The Company Picnic

I know this guy named George. I swear he has to be the luckiest guy I know. Let me tell you a little bit about him. He's pretty average, about 5 '7", dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a few extra pounds that don't show much unless you happened to see him with his shirt off. We're not related (George is my last name, and it's his first name.) I don't know what he's packing in those jeans he likes to wear, but I swear that thing has a good luck charm on it. Let me give you an example...

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The company picnic was announced and everyone began signing up for events and volunteer shifts. Feeling like he should do something different than he had in previous years (cook burgers,) George signed up to operate the dunk tank. While it was assumed that the execs and managers would take a turn in the tank, there was also a growing list of volunteers to fill in when they were not there. Not too many of the ladies volunteered, but there were enough people overall that there would be a crowd to cheer on the people throwing and the people sitting in the "wet-seat." On the last day of signups, George was very surprised to see Judy's name appear in the last 10 minute slot for the day. She worked on the Business side that interfaced with George's team, and they had been friendly for several years. Not really quiet or reserved, but definitely not that outgoing, Judy was an unlikely candidate for the dunk tank. When they happened to be in the same lunch group one day not long after the signups had closed, George engaged her in innocuous conversation on the way back to the office and deliberately walked slower than the rest of the group. Once they were well out of hearing range, he quietly asked her about it.

"So... I see that you signed up for the dunk tank..." he said and left the unsaid question hanging.

"Uh... yeah... I kind of had to," she sounded reluctant.

"Had to?"

"Yeah... I lost a bet," she said and looked a bit embarrassed.

"Do you mind sharing?"

"It was a stupid bet, let's just leave it at that. The loser has to go into the dunk tank, so that's why,"

"Uh huh. That doesn't seem that bad, even for someone like you or me that doesn't normally do those things."

"Well... there was another condition."

"Okay... and I take it that that is what has you not happy about this?"

"Yes." she said, and then they both walked in silence for a minute. "Can I trust you with a secret?"

"We're the only ones out here, and how often do you hear me talking about things other than work unless I'm asked?"

"I don't know, I usually only see you at lunch."

"I am not an office gossip. None of the software team is. We keep to ourselves and only interact when required."

"That's true. You guys even stick to your own little group at the parties."

"Mainly because most people don't understand what we're talking about when we get technical about something... and no, I don't just mean about sci-fi movies and books and tv shows."

"Okay, but you can't tell anyone this. I'd have to kill you if you did."

"Not a peep out of me."

"I can't believe this... I have to wear a bikini in the dunk tank!" she said and immediately turned red.

"Oh! That's going to be the talk of the office very quickly after the picnic!"

"I know! I can't believe I lost the bet, and that I have to wear a bikini!"

"Ok, look... don't dwell on it. Don't go psyching yourself out about it. It's just a thing to do, a box that you have to check off, and then you move on and see who gets trashed at the Halloween party," George said to her, trying to be helpful. They quickly switched subjects since they were about to go into the office building, and the day eventually came to an end.

The next time he saw her at lunch was a week later, and by then, George had an idea for her. He engaged her in conversation again on the walk back from the restaurant and deliberately lagged back so that they could talk. When everyone else was out of hearing, he presented it to her.

"Okay, so this bikini thing. I have an idea for you," he said.

"Okay, I'm open to anything because I really don't want to do it."

"So, follow my line of thinking. A bikini is a two-piece swimsuit, right?" he asked. She nodded. "Well, two-piece swimsuits have been around for more than 100 years. Maybe you should consider an older style?"

"Like how old?"

"I'll leave that up to you, but I seem to remember a big city mayor that lost a similar bet with another big city mayor and did something like what I'm suggesting. It ended quite well for her. Made her look classy in the eyes of the public."

"Huh... okay... I'll look. Thanks!" Judy seemed a bit relieved.

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The day of the picnic came up fast and Judy had not given any indication of what she was planning. The morning of the picnic, George left work early to go help set things up and didn't have a chance to see her and ask. The volunteers were also allowed to go through the food line before everyone else, so he didn't have a chance to see her at all. The events ran pretty much through the whole day, and he knew that she wasn't signed up for any of them, so he wondered if she was going to bail on the whole thing. With the final hour approaching, George dutifully went over to his station at the dunk tank and got things ready. There were a couple of execs signed up to be both barkers and in the tank, so the start was pretty heavily attended.

The CIO started as a barker, and the Director was first up in the tank. George knew from years past that she didn't like this part and was only good for one dunk. Summarily, the three Deputy Directors had the rights of first shot at her, going in seniority order. The first two threw like they had never touched a ball, but number three threw a fastball that would have made Nolan Ryan proud as it slammed into the paddle and the Director went under. Now was where George came into play. He helped the Director out, gave her the towel she had brought, and got the wet seat set up for the next volunteer.

The three Deputies each had their turns, and each went down pretty quickly. This was especially true of the third one as the Director came around the back of the tank where George couldn't see her and before any balls were thrown there was a familiar metallic thunk and in she went. There were cries of "Foul! Foul!" all around but everyone was good natured about it. Her time in the spotlight waning, the Director gave a final proclamation before she departed for the restroom and dry clothes: "Age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill!"

The rest of the volunteers began cycling through and kept George busy. When there was about 15 minutes left to the event, George caught movement out of the corner of his eye and behind the tank. Judy was standing there in a full coverup, motioning for him to be quiet. He ignored her completely and kept on taking care of the other volunteers. In the next 10 minutes the remaining volunteers had all completed their turns and there were only about 10 people left in the crowd. Judy chose this time to make her entrance, somehow having worked her way to the back of the crowd and walking through it to the front of the tank. With a dramatic flair, she removed the coverup and stood there in a Victorian era two piece swimsuit. She got a couple of jeers, but also a couple of hoots before someone, presumably the person she lost the bet to, demanded that she prove that she was wearing a two piece. Judy dutifully showed a narrow strip of her midsection and then walked towards the tank.

"Well done!" George said to her quietly as he helped her in. As a woman of Asian heritage, Judy was barely 5' 1" tall and needed a boost to get up onto the seat. Beyond that, she was lightly padded but still cut a good figure with surprising DDD breasts that were 100% natural and a waistline that was narrow enough to be smaller than her hips, but only by enough to be noticed. George had been quietly drooling over her for years.

With the wet seat now occupied, the final few people took their turns trying to dunk Judy. In the end, it was the person that she lost the bet to that managed to hit the paddle hard enough to send her into the tank. She shrieked even before she hit the water, and then again as she came up and grabbed the side for support. The fun over, the crowd dispersed and George offered to help Judy out of the water.

"Alrighty, ma'am, let's get you out of that cold water."

"Um... let me see if I can do this on my own, and maybe you should turn around."

"Okay... everything all right?"

"Yes and no," Judy was sounding nervous again.

"I don't know how to work with that. What's wrong?"

"Uh... this thing is more sheer than I thought it would be, and it's absolutely clinging to me where I'm not in the water."

"Oh."

"And... um..." she looked around quickly and then said quietly, "... and I don't have anything on under it."

"OH."

"So..."

"Right," George said, and then turned around. Behind his back, Judy tried and tried, splashed several times, and in the end gave in.

"I'll face away from you. If you can help me get onto the seat, I can scoot over from there."

"Ok, just a moment," George said and turned around. Quickly sizing up the situation, he stepped onto the chair that Judy had used to get up onto the bar for the seat as she got in. The seat of the chair was wet, and his shoes were a bit muddy, but this was the only option that he could see. Standing there, his knees unable to bend because they were just below the tank rim, George put his hands under her arms and gave a quick count to three before she jumped and he tried to lift her up. In an ideal world this would have worked flawlessly because both the seat of the chair and his shoes would have been dry. Reality was very different. Judy got about another three inches of height before George's shoes slipped on the wet chair seat, his feet went out from under him, and he went ass over teakettle with a yell into the tank with Judy ahead of him. Judy broke the surface laughing hysterically. George sputtered a bit and then joined in.

"The sound you made when your feet slipped!" Judy managed to get out between fits of laughter.

"It was a serious 'Oh Shit!' moment!" he laughed. It struck him right about then that nobody else was laughing, so he looked around. They were the only ones left at this end of the park, and likely the only ones left from their department. "Hey... I think they all left..." he said as his laughter died down and he turned and stepped up to the side of the tank.

"That's fine because I'm getting cold in here," Judy said as she pressed herself against his back. The two pinpoints of her nipples pressing into his lower back accentuated her statement.

"Okay, let's get us out of this thing," George said as he turned around. Judy kept her grip on him but allowed him to turn. When he was facing her, she looked up at him.

"Thank you, George. I would never have thought of the old bikini thing."

"You're very welcome. I'm glad it worked for you." George said, looking her in the eyes from a few inches above. She stared more, so he stared more. After a minute or so, she raised up on her toes and he bent down to meet her. Her kiss was soft but with cold lips. "That was nice, but we need to get you warm," he said when they separated. George lifted himself up onto the wet seat, then helped her to jump up and sit on his lap as he scooted over to the side. Steadying her as she stretched out to touch the chair was tricky, but he managed it. As she stepped down and off of the chair, and without any warning whatsoever, she smacked the paddle and George went in with a surprised yelp. Judy literally fell on the ground laughing and stayed there as George pulled himself up and out.

"Very funny. Very Funny! Now help me take this thing down so that we can go home." George said as he got to the ground and turned the valve to drain the tank.

"The look on your face..." Judy laughed as she held out her arms for him to help her up. George pulled her directly up and into another kiss. This one lasted longer and tongues got involved. "That's definitely warming me up."

"Me too," George said as he stepped back from her.

"How do I get more?"

"Help me with taking this down and getting it into my truck, then I'm available."

"Can I tempt you with an offer of dry clothes?"

"You have my attention."

"My apartment is just a couple of blocks away from here. I have a washer and dryer."

"I need to drop this thing off over by the old airport by 5 tonight. That anywhere near your place?"

"About a block away. I'll ride with you."

"What about your car?"

"I took a rideshare here."

"Oh. Okay, let's get this done," he said and started directing her in which things to take down first. Judy proved to be an apt pupil, even if she did insist upon kisses as rewards for completed tasks. By the time the whole setup was loaded, their kissing sessions were taking longer than the work. Finally, the load was secured in the bed of his truck, and George helped Judy into the passenger seat. When she was settled and had her coverup on her lap, he closed the door and went around to his side. "Your bikini is drying," he remarked to her as he got behind the wheel.

"Yeah, it is, but there's still a wet spot," she winked at him. The drive to the rental place was short, and dropping off the equipment was almost as short as the drive. With that done, Judy guided him to her apartment complex just down the street. Even though it was at a time before most working people get home, George still had to search a bit to find a spot that he could back his truck into so that it wouldn't be sticking out into the aisle.

After successfully docking the rolling equivalent of a small helicopter carrier, George helped Judy out of the truck, which she repaid with a kiss heavily laden with tongue and groping his package. The walk to her apartment was short and once inside she pulled him directly into the bathroom. "Take everything off and I'll run it through the wash while we get clean and warm," she directed as she opened up a door to reveal the stacked laundry machines. George managed to start unbuttoning his shirt while kicking off his shoes, all before Judy had turned around from the laundry closet. Seeing what he was doing, she stepped over to help.

"Am I not moving fast enough for you?" he smiled as she brushed his hands aside.

"Maybe I want to do this instead of you," she said, looking up at him with pure hunger in her eyes. When she finished and pulled it off of him she ran her fingers over his hairy chest for a moment before stepping back and putting her arms straight up over her head. George needed no further instructions. Being careful not to pull her hair or catch the top of the suit on her boobs, the top of the bikini went straight up and then off in the direction of the laundry closet. Judy started to step towards him but he held her back for a moment to really get a good view of what had been hidden under her work clothes all this time. Her DDD boobs stuck out farther forward than they were wide, and her dark areolas and eraser nipples stuck straight out at him.

"I just had to see what you've been hiding all this time," he said as he pulled her towards him.

"You like?"

"Very much!"

"Good. I like what I see, too. You're not soft and flabby. I like that," she said as she started kissing him again, their bare chests pressed together. As George's hands roamed he noticed that her bottoms were held by elastic. On his next trip down from her shoulder blades to her ass he slipped his hand under the waistband and cupped her bare ass cheeks.

"Cute little ass you've got. When do I get to see it?" he said to her as he moved from kissing her to nibbling her ear, carefully avoiding the little gold studs in her earlobes.

"You first, mister," she said as she pulled back and started working on his pants. He brushed her hands away and managed it faster than she would have, then started working the still damp jeans down his legs. Wet denim tends to stick to flesh and be harder to remove, and in the end it took both of them to get the wet pants off of him. She took his wet socks as well, which was for the better anyway. This left him sitting on her bathroom vinyl in just his wet undies. She looked at him quizzically for a moment. "Those aren't 'tighty-whities'!"

"Nope, these are bamboo boxer-briefs. Softer, cooler, more comfortable."

"Huh. I wonder how fast they come off..." she said as she got down onto the floor and reached for them. He lifted his butt off of the floor to help and in a flash he was naked and on her floor, sitting up to look at her. She smiled and stepped up to him, straddling his legs and putting her crotch directly into his face. "Want to taste?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied and summarily pulled down her bottoms. Shaved perfectly smooth and glistening with arousal, her pussy was finally bared to him. George cupped her ass cheeks again and pulled her towards him, stopping just as his nose touched her mons. She smelled clean and highly aroused. When he gave an experimental lick she moaned a little and spread her legs a bit more for him before grabbing his head from behind and gently pushing his face into her. Her pussy lips opened a bit more and his tongue could feel the nub of her clit as he began to lick her in earnest. This caused her to moan more and press his face into her more. After a couple of minutes of licking she had something to tell him.

"Oh God... there's something that I need to tell you!" she half-moaned as she started fucking his face.

"Uhs at?" he replied from within the folds of her pussy lips.

"I squirt, and I need to cum!"

"En um or e!" he told her as he latched onto her clit. She gave a moan that started getting higher and higher in pitch as she began to shake. Then there was liquid squirting out of her and onto his chin and chest for a moment before she grunted and sat down quickly.

"Oh God... let me rest a sec and then we'll take care of you," she said, collapsing against him.

"No worries. I'm just glad that we're not on carpet."

"Sweet of you, but this isn't my first rodeo," she said from her position resting against his chest.

"No, I wouldn't imagine so."

"I don't do that all the time, but I can usually tell when it's gonna happen. Let's get into the shower, it's cold out here," she said as she began to disentangle herself from him. A minute later there was a towel on the floor to soak up her ejaculate and she was stroking his cock as they waited for the hot water. The standard tub-over-shower was plenty of room for them to get into the swing of things, and in another minute he sat propped up against the end of the tub and she was leaning over him and applying plenty of tongue to his dick as the water cascaded down her back. As things were just starting to feel really good and George began to move his hips she broke contact and asked him a question. "How adventurous do you feel?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Want to fill my ass with that load?"

"Seriously?"

"Very!" she said as she started standing up. George quickly stood up and traded places with her. Once she was on her back she pulled her legs up to her shoulders, giving him free access to both of her tunnels of pleasure. George opted for a quick dip in the pussy before moving on to her ass.

"Damn this feels good!" he said as he pumped her a few times, "but I think we're gonna need some lube for your ass."

"Right up there," she said, looking at a lone clear container on the integrated shelf.

"Perfect!" he said, grabbing it before pulling his cock out of her pussy. "Some for me..." he said as he rubbed lube all over his dick, "... and some for you..." as he began slathering it all over and around her ass.

"Start with your finger," she said.

"Like this?" he slowly inserted his middle finger into her sphincter, pausing when he felt resistance.

"Yeah... now hold on a minute until I tell you to push..." she said and closed her eyes. He began to feel her outer sphincter clenching his finger tightly, then it spasmed and stopped. "Not yet..." she said and began to clench again. The spasm came a bit sooner this time. "Once more..." she told him, and this time she was barely able to grab him before the spasm hit and her sphincter loosened. "Ok, now easy..."

"Okay..." he said as he pushed in carefully. Sure enough, he was able to slide his finger all the way in. After giving her a minute to adjust he began slowly fucking her with it. As she started making happy noises he got a little more bold and moved it faster.

"Okay, now use your thumb," she told him. George slowly removed his finger, lubed his thumb up, and substituted it as instructed. It went in with surprising ease. "Yeah... that's good..." she cooed. He kept up the fucking motions while he refreshed the lube on his dick with his other hand. "Put some of that lube on my clit," she told him. He provided a generous dollop and then closed the lube bottle and put it down between his legs.

"Are you ready?" he asked while both stroking his dick and fucking her ass with his thumb.

"Yeah. Put your dick in." she said. George shifted a bit and lined things up, then carefully pushed. His dick slid in without much resistance from her sphincters. "Ok, let me get used to that."

"Ok. Feels really good. A little tighter than your pussy, but not too tight."

"I like how you fit in me. Now start fucking me slowly," she said and released her legs to rest against his shoulders. Her hands now free, she used one to tweak her nipples and the other to rub her clit. George started slowly, as instructed, but as she began to make happy noises he sped things up. Between his thrusts and her nipples and clit action, Judy was ready to go pretty quickly. "Come on baby... come on... fill my ass!" George wasn't quite there yet, but he could tell that it wasn't far off.

"Soon... soon..." he huffed as he began pushing harder and harder. Her ass cheeks were absorbing the impact of his hips as he kept at it.

"I can't wait much longer!"

"Oh God... here it comes! Here it comes! Uuuuggghhh!" he cried out as he slammed into her one last time as he began pumping his cum hard and fast into her ass. Her moan started again, building to the high pitch as she started cumming and shaking. Her sphincter clamped down on his cock a couple of times and then a flood of fluid shot out of her and just kept coming. After several seconds it finally stopped as her ass twitched a couple more times and then was still. George's dick was already shrinking and sliding out but he kept his position atop her. Once he finally popped out he shifted to let her lower her legs. When he moved to get up she pulled him back down and clung to him fiercely.

"Don't leave. Not yet. Just hold me. Please," she quietly said into his ear. He managed to put his elbows down on the bottom of the tub and his hands behind her head.

"I'm here, and I won't go until you're ready for me to leave. That's not how I am. You're okay, you're safe," he said softly to her. She tucked her lower legs around his and they just stayed there for a couple of minutes. He waited for her to start to unclench from him.

"Thank you. That means a lot. I think we can get up now. The water is starting to cool down," she kissed him on the cheek and loosed her grip. He helped her up, adjusted the water temperature, and reached for the bar of soap. She patiently let him wash her and help rinse her, hair and all, and complimented him on how careful he was around her sensitive areas. She returned the favor after she rinsed the conditioner from her hair, paying particular attention to his tender areas and making sure that he was rinsed clean before turning off the water. They stood together for a minute just kissing gently before the cold from the room began to seep in. She gave a brief "Brrr!" and grabbed towels for them. When they were dry and wrapped in robes, and once their combined laundry was in the wash, she pulled him to the couch and offered a beer, which he gladly accepted.

"Can we order some food for dinner?" he asked as he opened the bottle. "Beer on an empty stomach when I'm hungry gets me buzzed enough to not want to drive if I have more than a couple."

"I'm glad I'm not the only one that's hungry! What do you want?"

"Whatever you order is fine with me. I'll eat most anything."

"Thai food?"

"Sure. Pad Se Ew with chicken, medium heat."

"Your default order at a new place, huh? Okay..." she tapped at her phone for a minute. "Got it. Are you good with beer or do you want something else?"

"Beer is fine. Oh, if they have Sticky Rice with Mangoes we could split it and have a nice dessert."

"I don't see it, so the mangoes are probably out of season. Sorry."

"Ah well, that's the way it goes."

"Order placed, should be here in about thirty minutes."

"Cool. How much do I owe you?"

"My treat. You buzzed me up so good in the shower that I feel like I owe you something."

"Yeah... about that..."

"Between the heat of the shower and an exceptionally strong orgasm I was still euphoric and feeling weak and shaky and vulnerable. I couldn't have stood up if I wanted to. I'm sorry if I scared you."

"No apologies needed. It's not often that I get to be Greek."

"Be what? Greek?"

"Yeah. It's a euphemism for anal sex. You've never heard that?"

"Nope. Innocent little Thai girl, that's me."

"Well now you know," he smiled at her and they fell silent for a couple of minutes just nursing their beer. When his was about half gone, George looked up at her and asked, "I've known you for what... seven years?"

"About that. I've been with the State for eight, soon to be nine. Why?"

"Today has been a bit of a surprise and I was wondering what brought it on, that's all."

"Are you complaining?"

"Not a bit! Just curious because you've never been more than someone I sometimes see in meetings and often are part of the group at lunch, but today... wow..."

"Well, you helped me out a lot with the bikini idea, and that was why I hugged you in the dunk tank. But I'm ovulating today, and that hug was all it took for me to be suddenly very turned on and wanting more. At the same time, I'm not ready to get pregnant, and we're not dating let alone married, and I don't have any condoms, so you got a rare treat."

"Okay, that explains a lot. I'm guessing that you don't normally grab just any guy off of the street."

"No, normally my toys and I have a very good relationship around this time of the month."

"I see. Hmm... I think that I have a condom in my truck."

"If you do then we can do it again, but this time in my bed and not quite as wild. That way I won't squirt."

"Deal. I'll check after dinner when my clothes are dry."

"Okay. But until then I'm enjoying talking to you. We don't get to talk much at lunch."

"No, we don't. And when I'm in a group like that I am a pretty private guy with my personal life. I'll talk about work stuff and hobbies, and sometimes about my house or stuff like that, but relationship stuff like some of them do... nope, no thank you. I keep that stuff close to the vest."

"All I know is that you're single and have been since I've known you."

"That's all that anybody at work knows. I'm single, but it isn't for lack of trying to find someone. I'm not on any of the apps, though. I'd rather meet someone the old fashioned way."

"How old are you?" she asked with a concerned look on her face. He told her and then quickly followed it up with his feelings on the matter.

"Age is just a number as far as I am concerned. If there isn't a connection then it doesn't matter if she's ten years younger or older than me because it just isn't going to work. There are other factors too, but age is rarely a determining one."

"Like what?" she asked, stretching out her legs a bit. This put her feet into his lap, so he picked one up and began to rub and caress it gently. She quickly pulled it back. "Sorry, but my feet are really ticklish."

"No, it's my fault. I should have asked first. Please accept my apologies," George said to her, looking and feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's not your fault, I put them into your lap. No apologies needed," she smiled at him. The delivery driver chose this moment to knock on the door and she jumped up to answer it. She spoke a few words to the person in another language, before shutting the door.

"I didn't know that you spoke another language."

"Yep, I'm fluent in Thai because of my parents. The delivery person was my cousin and the food is from my parent's restaurant on the other side of the airport."

"Oh really? You're not going to get in any trouble because of me being here are you?"

"Not from him. I keep his secrets, he keeps mine. Our parents are none the wiser," she said as she got utensils for them and he put the containers on the table.

"This looks and smells great! Thank you again for dinner!" he smiled as they opened up their containers and began to eat. Dinner conversation ebbed and flowed as each took turns listening and chewing while the other talked. While they were eating the washing machine chimed and Judy got up to move things to the dryer. When they were done eating she produced a large chocolate chip cookie from one of the stores near their office and they split that for dessert. Feeling a bit frisky again, George took some melted chocolate chip from his fingers, opened her robe, spread it on a nipple, and then set about licking it clean. Judy caught on quickly and added some from her fingers to the other nipple.

"You missed some," she said as he proclaimed the first one clean.

"I see that..." he said as he moved to clean the other one as well. By now she was pushing her chest into him as he swirled his tongue around her nipple to ensure that it was clean. The dryer chimed that their laundry was done and he said, "Maybe I should go get that condom now."

"As much as I don't want you to stop what you're doing, I think that's a really good idea." They managed to separate and head to the laundry machines, and she managed to not fondle him while he was getting dressed. George skipped his socks and just slid his bare feet into his shoes for the brief trip out. "I'll meet you in bed." she said as she kissed him at the door.

It took an effort, but George managed to not run to his truck. The condom was exactly where he remembered putting it, and soon enough he was locking the truck and walking back to her apartment, again with effort not to run. He let himself in, locked the door behind him, and began shedding clothes on the way to the bedroom, starting with his shoes at the door. By the time he reached her bedside he was pulling off his underwear. She pulled back the covers and he slid in after putting the condom on the nightstand.

At first they just laid on their sides facing each other, gently kissing and nuzzling, deliberately trying to keep a more mellow pace. He made a return visit to her nipples, pairing it with caressing her ass cheeks carefully. Eventually she pulled him back up for more kisses and put her leg over his to pull him closer. It didn't take long for her to reach down and put his cock between her legs for them to grind on each other with a bit more intensity. He could feel her wetness growing, and feel her clit getting harder.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered to her.

"This," she said and shifted them so that she was on top. From this position George was able to concentrate on her nipples. She lifted up a bit and put his cock down against his stomach and rubbed on it. Still, neither was in a particular hurry. It was only when her legs began to get sore that Judy finally said to him, "Maybe you should put that condom on now."

"I'm not that close yet, and the condom will slow things down for me. Maybe we start bareback and then shift to the condom when I'm farther along?"

"Can I trust you?"

"You trusted me to fuck your ass and not hurt you, and I held you and kept you safe when you needed it. Your call," he said and then went back to lavishing attention on a breast. She rubbed against him for another minute or two and then lifted up and put him at the entrance to her pussy. There she paused and waited to see how he would react. George kept at the boob in front of him, making no visible notice of the change. She slowly started sinking down on him, having to concentrate now on keeping the easy pace that they had. When she had her clit against him again and rubbing it gently, George moved his hands to her hips and went back to kissing her for a moment. "This feels even better now because we're not fucking like a couple of rabbits."

"You don't know what it's taking to not have you flip me over and pound me, but that'd make me squirt, and that's not what we're aiming for."

"Patience, patience. Good orgasms come to those who wait," he smiled up at her and then began to move her hips in longer strokes on his dick, going almost all the way out and then all the way back in.

"You're not helping with that," she said, closing her eyes and letting him do the work. It wasn't long before he had increased the pace and she was beginning to show signs of an impending orgasm.

"Grab that condom. It's almost time to finish this," he said as he stopped moving her hips. She leaned over to get it, taking advantage of the angle to make his dick slide out of her pussy. As she sat back and began to tear the package open she gave his cock a look.

"I think that we need to clean that up a bit," she said and took him into her mouth and began licking her juices off of him. With that done, she carefully rolled the condom down and into place, then moved to mount him again.

"That thing looks dry. What about some lube?" he suggested.

"Probably not a bad idea," she said and reached again for the nightstand, this time opening the drawer and pulling out a tube. A squeeze later there was a small dollop of lube on the tip of the condom. George wasted no time in trying to get back inside of her, and his efforts were rewarded by Judy tossing the tube off to the side of the bed and easing herself back down on him. "Mmmm... that's better... Now where were we?"

"Right about here," he said as he pulled her down for another lengthy kiss while starting her hips moving again, though slower than when they stopped for the condom. That quickly changed as she started adding her own momentum. Soon she was moaning softly and visibly showing restraint.

"Fly with me, George, fly..." she whispered to him from above.

"Oh yeah... keep going... almost there..."

"It needs to be soon... soon..."

"Little longer stroke then... yeah... like that..."

"Cum... cum..." she panted with each breath. George quit rubbing her clit on him and started stroking her instead. Suddenly she was moaning louder and higher and the shaking started again. He could feel her pussy spasming on him. As he pulled almost out for a longer stroke the spasms hit his sensitive spots and he erupted into the condom with a groan. When the shaking and groaning was over she slid down to one side, leaving a leg over him to keep him inside of her. He turned with her and just enjoyed the calm afterglow until their combined heat started building up under the thin blanket.

"I should go clean up before we have a mess on your sheets and a risk that we don't want," he finally said. She agreed and they both got up and went into the bathroom. He carefully pulled the condom off over the toilet and then dropped it into the trash. As he washed his dick off, she sat down on the toilet and began to urinate. George gathered up his clothes quickly and gave her a bit of privacy to finish while he went out into the bedroom and took his time getting dressed, talking to her as he did.

"Is this going to cause problems for us at work?" he asked.

"Kinda late to be thinking about that, but no, it won't for me. This doesn't mean that we're dating, so no worrying about policies."

"Okay. It won't for me either. But... did you want us to be dating?"

"I'm not really looking to be dating right now. Are you?"

"I'm not looking for it, but if it happened I wouldn't argue."

"I know what you mean. Sometimes the good things come when you aren't looking for them." They both were quiet for the remainder of his dressing, and she grabbed a robe and put it on so that she wasn't the only one naked. "Today was really good."

"Yeah, it really was. I appreciate your trusting me."

"I appreciate your not breaking that. Would you want to do it again, maybe next month?"

"If I can buy dinner next time, then yes."

"Deal. Do you care where we meet?"

"Not really. I can come here if you want, or I can give you directions to my place. But for now, I need to get going or you're going to have an overnight guest and we both have to work tomorrow. I have a 45 minute drive home, and the need for sleep is getting stronger."

"Yeah, I need some sleep too."

"See you tomorrow at work? I think we have a meeting at two."

"We do, and yes. See you then," she kissed him briefly before opening the front door and letting him out. George walked to his truck, fired up the big diesel, and headed for the nearest minimart to get a bottle of water and a candybar to help him stay awake on the trip home.

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See what I mean? Talk about luck! Next time I'll tell you about another one of his adventures.