feel - more than a few seconds - let his hands linger, memorizing how she felt.

Like before, she didn't object, and he was now 99% sure she pushed back into his hands, rewarding his boldness. But after that few seconds of bliss, she walked over to the message board and posted the message.

"I was wondering if you liked these shorts," she said as if nothing had happened.

"Uhhh... YEAH, and the sandals and the..." he didn't finish his last comment.

"And the 'what'?" she asked as she sat back in her chair.

"Your sandals... and those painted toes!"

"These?" she asked teasingly as she lifted one foot off the floor and pointed her toes.

"Do you have a foot fetish?" she asked.

"Yes, THOSE!" he replied, exasperated. "... and I might."

Mark looked at her feet one last time knowing she was watching his every move. His secret was out, and she was obviously teasing him, so he didn't have to hide his longing look.

"I'm going to run home for lunch and take a cold shower," he said as he grabbed his keys.

He wasn't really going to take a cold shower -- he wanted to rub one out while the image of her smooth skin and memory of her firm butt were still fresh in his mind. He did want her to know how aroused he was, though.

"Why do you need a cold shower?" she asked, feigning innocence and also delaying his departure.

"Why do guys EVER need a cold shower?" he replied.

"Well, shoot. I was hoping you might want to go out for some tacos," she answered.

'Hmmmmm... jacking off while fantasizing about Anna...' he thought to himself, 'or lunch with Anna looking at her in those shorts.'

"Sounds good. I'm driving," he said as he opened the office door for her.

They managed to enjoy a longer-than-normal lunch without discussing him grabbing her butt, or his cold shower, or why she wore shorts and sandals to the office. They had become close over the past months, and even closer after the past few days of teasing and groping.

As the summer wore on, Anna wore shorts and sandals to the office more often than not. She even sometimes kicked her sandals off when she was at the typesetter or the counter that doubled as her desk. And most times when it was only the two of them in the office, he played with her butt when she took messages. His desire for her was growing, and even though he loved feeling her butt softly pushing into his hands, he needed more.

One afternoon when she was barefoot at her desk taking a message, he approached her like he usually did. But instead of feeling her butt, he grasped her hips and pulled her tight against the bulge in his jeans. Again, he was wondering if he was crossing a forbidden line, but her past responses lead him to believe this would be welcome, or at least tolerated. Again, he felt her body push against his, but then she stood up and turned to face him. She quickly looked up at him with that smile as she pushed her hips against his.

"No need to ask if you enjoyed that," she said coyly. "I could tell that right away. Was that because of me?"

Her face was oh-so-close to his, and for a moment he thought of kissing her. But either to avoid the situation, or to enhance the tease, she side-stepped away from him and put the message on the message board.

"Would I get in trouble if I said it was because of you?" he asked, not sure how to respond with any answer she might provide.

"Have I ever gotten mad at you?" she asked. "It's not like I'm going to start today. I think you're pretty harmless."

"Harmless?" he asked with excited exasperation. "That was harmless, me rubbing my... uhhhhhh... 'junk' against you? You consider that harmless?"

"I thought that just got you excited for Lisa," she said, referring to his girlfriend.

"Maybe for a while," he answered more calmly. "But, DANG I think about it all the time... uhhh... and it felt SOOO good... ahhhhhh... and I think I really need that cold shower now!"

"Well, I have to admit," she answered, still smiling like nothing was wrong. "I might need one of those myself. You kinda surprised me there."

"Oh, GREAT!" Mark answered. "Now I have to think about you taking a cold shower while I take one. This is going to be a hard, hard night!"

"Ohhh, did I say 'cold' shower?" she teased as she again got very close to him. "I'm going to take a hot shower, or maybe a bubble bath... with lots and lots of soap to rub all over my body, over and over... and when I'm done I'm going to be SO clean and SO relaxed..."

Mark watched her mouth, her eyes, her smile, the way her body moved, as she approached him. He had always been the pursuer while she innocently went about her daily tasks. But was she now seducing him with her hot, sexy story and nearness of her body? As she inferred touching herself in a warm, soapy bath, their bodies were almost touching. She stopped and looked up into his eyes while mischief and intrigue filled her own.

Mark was unsure what to do now. Normally, when a girl was this close to him, it was a girlfriend or a date, and this was a part of the intimate game that led to hot, satisfying sexual interaction. But this was the office, and his opponent was an older, married coworker. This was a new, unfamiliar game for him. He had started the game when he first played with her butt, but now she had made the next move.

He looked back into her eyes, trying to match her playfulness, but also adding a hint of boldness. He embraced, one hand in the small of her back, the other grasping her gorgeous ass. He pulled her body tightly against his own, his lips brushed against her ear.

"While you're in that bath enjoying rubbing soap on your sexy, naked body, think about this..."

He pushed his hardness against her, his one hand tightly squeezing her ass while also pulling her hips against his.

"... because I promise I will be thinking of you, naked, in that bath."

He held her tight for a second longer, memorizing how her body felt against his. Then he released her, grabbed his keys, and headed to the parking lot.

"OK," she muttered as she watched him leave.

...

On Monday, Mark, Anna, and the others showed up to the office at their regular times. There was the typical, Monday chatter, coffee, and discussions on what needed to be done for the week. It was almost 10:00 before they were alone to discuss what happened Friday afternoon.

"Did you take that cold shower?" she asked him.

"No, I took your advice and enjoyed a nice, looooong hot shower with lots of soap, the excellent visuals you gave me, and a very intense ending," he said with a satisfied smile. "Did you take a bath, or were you just torturing me?"

"I did, and it was everything I hoped it would be. Most relaxing evening I've had in a long time."

"Did you think about what I suggested?" he asked.

"I did..." she answered with a naughty smirk. "That's probably why it was so enjoyable."

She didn't tell him that he had left her so flustered that she took multiple baths over the weekend, and she treated her body to multiple, well-deserved relief sessions.

"Are we going to keep doing this? Teasing each other then sneaking off home for relief?" he asked.

"What else could we do?" she asked.

"You know, help relieve each other instead of ourselves."

"But I'm married, and you have a girlfriend. And your closer in age to my sons than my husband, and I'm barely younger that your mom."

"People have sex all the time without being married," he said. "I haven't been married to anyone I've had sex with."

"But I've only had sex with my husband," she answered.

She didn't want to tell him that she hated having sex with Dave now. She occasionally gave in to him to keep peace at home, but the fantasies she had in the bathtub this weekend were of him and the most enjoyable she'd had in many years.

"So what now?" he asked. "Do I keep coming up behind you, sneaking a feel, and thinking about you when I'm alone at night?"

"I'm OK with that - it doesn't bother me at all," she answered with more than a hint of teasing. "I might actually enjoy it."

"As long as it doesn't bother you..." he muttered as he fought back his desire to grab her and do so much more. "But I'm pretty sure we're going to have an affair someday."

...

As the summer got warmer, Anna wore her signature shorts and sandals most days. Some Friday's she would go home for lunch and change in to one of her tennis outfits for their matches that afternoon. But the office was also busier, and their opportunities for flirting went from one or two per day to just a few each week. Still, every time he would come up behind her and caress her butt, or press the bulge in his jeans into her, she would push back, and suggestively move against him. It was torture in that it was brief, blissful, physical contact with the object of his lust, but also the hint of so much more physical satisfaction available to them.

One Friday Mark's family was out of town, and only he and Anna were watching the small building for the day. The press operators and book builders were working in the big building but only came down if there was a serious problem. Anna changed in to her tennis outfit at lunch, and Mark couldn't help but watch her any time she was out of her seat. When she put a binder back on the high shelf she gotten it from, Mark nearly lost it when her tennis skirt rose up revealing the tight-fitting bottoms. He walked up behind her, grasped her hips, and pulled her ass hard against his bulge. As had become common, she melted into his body, pressing her butt hard against his erection. As she ground against him, his hands moved up her hips, around to her stomach, and up her chest. For the first time, he cupped her breasts, squeezing them as she pushed her bottom against him.

"That's kinda bold," she whispered, making no effort to pull away.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered in her ear before kissing her neck.

Her neck welcomed his lips like her back welcomed his front. She needed his desire and wanted desperately to give him everything he wanted - only the fear of being caught prevented her from offering it to him.

"I will when I want you to stop," she teased. "But don't wrinkle my top. I don't want the people at the club knowing I've been groped before my match."

She placed her hands over his, pulling them harder onto her breasts, longing for him to do even more, softly whimpering as her desire increased. She felt a tingling between her legs, and for a moment she felt she could cum with just a little more attention from him. She desperately wanted to -- Dave hadn't worried if she had an orgasm in many years -- but as horny as she was, she would probably have a wet spot on her tennis outfit. She needed to make a quick escape before she promised more than she could give him that day. She reluctantly released his hands and turned to face him, their bodies still pressed together.

"Think of me," she whispered as she quickly kissed him on the lips. She pulled her hips back from his just enough for her hand to reach between them, quickly grasped his bulge, and squeezed it.

Mark thought he heard a soft sigh as she turned and raced out the door. He wanted to tell her 'thanks for touching him', or 'you know I'll be thinking of you', but no spur-of-the-moment comment he could come up with met the sensuality of that moment. He knew he had to jack off as soon as possible, to feel the relief of his own hand where hers had finally, briefly touched. Then he would fuck Lisa HARD that night, with the lights off, so in the darkness he could imagine it was the older coworker's 36-year-old body he was enjoying instead of his girlfriend's 18-year-old body that he had so many times.

...

Mark got to the office earlier than normal Monday. He needed to see Anna, to see if she mentioned what happened between them Friday, and to see if anything new would happen today. In his imagination she would come in and grab him by the hand and take him some place they could be alone.

She normally arrived a few minutes before 8, but today at 8:03 she still wasn't there. His imagination went the other direction, now imagining Dave knew she had rubbed his bulge and had moved her far away. But at 8:05 she finally showed up, her usual smile, bright blue eyes, and hot-mom attire. He was a little surprised when instead of offering herself to him, she put her purse on the top of her cabinet instead.

It was after 9:30 before they were alone in the office for the first time.

"Did you?" she asked softly. "You know... think of me?"

"I definitely did!" he said, relieved that she had brought it up. "More than once."

He didn't tell her it was 7 times in three day, plus two more if you count the ones with Lisa.

"Would it bother you if I said I did too?" she asked.

"You thought of yourself?" he asked teasingly.

"No! Uhhhh, well I guess I did think of myself, but only as person enjoying the pleasure she was getting from someone else."

"Please tell me I was the someone else," he pleaded.

"You were..." she answered, her smile bigger than normal. "And more than once, too."

There was a moment of silence as they both thought of what they had just discussed. But Mark knew their alone time would end, probably in less than two minutes.

"SO..." he asked, hoping she would have some idea of what they could do next. "... what's next?"

"I don't know," she said, her smile fading from what it had been a few seconds earlier.

"I want to do more -- SO MUCH more. But I can't risk getting caught. In this small town I'd get stoned -- and not in a good way -- if we were caught. Are you OK with what'd we've been doing for a while longer until I have some idea what's next?"

...

For the next month, Anna and Mark continued doing what they had been doing. Each time they got comfortable with one step of their illicit adventure, one of them escalated a little more. One warm day Anna wore a dressy tank top, too short to tuck in and showing more skin than Mark was used to. Any time she raised her hands he saw skin he wasn't used to seeing. She waited until it was just the two of them to get her binder off the top shelf. When she stretched to get it, her top rode even higher, and for a moment her full stomach was exposed. Mark walked up behind her, reached around her stomach but under her top, and again cupped her boobs. He felt the delicate material of her bra, and the tips of his fingers felt the warm, smooth skin of the tops of her boobs. As always happened, he was fully erect as he felt her body, and his erection pushed against her butt, longing to rip through fabric and feel the smoothness of her skin.

"I thought you'd like this top," she whispered as she put her hand over his, urging him to touch her.

Usually, Mark touched her for a second or two, but today Anna didn't pull away, and Mark didn't want to. He squeezed her boobs for 15, maybe 20, seconds while pushing his erection into her butt over and over, mimicking the motion he would use if they were finally together. She softly moaned, imagining he was inside her, making her feel like she hadn't felt in too many years. She wanted to take one of his hands and put it between her legs so she could get one step closer to feeling like she needed to feel. But both of their internal clocks were reaching the point where they knew the others would return, and they reluctantly released each other

She turned to face him and buried her face in his chest. She wanted to look up into his eyes with a look that told him she wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her. And then she wanted to give herself to him, to finally let their bodies come together and touch and explore and satisfy. But she also wanted to be 22 again and free to do it as many times as they both desired...

But she wasn't, and once she did give in, she would have to enjoy the moment... then eventually return to being a 36-year-old mom and wife and country club member. So she quickly kissed him, and placed her hand on the bulge in his jeans, and let her hand linger a little longer than the last time... imagining the pleasure it would soon bring her.

...

"I've got to head out," Anna said as she grabbed her purse. "I have an appointment at 6:00 I need to get ready for. You might want these later."

She knew Mark liked Cracker Jacks and handed him a box before she left. He was surprised to get his favorite snack from her, but even more surprised that it already had a torn wrapper. He opened the box and saw it was full of carmel popcorn, peanuts, and a very exciting prize. It was a key to a room at a hotel in the city.

'Holy crap!' he thought as he quickly looked at the key, then slid if back in the box to be safely hidden. 'Finally!!'

He raced home to shower and get ready for the night he dreamed about for almost 10 months.

...

Mark excitedly held the key as he walked down the seventh-floor hallway looking at each number. When he found the room Anna had reserved, he unlocked the door and pushed it open. They had never talked about the logistics to their affair -- only that they would someday be together when there was the least amount of risk. He assumed Anna would be there, waiting, but everything else was still a mystery. When he pushed the door open, she was standing by the window, drinking a glass of wine. She was wearing shorts he'd never seen before, shorter, exposing more of her beautiful legs and oh-so-close to her amazing ass he couldn't keep his hands off of. Her top was also new, at least to him, and was somehow innocent and sexy at the same time. The straps hung on her shoulders then plunged between her boobs enough to be tempting but leaving enough to his imagination to make him want to explore under it. But best of all, she was bare footed, her sandals near the bed. She was the sexy mom that had tempted him for so long, but now sexier than any girl his own age he lusted after.

She walked to the dresser, grabbed a second glass of wine, and handed it to Mark.

"Hey! Glad you could make it," she said.

He sipped his wine before answering her.

"When the sexiest woman I know gives me a key to a hotel room, I'm definitely going to show up," he answered excitedly.

"A key to a hotel room AND a box of Cracker Jacks," she replied with a smile.

"Yes, thanks for those -- I loved them. And the prize was the best EVER!"

Mark downed his glass of wine and poured another. As much as he had wanted Anna over the past many months, now that it was about to happen, he was nervous. He had played with her boobs for a moment at the office earlier, but that was knowing it was hot and fast, soon to be interrupted when someone came down to the small building. There would be no interruptions tonight.

"Dave took the boys to his parents for the week. They always go up for a few days before school starts back. He won't be home until tomorrow afternoon."

"I told Lisa I'm going to visit my old roommate to watch the game tomorrow. So she's going to visit her friend Tracy and will be back Sunday."

That was the only time either of them mentioned their significant other's.

Mark tried to think of other small-talk topics, but all he really wanted to do was get Anna naked. He'd imagined it in the office many times, in the shower many more, and while laying in bed at night more times than he could count. He was ready to give his imagination a break and finally experience her reality.

He walked toward her, looking for any signs of possible regret. But her smile was as bright, and open, and willing, as any day at the office. When he was face to face with her, again looking down into her blue eyes, he undid the snaps to her shorts. He wanted to really kiss her, to finally taste her lips, to let his tongue mingle with hers and taste her intimacy. But the connection they were making as they looked into each other's eyes was nearly as delicious. As he slowly unzipped her shorts, she took a deep breath, but still, she looked into his eyes. When they were unsnapped, and unzipped, he thought of pushing them over her hips, down her legs. But for months he felt her perfect butt through denim, and through her tennis skirt, and through shorts, and he had imagined how it would feel bare against his hands. He pulled her tight against him, her 5' 5" body nestled tightly against his 6' 2" frame. His hands started in the small of her back but followed the curvature down until they were inside the loosened waistband of her shorts. He went slowly, softly, teasingly under the elastic of her panties, until he finally felt the nakedness of her skin in his hands. She melted into him, their bodies pressing against each other, finally fulfilling the promise of the months of teasing.

Her denim-covered butt had been the first step of his adventure to know her physically, and it was only appropriate that caressing her naked rear was the first step to getting her out of her clothes. As he used that bare bottom to pull her body hard against his, he finally kissed her. Their lips came together, soft, and warm, and promising. He let his tongue gently push against her lips, tasting her previously-forbidden essence. Her lips parted, too, and her tongue met his, welcoming it into the warmth of her mouth. Their tongues danced together reveling in the newness and excitement of the moment, and the longer the dance lasted, the more intense the passion became.

The initial feel of her body was beyond any fantasy of her he had imagined over the months, but he was now ready to see all of her. He grasped the bottom of her top, and pulled it upward. He slowly exposed more skin he had never seen before, then the white material of her bra, then her shoulders. He laid her top on the bed and again looked into her eyes, briefly pausing the unwrapping of her gift to him, to give her one last opportunity to change her mind. She never objected, and the look on her face told him she was as ready for him as he was for her. He unsnapped her bra and slid it down her shoulders releasing its precious content for him to see, then touch, then suck. As his tongue and lips danced across her nipples, her head tilted back and she moaned.

When he felt neither of them could wait a moment longer, reached for the waist band on her shorts. With a flip of his hands, they fell quickly to her feet. He looked down to see the mature woman he'd lusted after for close to a year standing before him in only a pair of white, cotton panties.

"God, you're stunning," he whispered while studying her near-nakedness.

"For an old woman?" she replied.

"For a woman," he answered, still taking in every detail of her. "For a woman I've wanted and fantasized about for so many months. For a woman who stars in my fantasies every night."

As his desire built, he ripped off his shirt, then took her hands and placed them on the snaps to his own shorts.

"Take them off," he begged.

Anna unsnapped his shorts, pushed them down his hips, and worked them past his erection. Freed from the confines of the heavier material, his manhood pushed toward her, ready to be freed and used for her pleasure.

"Keep going," he told her.

She grasped the elastic to his boxers and pulled downward, making sure to pull it past his throbbing erection. Once it was freed, she took it in her hand and softly stroked it. Now Mark's head tilted back, and the pleasure of her touch was overpowering as he moaned. He was finally able to recover from the initial shock and look down into her blue eyes.

"Are you going to put this inside me?" she asked with the same mischievous grin she used when teasing him in the office.

"Yeah, over and over, and over... then again and again," he teased. "I hope you don't have any other plans tonight."

"I don't - we've got all night," she answered. "I hope you can keep up with me..."

Mark pulled back the covers, then lowered her to the bed before joining her. Now that they were mostly naked, together, and finally in bed, he couldn't decide if he wanted to look into her blue eyes, or look at every inch of her body. As his hands followed every contour, every curve, every tantalizing detail, his eyes studied that same bit, adoring it, committing it to memory. He desperately wanted to be inside her, the feel the warmth of her pussy welcoming his erection inside her, but he knew once he experienced that pleasure, he would not be able to pull out until he was spent. Instead, he continued caressing her, and suckling her, and tasting her, trying his best to give her pleasure even a fraction as intense as she was giving him.

When Mark's lips finally found their way to Anna's nipples, electricity raced through her body. The teasing had been intense for weeks, and each time he touched her, she wondered if he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. When he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her hard against his erection, she thought they had finally crossed that final obstacle to physical bliss. But every time one of them made the next move, they knew their time to experience each other would be brief. She wanted to tell him it was okay, and that she wanted him, too. But she couldn't until there was no risk to her family and her standing in the community that was the small town. Instead, she enjoyed the moment, then when alone at night she reacquainted herself with the satisfaction of her own touch -- something she hadn't done in years -- to fulfill the desires she hoped he would soon fulfill.

Mark's hand traced a patch down her stomach, and he looked one-last time at her white panties. He loved the way she looked now -- tan, slim, and mostly naked but with the last, small remnant of intrigue being simple, white panties. They weren't sexy or overly revealing -- just small, delicate, and somewhat innocent. He wondered why he didn't take them off before he placed her in the bed, but then he let that pass and traced a slow, sensual path down the white material.

Anna opened her legs to him, and he continued to stare into her eyes while he moved his hand further down, feeling the soft material covering the hair between her legs, then the fold of her womanhood. When he approached her clitoris, her hips pushed forward, eager for him to finally feel how much she wanted him, to feel his touch for the first of many times that evening. When he brushed against her clitoris, she moaned and pushed her body harder against his hand, begging him to do more.

So he did - he went deeper between her legs, and there was wetness on the soft material, and more moans. Her hips pushed harder against his touch, begging him for even more. Mark rubbed the soft wet material, teasing her, pushing it against her pussy, soaking it in her wetness. When her moaning and thrusting told him she was past more teasing, he slid his hand inside her panties, and her breathing became deeper and faster... and when she couldn't wait any longer, she grabbed his hand and pulled harder against her pussy... begging... pleading with him to give her what she needed. His fingertip slowly followed the contours of her body downward into the warmth until her wetness could no longer be ignored... and then, with a gentle push, he was finally inside her.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhh goooooooodddddddd..." she moaned as he pushed deep into her womanhood.

He reached deep inside her, and the farther he went in the louder she moaned. He swirled his finger inside, mildly surprised at her tightness, but even more amazed at how wet she was.

"Oh fuck, yeah, that feels soooo good," she moaned.

He loved the look of pleasure that spread across her face as he fingered her. Her hips rocked harder, and harder, and her breathing more intense, and the sounds she made begged him for more.

"I want to taste you," he said as he watched the pleasure envelope her.

"That's good, because I want you to eat my pussy," she teased back. "And while you're down there I need you to make me cum!"

Mark reluctantly removed his finger and moved between her legs, grabbed the elastic tp her panties, and removed them. He held them to his face, breathing in the scent of her womanhood while the wet material grazed his lips, giving him the faintest taste of what he would soon experience.

"I hope these weren't your favorite pair. I'm going to keep them as a souvenir," he said as he tossed them to the side table.

Her tanned stomach and legs highlighted the pale skin between them, and that made the triangle of dark hair between her legs even more noticeable. It was neatly trimmed and thin enough he could see her womanhood peeking through, enticing him. While he imagined how she would taste, she lifted her knees up and spread her legs, tilting her pussy toward him. There she was, available, and waiting for him to explore all the fantasies he had dreamed of since first seeing her. There was no more teasing -- he grabbed her hips and pulled her womanhood hard against his mouth, forcing his tongue deep inside her.

"Ooohhhhhh yeah..." she softly purred as his tongue went deep inside her. "... I love how that feels."

Anna grabbed Mark's head and pulled him hard against her pussy while he used her hips to pull her body tight against his mouth. Her knees were in the air, here feet on either side of his head, her hips moving to the rhythm of his probing tongue.

"Oh fuck, that feels amazing..." she moaned. "I forgot how much I love having someone go down on me. It's been so long..."

Mark thought of responding, but that would have taken away from his main objective of giving Anna as much pleasure as possible. But as he sucked and nibbled on her clitoris, he wondered why Dave would not want to eat her pussy. She tasted amazing, and the way her body moved as she received pleasure was beyond erotic. He could imagine being right there, doing that to her, for days, or weeks, or at as long as she would let him.

As Anna's moans intensified, his tongue probed deep inside her body, her taste building a fire inside him. While her body continued rocking in joyous pleasure, he slowly licked her from the bottom to the top of her pussy. Her hips pulsated forward and back, dancing, seducing, begging him for more while the pleasure continued to build and her moans became louder.

"Oh god, Mark -- you're going to make me cum!" she moaned.

Mark continued licking, and nibbling, and sucking her pussy, and her moans got louder at the same time her movements more intense. In just minutes, he was having a hard time keeping his mouth attached to her. When the pleasure was too intense to hold back, Anna put her feet on the bed and used her legs to lift her hips into the air.

"I'm cumming!" she screamed.

She pulled his mouth tight against her wetness, squeezing every ounce of pleasure out of her current orgasm.

"Oh god... Ohhhh god... I'm cumming... oh fuck... oh yeah... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Her moans eventually ran together, one long, loud, unintelligible scream imploring him to keep doing everything he was doing. Finally, her orgasm peeked, her body stiffened, and it finally released the last of its sexual energy. Her screams softened, then stopped as she collapsed on the bed.

Anna released Mark's head and coaxed him up her body. When he was over her, he laid his naked body on hers, and she violently kissed him. She forced her tongue into his mouth, kissing him and licking own taste off his face.

"God, you eat pussy so well!" she excitedly told him. "That orgasm was beyond incredible!" She kissed him again, and while their tongues fought to be together, Mark raised his hips. Anna took his hardness in her hand and guided it to her wet opening. With a thrust of his hips, he was finally inside her.

"Oh my god, I didn't think anything could feel any better, and now it does," she moaned as she pushed her hips into his, begging him to fuck her. "I can't believe we're finally doing this."

Mark slowly pushed his erection in and out of Anna's wetness. Each time he pulled out, her hips pressed down, ready to receive him. When he pushed back in, her hips pushed forward, receiving him into her womanhood.

"Ohhh... oh yeah... oooohhhhhh... fuck yeah... like that... oooohhhh... don't stop... fuck me... FUCK ME!" she moaned each time he went deep inside her.

Mark did as she pleaded -- pushing his hard dick inside her again, and again, and again.

She wrapped her arms tight around his back and her legs tight around his. She quickly learned his rhythm and matched the movement of her hips to his so that each time he went inside her, he was DEEP inside her. Each time he was fully in, she would whimper and nuzzle into his neck.

"You fuck me so much better than I'm used to being fucked," she whispered.

Then she would kiss him long, and hard, and passionately, playfully biting his lips and sucking his tongue.

"Keep fucking me Mark..." she begged.

She kissed him again, moaning over and over as he filled her with pleasure and passion.

"I love the way you fuck me...".

She bit his neck, sucking hard, leaving marks as her hands clawed his back.

"You make feel so good... you make my pussy feel so fucking good... don't you dare stop fucking me..."

Mark had fucked Lisa a few nights ago, and as always, she made him feel really good and cum really hard. But there was something about the way Anna moved, the way her voice sounded when she begged him to fuck her, the way her pussy welcomed him inside her, the way she smelled when he buried his face in her neck and hair -- this felt more like making love than having sex. He realized Lisa was a receptacle for his sex while Anna was a sexual partner.

He wanted to talk to her, to tell her how she was making him feel, to tell her how amazing she was at sex and how she was making him feel like he'd never felt before. But he felt the tingling between his legs that would quickly build and cause him to release.

"I'm about to cum -- should I pull out?" he pleaded.

"No, don't pull out. You can cum inside me... Please don't stop fucking me... I'm going to cum, too."

Mark was relieved he didn't have to stop, and with newfound energy and passion, he fucked her even harder than a minute before. The sound of his skin slapping against hers became louder and mixed with her moans, then the sound of her wetness taking him in joined in the sexual medley.

"Unnnggggghhhhhhhhhhhh," she screamed as her body could take no more pleasure and finally erupted into orgasm.

"I'm cummingggggggggg!"

Anna's body convulsed and spasmed and twitched as another rapturous orgasm filled her with long-forgotten pleasure. At the same time, Mark felt his body becoming more and more tense, almost unbearable pleasure filling his body until finally, the familiar contraction between his legs, followed by blissful release as the first stream of his cum ejaculated into Anna's body. But he kept thrusting into her, harder and harder, maximizing pleasure for both of them. Another stream of cum released into her, then another and another, and even though his body was sexually spent, he kept fucking her. Her body moved slower, but still seductively, begging him to share a little more pleasure... and their massive orgasm finally subsided into a slow dance of physical connection. He kissed her one last time, this time softly... sweetly... their tongues gently intertwining, tasting each other, as his body collapsed on to hers. Then, there was quiet as they laid motionless, enjoying the satisfaction they had just shared.

Mark was exhausted and could have easily drifted into the peaceful sleep of the sexually satisfied. But he didn't know if he would ever have another night with Anna. As tired as he was, he wanted to be with her as many times as possible, to experience as many sexual fantasies as he could in this one night. He rolled off of her and pulled her close to him, her head on his shoulder.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

"Maybe not tired, but very, VERY content," she whispered. "How about you."

"I hope this isn't too crude, but I've never been fucked like that before. Every part of my body is tired... satisfied and tired... but ready for more."

She appeared very pleased with Mark's 'crude' remark.

"You know I want to do this again sometime," she said as she raised her head off his shoulder. While she looked into his eyes, her hand rubbed his chest and then his stomach. She quickly worked her way to his dick, still partially hard and covered in the results of their first orgasm together. She wrapped her hand around it, unconcerned about the mess. Even though Mark had cum just a few minutes earlier, his manhood still reacted to her hand.

"But it will need to be another time when there is no risk of getting caught. Small towns can be brutal to people who get caught."

She kissed his neck, then his cheek as she stroked his already-hardening dick.

"Yeah, I understand," he moaned as her touch began arousing him. "Can I still sneak a feel at the office?"

"Yeah, we can do that. We just have to be careful there, too. I see most of those people around town. Thanks for being so understanding," she said. "Do you want to get some sleep?"

"Uhhhh... it's not even 8:00 yet, and I haven't been to sleep this early since I was a kid. Also, you're naked and in the same bed as me. I don't plan on sleeping at all. I want to spend every second of this time talking to you, or looking at you, or touching you -- I can sleep all day tomorrow. Can you roll over?"

Anna rolled off his shoulder and on to her stomach.

"Yeah, just like that..." he said softly.

Mark rolled on to his side and propped his head up on one hand. His other caressed Anna's body noting every detail. He knew that after that night it could be weeks or months before he saw her naked again, and he wanted to commit all of her to memory for the times he had only that and his right hand for release.

"That feels nice," she whispered as his hand rubbed her back.

He continued rubbing her back, waist, and hips, and finally made his way to her butt. He felt its smoothness, then cupped each cheek, and let his fingers run between them.

"This feels nice, too," he said as he explored every bit of the most perfect butt he'd ever seen.

As he continued caressing it, he kissed the small of her back and quickly made his way to the part of her body that had first tempted him. He kissed both cheeks, then ran his tongue between them, downward, ever closer to her pussy. He had eaten pussy many times, but never from the back side, and never after he had cum in it. But the naked woman he was with filled him with new desires and he couldn't resist experiencing all of her.

Anna lifted her hips and spread her legs, welcoming him to enjoy all of her. He looked at her beautiful ass and saw his sperm had flowed out of her pussy into her lowest regions, and he had to taste it. He put his tongue in her pussy and licked up, slowly tasting the two of them together, drinking in their combined sexual fluids. When he had consumed all of it, he followed the drops up, and he tasted the final remnants that had settled there. He cupped her cheeks and spread them, studying her most private area before tasting it, too.

Anna moaned as Mark shared new sensations with her and exposed desires she didn't know she had. She'd had her pussy eaten before, but with Mark it was more intense and extremely satisfying. She'd been fucked before, but in a very utilitarian way that only provided pleasure to one participant. Every sexual act they had share had seemed different and better. But now her young lover was showing her something new -- something she had never experienced but was very pleasurable. As his tongue circled her most private area, lapping up the last of their combined sexual wetness, she was already nearing another orgasm. When his tongue briefly, softly went inside her, she gasped in pleasure.

"Oh my god... oh god... of yeah..." she panted.

Mark continued licking her, and pushed his tongue in a few more times, but the way she moved and smelled and tasted was exciting him yet again. He used her hips to roll her over and quickly spread her legs. When she was on her back, he wasted no time filling her pussy with his tongue.

"Oh yeah... oh yeah..." she moaned.

He pushed his tongue in and out, in and out, then held it deep inside her. She grabbed his head and her hips lifted off the bed.

"Oh fuck... fuck yeah..." she screamed as she started cumming again.

Mark knew he could give her another orgasm in seconds by continuing what he was doing, but he wanted to look at her face when she came this time. He pulled his tongue out and moved quickly up her body.

"Oh god, don't stop!" she cried.

But before she could finish that thought, he put the head of his dick in her wetness and pushed hard inside her.

"Oh fuck... oh yeah..." she squealed as the pleasure returned. "Fuck me, Mark!"

Mark did fuck her -- hard, intense, and passionately. Their bodies melted together, and he used newfound energy to force his erection a little deeper and a little harder than the time before. And when he felt her getting tense, he watched at her gorgeous mom face as she came again, committing that sensual image to memory.

When Anna finished cumming, he slowed his rhythm, and for the first time that night they slowly, softly brought their bodies together, over and over, again and again. Every time he pushed into her, they shared bliss, and every time he pulled out, they shared passion - but there was no rush to cum.

Mark fucked her until he was too tired to move, then rolled her over so she could be on top and fuck him. He watched her face, memorizing every expression she made as she enjoyed different pleasures, and studied the way her body moved as she worked to give each of them as much pleasure as possible. They worked together, fucking, making love, sharing pleasure, forgetting the world they would eventually go back to until they were both too tired and needed a rest. It was after dark when Mark collapsed next to her.

"Did you ever cum again?" she asked.

"Yeah, I did -- a while ago while you were on top. But I didn't want you to stop..."

"I did, too," she said with a very satisfied smile.

"I know," he answered. "Twice -- it's pretty easy to tell when you do."

"So, are you satisfied?" she asked.

"Not even close," he answered. "But if you can't take anymore -- you know, being 36 probably means you can't do it as much as you used to...".

"Don't worry about me," she teased. "I was just concerned it was past your bed time!"

"I have to admit, I've never been fucked like this," he told her. "If we could wake up tomorrow afternoon and do it a few more times, I could use a nap. But since that's not possible, I think we should keep going."

"OK, I definitely agree we need to keep going. Is there anything else you'd like to do?"

"I would love to take a shower with you, rub soap all over your body, then fuck you in the shower, but we might want to do that tomorrow."

"OK, I like that plan. So, what about now?"

Mark knew exactly what he wanted next. For drama, and to tease her the way she often teased him at the office, he got out of bed and walked over to the wine. Anna watched his every step, amazed at how different his 22-year-old body was from her husband's. She was also amazed he was already hard again, and she watched his erection bounce with each step.

"You're already hard again?" she asked teasingly.

"Yeah, but you were playing with it so it's partly your fault. And you're naked, so I guess it's all your fault."

"Well, lucky me," she said as he came back to the bed. "I would definitely like more of that!"

Mark crawled back in bed with her and pulled her naked body against his. His erection pushed against the fur covering her pussy, and as he again kissed her, she ground against his hardness.

"A few weeks ago, you told me you sometimes touched yourself thinking about us being together," he mentioned.

"Yeah, I remember saying that... And I definitely do that," she added with a naughty grin.

"OK, so I want to watch you do it," he said with a naughty smile. "The only thing sexier than knowing a woman plays with herself is watching her do it."

Anna looked a little surprised but was not opposed to his request.

"So, want me to masturbate?" she asked.

"Well... that's one way to put it. Or you might say I want to watch you finger yourself..."

"And if I do... 'finger myself'," she said as she rolled on her back. "You'll fuck me again?"

"As many times as you want..."

Mark again rolled on his side facing Anna, and propped his head on one hand.

"Like this?" she asked as she reached between her legs.

"Oh yeah, just like that," he said as he concentrated on the hand between her legs. "I can't wait to watch you cum..."