Sweet Lorraine
written by:
Thesandman

Sweet Lorraine

It was the dumbest, and best thing I had ever done, all rolled up into one.

I was thirty at the time, an up and coming office manager, over a small group of employees. Two young men just barely out of high school who mostly ran errands and did all the heavy lifting. There were also three other women in the office, two young girls, one married, one single and very flirtatious. There was also another woman, closer to my age who basically acted without title as the office supervisor whenever I wasn't around. Liz kept me, and the one single female in line with the mere look of an eye. She's the kind you want to look out for, the one who is after your job. Because of that, I certainly didn't want to tempt fate, tempted as I was to flirt back with Christy, though even then I still did so on occasion, but only when the coast was clear.

Good reason for that, I was married at the time. Not happily mind you, my own marriage currently having a rough go. But the last thing I needed was a little temptation, an office romance, and wham-bam thank you mam...Liz would have my job.

There was one other currently open position I hadn't as yet been lucky enough to fill. It was only part-time, shitty pay, and even shittier hours, which is perhaps why it hadn't been filled as yet. I'd been granted this part-time position for someone to come in almost at the end of the day for the rest of us, and do that day's filing and paperwork. Much of which would take place in a small cramped, sometimes hot-sticky storage room for a couple of hours each day. Everyone I had interviewed once they'd seen what was required, where they'd have to work, and then working for an odd time to begin with, 3:00 - 6:30 each night wasn't much to anyone's liking. So far, Liz and I, and sometimes Kathy and Christy had been putting in the extra over time just in an attempt to stay up with all the damn paperwork.

I really needed that part-time person. And then Lorraine came in.

She was perhaps in her mid fifties, reasonably attractive for her age though she certainly wore less fashionable clothing than most everyone else did. A sign of her own age and the times perhaps, but I got the impression (rightly so) that she'd been out of the work-force for some time. Turned out as we talked and as she offered more than I was entitled to ask, that she was married to a rather well to do attorney, who in fact was expected to be made into a Judge soon. So it wasn't as though she needed the money. She obviously didn't. But what she offered and told me was, she was bored to death just sitting at home basically doing nothing. All her kids were grown up, married with families of their own. And she was going nuts. Thus, when she saw the ad for this position, especially because of the hours, it just fit her bill perfectly. That put her home still before her husband ever got home in the evening, and gave her something to do that would help keep her sane. Plus having other employees to talk to perhaps. (I didn't tell her that for much of the time, she'd be all alone in the "dungeon" room as we jokingly called it.)

Needless to say, I hired her. And damn glad that I did too. She was an efficient, attention to details kind of a woman, which was just what we needed to ensure that all the filing was correct and easily retrievable again whenever it was needed. And after that first day, she was pleased to learn she could wear casual (as long as it was neat looking) clothing, which meant jeans and tees. Second day to work, she'd obviously gone out and purchased a few things as she looked a hell of a lot better dressed this way than she had when she'd come in for the interview in her "Granny print dress" as I'd called it.

Lorraine was tall for a woman, almost six feet, taller than I was by a couple of inches. Obviously she had her own imperfections, (don't we all) though she still looked pretty good in a pair of jeans, even if I do say so myself. She also had fairly large breasts, though she was still careful about wearing blouses that would tend to display them more than she was willing to allow them to be. Once again, understandable perhaps for a woman that was simply they're to work, and certainly not out to impress or get involved with anyone. And I certainly wasn't looking at her in that regard either.

Lorraine was Lorraine. An employee. Part-time even, but she was friendly and nice to be around. Even Liz liked her.

Once or twice a month we had to go through selected accounts, re-pull the files and combine figures for a monthly report. It was time consuming, monotonous work, and up until now anyway, I'd hated it. Spending a few hours of unpaid overtime myself having to go through everything. But Lorraine very often stayed with me, helping to re-file everything away again afterwards, cutting down on the time and effort for us both. Something I really came to appreciate, as I came to appreciate Lorraine more and more with each passing day.

She might have worked for me, I might have been her boss, but we became pretty good friends during those long boring hours when we worked together, and I got to know more and more about her, and her personal life. Not intimate life mind you, we didn't get into that. And as such, I didn't tell her about my own personal woes either. Neither one of us did until three or four months later. And then one day she came in a little late, looking upset, and obviously appeared to have been crying. She apologized for her lateness (which was like maybe ten minutes) and first time she ever had been, and went straight to work. The only thing I did notice was her lack of smile, and her silence as she absorbed herself into her mundane tasks.

Very often Lorraine would be the last one to leave, thus locking up and closing up our small office. But on this particular night, I was working a little late myself. Mainly because my future ex-wife and I were in the middle of one of those long drawn out fights that lasted a week and were mostly spent in stares and silence. I really wasn't looking forward to going home to that, so I decided to work a bit later, and catch up on some of my own paperwork. Lorraine seemed surprised when I did. Coming out long after everyone else was gone, the two of us nearly finished for the day. One thing I immediately noticed, she was still upset.

"You ok?" I asked. Once again she seemed surprised that I asked, trying to pass it off as nothing. But I pressed anyway, knowing damn good and well that it wasn't.

"Not here," she told me almost whispering, though there wasn't anyone else but the two of us even there. "Someplace else...just not in the office where you're my...my boss," she said uneasily.

"Ok? Go for coffee or something?"

"No, no place someone might overhear, see us. As a matter of fact, I shouldn't even be..."

I could tell she was already changing her mind about whatever it was. I wasn't about to let her do that. "I know! The park! It's just down the street from here, we'll go there," I told her.

It was a strange silly park, a strange place to have one really. I am sure that when whoever designed it and put it in, thought that there'd be plenty of use for it with neighborhood kids and all. And then they built a retirement home right next door to it instead of the houses and condos they were thinking would be built there instead. Didn't see too many senior citizens going over to the park to swing or slip down the slides. There was rarely anyone ever there. I had often spent my lunch there reading a book, eating my lunch in total peace and quiet. It was the perfect spot to sit and talk.

We had parked our cars side by side, though Lorraine got out of hers and got into mine instead. Even then we sat in silence for several long moments while I waited for her to gather up whatever courage that she had in being able to share with me, whatever it was that was currently bothering her. Finally she took a deep breath and let it out.

I was surprised at what she said, certainly not expecting the words that suddenly came tumbling out of her mouth after that.

"You have any idea how long it's been since my husband's fucked me?" She asked.

My dear sweet, prim and proper Lorraine. You could have knocked me over with a feather at that moment.

**

It was almost comical. The moment she had spoken the words she was apologizing to me for that, looking embarrassed, ashamed, and surprised with herself that she'd actually done that. She even reached for the door, preparing to get out when I just managed to grab her hand, holding here there.

"Lorraine, you're with friends here," I said. "And nothing you can say will offend, shock or surprise me." Though coming from her anyway, it had. "I want you to feel like you can say anything to me, anything at all...and it won't go anywhere else but right here."

At least she let go of the door handle sitting back in her seat again, though she wouldn't look at me, her face flushed, still embarrassed perhaps. "So tell me...what's going on?"

"I don't know that I can. I shouldn't have said what I said to you in the first place. It's my problem anyway, not yours."

"Lorraine? Come on...spill it." I decided to use the semi-shocking language she'd used right back at her, at least that would put us on equal ground here. I felt like that maybe I needed to do that, so I said: "Why doesn't your husband want to fuck you?" I asked.

I actually got a smile out of her having said that. And she relaxed just a little. "That's so weird," she then said finally looking at me.

"Weird?" I asked a bit confused and bewildered myself now.

"Yeah weird, because I don't think I've heard or said the word...fuck three times in my entire life now, seriously. And now I've said it, and heard it twice tonight. Well..twice now," she laughed, so that is three times. But the weird part is this Brian, I like hearing the word, saying it all of a sudden. Reading it mostly though I suppose. Which I've been doing a lot of lately, reading you know...dirty stories at home on the Internet. And they've, well...you know worked me up some, even at my age."

"Your age? Who says you can't be worked up...horny at your age?"

"Apparently...my husband. For almost two years now, we've hardly done anything, anything at all. At least he doesn't do anything to meet my needs anymore. Even going so far as to tell me a few months ago, "aren't you past all that now? Didn't you go through menopause already?"

Now I was shocked. "He...he actually said that?"

"Oh yeah, he did. He honestly thinks that women my age don't even want, or desire...or "need" as he put it...to orgasm any more. And yet...he still expects me to at least give him a handjob, or blowjob, whenever he wants one." She chuckled again, still blushing. "But it's obvious he doesn't care about fucking," she giggled again. "At least...not with me."

"You don't think he's having an affair do you?"

Once again she laughed. "Oh god no! Especially with him being in the position he's in and all right now. Goodness no! I'm positive of that. It's just that, well..." she stammered obviously a bit flushed at this line of thought. "He's just not interested in me, especially seeing me naked. All he wants, or occasionally asks...is for some 'stress relief'; according to the way he sees it. It's not even really sex anymore. Just an expected chore for the wife to do. And old used up unattractive wife," she added starting to tear up again.

Now I had heard Sweet Lorraine say fuck, hand-job, and blowjob all in one evening. Would wonders never cease? Though the biggest wonder was in fact...I was starting to get a little aroused by all of this.

"To begin with Lorraine, you're not old for one. And for another, it's my own personal belief that you're only as old as you let yourself feel. But frankly, if he's not willing to do anything for you, why on earth would you want to do anything for him?"

It was like calling the kettle black on my end, but I didn't go there with her, not yet anyway.

She sighed. "Maybe it's just me. He's going to be a powerful influential man here before too long, and all he has is an old hag for a wife."

Now I sighed. "Lorraine, I'm telling you, you're not old, and you're not an old hag either. I think you're a very attractive looking woman, and maybe I shouldn't be saying this, but I think you look pretty damn good in those jeans you've been wearing!"

And that's when she kissed me.

**

It wasn't a jump your bones I want to fuck your brains out kind of a kiss. It was almost chaste in fact, but it was still a kiss.

"Thank you," she said sweetly.

"For what?"

"For making me feel sort of sexy in a way, though I guess...it would be more like being a horny old lady."

"Nothing wrong with being a horny lady," I responded back, leaving out the word old. "No more than my being and feeling like a naughty boy, sitting here with you, allowing thoughts I shouldn't be having running around inside my head," I laughed.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, let's just say that I'd probably embarrass myself if I were to get out of the car right now," I freely admitted. Lorraine looked down at my crotch then, her eyes wide with surprise perhaps, drawing my own there as well. It was rather obvious. I was honestly aroused.

"You're...you're hard? Really?"

"I am," I laughed feeling a bit embarrassed, but enjoying the admission, her eyes looking, the throb I felt, and the press of my prick against my jeans. Yeah...I was horny, but I also knew we were now treading on dangerous ground here. I glanced at my watch. "Well...I really should get going before I'm missed," I said lamely.

"Yeah, me too," Lorraine agreed reaching for the door handle again. But before she opened it, she leaned over giving me another chaste kiss on the cheek. "Thank you Brian for listening to me. You might be my boss at work, but I would also like to consider you as a friend."

"Ditto that," I told her. "And Lorraine? Anytime you want to chat about anything...as a friend, I hope you will feel comfortable in doing that."

She grinned from ear to ear. "Thank you Brian, I will. It's nice having someone to actually talk to about such things...even sort of naughty things," she said once again looking down at my crotch. "And just so you know?" She laughed opening her door stepping out. "I'm a bit hard myself," she grinned and actually touched her breasts where her nipples would be. "Goodnight," she finished and then jumped into her car, pulling out of the lot as I sat for a moment still a bit stunned at the dialog we'd just shared not to mention the totally unexpected action of her rubbing her nipples, even if it was only for a mere second. But that was enough to cause my dick to lurch once again.

Yeah there was no denying the fact I was horny as hell too. And I certainly didn't have any expectations of going home and relieving that. I took one careful look around the park, which was still very deserted. I took my cock out and proceeded to give myself a nice stroke, allowing myself to entertain fantasies about Lorraine that I knew damn good and well weren't going anywhere.

**

The following day Lorraine stopped by my office briefly before heading directly off towards the dungeon. She slid what appeared to be a thank you card across my desk, smiling and then walking off. With everyone outside busy at their assigned tasks, I sat back reading the small note she had written.

"Just wanted to thank you again for last night. Lending me an ear, and a shoulder to cry on. It helped...a lot. I even did something I haven't done in more months' than I can even count now. So thank you for that too," she'd added, and then signed it HOL.

I chuckled seeing that. But I had noticed something else too when she came in. She was again wearing a nice pair of jeans, but she had also worn a rather form fitting red and white stripped tee shirt that actually showed off a bit of cleavage. Not much...but more than she had up until now anyway. I didn't have a 'thank you' card, but I pulled out a note pad and answered her back.

" HL," I began, once again leaving out the O for Old. "Like I said, anytime. And I don't mind telling you it's nice to know you actually 'did' something," I emphasized putting a line beneath that word. Kind of exciting knowing that. And BTW, just so you know...I did too." I then signed my note back to her, NB.

I waited until I actually had something to take back to her for filing, and then took the file folder along with her note having paper clipped that with her name on it back to the file room handing it to her. She smiled seeing it. I winked and then turned heading back to my office again. It was perhaps thirty or forty minutes, just a short time before everyone was to call it a day when she came back into my office again. This time she had written me another note, slipping that to me on what was now an empty manila file folder. Without so much as a word, she turned and went back to the dungeon.

I know it sounds silly, but I was feeling a bit like some kid passing dirty notes to his girlfriend in high school or something. But it was again arousing, exciting. And certainly far more exciting than anything I'd been enjoying lately anyway. I opened the note reading it carefully in such a way that no one would notice me doing so if they were to suddenly pop in. No one did.

"I like you calling me HL, makes me feel good, and again...even wanted in a way. I'm sort of...buzzy right now because of it. And I also wanted to ask, did you? Really? Where? Right there in the park?" This time she signed it HL.

I waited until everyone had gone for the day, locking up, and then heading down the hall to the file room. Lorraine was of course still busy, sitting there in her small little steno chair, leaning over one of the open drawers putting things away when I came in. She looked up. I was grinning, and then she did. "How's it going HL?" I teased. Once again making her laugh, though answering her question moments later. "And yes...I did. Right there in the park, I took it out and well...you know, only seconds after you left."

She was blushing again, but not from embarrassment, that was an entirely different look. She was flushed, excited...or at least getting there anyway. And I was also further treated to a bit of a look down her blouse too as it had opened just a bit. I could see the gentle swell of her magnificent breasts just before they disappeared down into the confines of the lacy white bra she was wearing. Once again I felt my cock lurch and knew if I didn't beat-feet out of there, I'd be standing there with an erection.

"Wow," she sighed. "Yeah, me too," she then giggled. "Well, the moment I got home anyway. It felt good too, haven't done that in months. Just haven't felt like it."

"I know what you mean," I told her. "Sort of in the same situation myself," which is when I finally told her a little about what I was going through too.

"Have you got a minute? Or do you need to get home right away?" She asked.

"No hurry," I responded.

"The park?" She asked, obviously feeling like this was perhaps neutral, safe ground or something...certainly away from the office place. And as long as she felt that way, and still wanted to chat, continue on with this rather erotic discussion, I had all the time in the world for her.

"I'll lock up, meet you there," I told her as soon as you're finished here."

"Give me fifteen more minutes, and then I'll do that." She informed me. I went back to my office, finished up a few things I still had to do, made a phone call indicating I'd be just a little late, which was fine with my wife at the time, and then waited for Lorraine to leave. She did so, smiling and looking at me, and then left the building. I closed up and followed her only a minute behind, pulling up next to her in the park in the very same place we had the last time. Once again thankfully, there was no one but the two of us there again.

She got out of her car into mine. There was again a brief moment of awkward silence, and then she looked at me. "Ever since you told me you did that, I've been thinking about it," she mused, laughing nervously again. "It's funny Brian. I mean...it's not like I haven't seen a hard cock, obviously I have...my husbands. But with him, like I said...it seems more like a chore, than a pleasure, especially for me. And I also don't mind telling you...I haven't seen another man's cock in more years than I can even count. So...I was wondering..." she paused looking at me, and then down at my crotch once again.

"Could she actually be asking me what I think she's going to?" I asked myself, "Or was I just imagining things?"

"Could I see yours?" She then asked, "Unless of course you'd rather not," she back peddled nervously now. "Oh my god, I can't believe I just asked you that!" She stammered once again. "I really am a horrible HL aren't I?"

Now I laughed, though speaking. "If you'd really like to Lorraine, I don't see a problem with doing that. Though just so you know, it's not like I have this whopper of a dick or anything, I don't. I'm just Joe average in size to be honest about it...no big deal as they say."

Her eyes were as big around as saucers though when she looked into my eyes again. "I don't care about that," she informed me. "It would just be nice seeing another man's cock for a change."

I took another quick look around the park, which we both did. We were still obviously alone, though I was still very nervous. As was she. But I now unbuckled my belt, unzipping, pulling my jeans down just enough to expose myself. My hard cock springing up stiff and straight right through the opening of my boxers. I could hear her swallow hard from where she was sitting, her eyes glued to the admittedly proud, hard cock I was sporting.

"Push them down some," she now added her voice husky sounding. "I want to see your balls too," she told me. I pushed my pants and boxers down around my knees, though no further than that, in the event of an emergency here. She could see me now though, entirely as my cock actually throbbing, bobbing around a bit all by itself.

"How's that?" I asked sounding a bit lusty myself...feeling it too.

"Oh my...that IS hard, nice and hard!" She said swallowing again. "A lot harder than I've seen!" she now added to that.

"Thank you," I said not knowing what else to say, and now sitting there with the somewhat cool night air further caressing my cock making it throb just a bit...and then actually drool. I was leaking precum like a sieve here.

"You're...dribbling," she expressed giggling again. "So is that what naughty boys do when they're aroused?" She teased.

"No different than what horny ladies do I imagine," not knowing if she did, but admittedly wondering, so I asked. "So...do you get... you know, wet too?"

Now she was blushing furiously. "More than you know," she informed me. "Especially last night, and then today. I even had to go into the ladies room and use a napkin, you know...not for that, but...but for, well getting juicy yes."

This conversation was making me even hornier, especially sitting there with my dick sticking out. Though I was now starting to also feel a bit foolish because it was. Wiggling in my seat, lifting up, preparing to pull my pants up again.

"No, don't...not yet, please!" she coaxed. Now looking at me with a question in her eyes. "You'll still have to do something about that yes?" she asked.

I laughed, "Eventually...yes. I certainly can't go home this way," I told her, hinting that I would no doubt be sitting here stroking off again after she left.

"Then do it now, so I can watch you...see it, please?"

"Really? You're serious? You want to watch me...watch me, jerk off?"

"Oh yes! God yes! Will you?" She asked.

I started doing so, nervously...apprehensively, suddenly getting a little cock shy. Oddly enough, I was going in the other direction as opposed to the one I should be going in. "Sorry...this might take a while, I'm ah..."

"Would this help?" Suddenly Lorraine reached down grabbing the hem of the blouse she was wearing, lifting it up. As she did that, she likewise managed to free her breasts from her bra as well. The two items now up near her chin, though I wasn't looking there at the moment. I was staring at her magnificent tits with my mouth hanging open!

I was pleasantly surprised in more ways than one. The fact she'd even done that was the main one, but the second one being, is that for as large as they honestly were, as heavy as they honestly were, they didn't really droop much. They were full, rested heavily against her chest yes, but they were round and well formed, sticking out in a very erotic teardrop shape that had taken my breath away! Not only that however...she also had two of the biggest, thickest, hardest nipples I had ever seen before on anyone...ever! Like twin little gumdrops sitting on each, protruding a good inch or so off her breasts, large dark tan areolas, looking like small pancakes capping each tit. I was enthralled, and my cock was once again rigidly hard.

"That helps...a lot!" I finally managed, staring at them both now, stroking my meat almost fiercely as I sat there looking at her. Lorraine, looking at me, as she began fingering and thumbing those nipples for me pleasurably, sighing as she did so. "Fuck!" I moaned aloud, to which she giggled again.

"I am coming to love hearing that word," she stated.

"And I will soon be coming, thinking it...and saying it again," I shot back. "Fuck this is horny!"

"It sure as fuck is!" Lorraine quipped giggling again. We could both easily hear the slippery sounds my hand was now making as it traveled up and down the length of my cock. Squishy sounds as I purposely milked myself now, letting her hear just how aroused and horny I was. Just how good it felt to be sitting there masturbating, staring at her tits, especially as she now began pulling and pinching those incredible nipples of hers.

The problem was...I was getting really close, and I didn't have anything. I even silently chastised myself for that, especially having gone to McDonalds earlier in the day for a burger, tossing away my unused napkins instead of saving them like I should have.

"I'm going to need something...and soon," I informed her still trying to think.

"Why? I want to watch it...see it squirt," she said hotly. "Don't hide it...let me see you toss off," she then added making the whole experience sound even more erotic more decadent than it already was. But I wasn't too keen on squirting all over the car either, not that I really cared, but I was a little worried about any tell-tell evidence I might leave behind.

But that was when Lorraine offered up a solution that would remedy the problem and desire for both of us.

"Squirt on my tits," she told me, now leaning forward a lot closer, cupping them together...offering them to me as the perfect target in which to make my deposit. "I'd love feeling and seeing that," she then said, which pretty much triggered the orgasm I was trying to hold off from having seconds after that.

"Oh fuck Lorraine! I'm gonna cum...hard!" I added feeling the sensation, the sudden gut wrenching tightness in my balls. The almost mind numbing pleasure as I felt the semen running up the length of my shaft, and then suddenly exploding from the tip in one massive ejaculation one right after the other, splashing and hitting her squarely between those big beautiful tits of hers!

"Yes! Yes!" She cried out excitedly, looking down at herself and me, watching my spunk literally drenching her boobs, covering them each almost entirely. Thick droplets of cream now clinging to each one of her nipples, adhering to it for a moment before oozing, and then sliding off. Hanging like ice-sickles in a way, erotic and obscene all rolled up into one. I sat back, drained, complete as she continued to examine her own breasts, now toying and fingering the pools of cum covering her tits, catching some of it before it could further slither away down her belly and drip onto her jeans.

"Wow...that was hot. You always come like that?" She then asked me.

"Not always...no. Only when I am really, really horny...like I am now," I told her seeing her smile upon hearing that.

"So...seeing these old tits of mine helped then?"

"Lorraine? For one thing, and I'm saying this for the last time. You're not old, your tits certainly aren't either. They're prettier than most women's tits I have seen for one thing. You've got amazing nipples, your boobs hang firm and full. So trust me when I tell you this...you've got tits that any woman would be jealous of having!"

"Thank you," she said again, though pulling both her bra and shirt down again, putting the "girls" away as she called them, only seconds before we both saw and felt the twin lights of another car pulling into the parking area. I scrambled madly, tucking my dick away, zipping and buckling up. But the car had only turned in, in order to turn around again leaving as quickly as he'd come into the lot. It had been enough to scare the two of us into leaving however. Lorraine hurriedly exciting my car, though pausing for a moment beside her open door before sliding in once we realized the car wasn't parking nearby. The fact her tits were still covered in my recent spending was hot as hell thinking about it. It must have been for her too as she now cupped them again through her clothing, no doubt feeling the sticky, creamy moisture beneath.

"You know what I'll be doing the moment I get home," she laughed still nervously, but obviously still very much aroused too.

I leaned over in my seat looking through the passenger window. "I'd love hearing about it...tomorrow," I told her.

"Maybe," she grinned, and then slid behind her seat, closing the door backing out seconds after that. I waited before starting my own car, and then left as well, turning in the opposite direction for home. It was the first time in recent memory that I was already looking forward to going into work again.

**

Once again she stopped briefly by my office before heading down the hall towards the file room. Nothing out of the ordinary there either. She'd always done that since starting here, just her way of letting me know when she'd arrived. Anyone else outside in the office area seeing her doing that wouldn't have thought anything of it. But she again slipped me another note before heading off, smiling at me wickedly. The one thing that was out of the ordinary again...was the fact she was wearing another new blouse. This one a button up, but far more in style, and more importantly, I noticed she'd been wearing it with one more button undone that she probably should have. Not enough to raise eyebrows or anything. But enough to raise a cock should she lean over some. I was now hoping that she would.

I already had a hard-on, in anticipation of her even showing up. I had to wait a few minutes before reading her note however as Christy came in to my office in order to discuss something with me. Liz of course sitting outside looking over towards us. I was careful to ensure the door remained open, and that I remained behind my desk. Satisfied perhaps that we were indeed discussing business, Liz went back to her own without a second look our way. I was anxious to read my note however, and soon dismissed Christy, though she'd made one feeble attempt at flirting with me. Now was not the time, nor would it ever be again as far as I was concerned.

This time I got up and closed my door before going back to my desk and reading her note. That was usually the sign I had a phone call, or needed to be left alone for a bit. Everyone understood that, and especially as I didn't usually leave it closed for too long. I excitedly opened my note and then began reading, slightly disappointed when I did. I was hoping for more than this. A lot more.

"I was going to use an old toy I happened to have, but the batteries were dead. Can you believe that?" HL

"Damn!" I thought now sitting there, too soon to open the door again, so I chose instead to write her a note of my own in response to her somewhat short disappointing missive.

"Well HL, I would be happy any time to take you and get you a new toy, and a year's worth of batteries if that's what it would take, just to hear you describe how it is, or was....that you enjoy pleasuring yourself. I again, would so love hearing and knowing about that. A very...very NB."

I walked down the hall heading into the file room. Sure enough she was again leaning over one of the drawers. And sure enough, I could easily see her bra clad breasts...both of them, though she soon sat up, looking all prim and proper again. I handed her my quickly scribbled note.

"Don't leave," she said, and then quickly unfolded it reading what I had to say. I was a little surprised at that, but continued to stand there. "Hand me my purse over there," she then said pointing at the coat rack sitting behind the door where her purse was. I turned grabbing it, handing it to her. She unzipped it, reached in, and withdrew an envelope...this one obviously containing a couple of pages at least. "This might be more what you were hoping for," she told me. "I just wanted to be sure first before giving it to you. I got...pretty explicit if you know what I mean."

I was getting hard standing there just thinking about it, once again wishing she would lean over and give me another quick glance at her breasts again. As though reading my mind perhaps, she actually did so, then looking up towards me, though remaining forward. She damn well knew where my eyes were.

"I liked the feel of your cum on my tits," she whispered quietly. "And I even enjoyed walking around last night at home, and even during dinner, knowing I had your now dried cum clinging to them still."

"Holy fuck!" I moaned softly, trying to whisper it back. "You keep this up...I'm going to have to go visit the men's room!"

She grinned upon hearing that. "I'd enjoy that...but you'd have to save it for me somehow. Bring it to me afterwards," she added wickedly.

"You really want me to do that?" I asked getting more and more aroused by the moment now.

"Hell yes! I loved feeling and seeing it last night. I'd love feeling it again, only now...soon! Find a cup or something, and then bring it to me."

I knew then exactly where I would find just what I was looking for. "It might be a while, I want to read your note before I start doing that," I told her. She just winked, nodded her head and went back to her work. I folded her envelope and slid it into my back pocket, and then headed for the break-room.

I opened the cupboard, pulled out a clear plastic cup and then headed off towards the bathroom though a little nervous and worried about what I would do with it afterwards. I took another cup however this one, one of those heavier hot coffee cups, placing the clear one inside that one. Now satisfied with my devious trick, I slipped inside one of the stalls, pulled down my jeans and began reading her two page typewritten note.

"Well my naughty, horny boy. Though I like calling you NB, and you calling me HL. I certainly was after getting home, feeling your cum still clinging to my tits, and then purposely leaving it there while I served dinner, if you get my meaning. I wanted the arousal to build up even more than it already was, so waited until after he had gone to bed for the night. That's when I pulled out my toy that I had secreted away earlier, only to discover the batteries were dead, and that I didn't know where to find any more for it. But then I improvised, and I thought while doing it...that you'd find it as naughty erotic as I was, looking for something else to use. I found it in the refrigerator. A nice long thick, cucumber! Yes, I really did Brian, especially since it was and looked to be just about your size. Not long, but nice and thick, just like you. I then went outside onto our deck, out in the open air overlooking the back yard. I had only my robe on, nothing else. And as I sat there with it wide open, I could still feel you're now dried cum clinging to my tits, wishing it was brand new fresh creamy cum again. That's when I began teasing myself with the cucumber, running it up and down my juicy wet split. Did I tell you how juicy I truly do get Brian? I was seriously dripping. I could even felt my own juices running down the inside of my legs as I walked outside to the deck before sitting down. Needless to say, it didn't take much before I had slipped most of that naughty green cucumber deep inside my pussy. Actually Brian, I don't normally care for this word, but under the circumstances, it goes much better with fuck. It's dirtier sounding. And at the moment, while writing this, even after I finished getting myself off, I am horny again. Aroused again, and feeling dirty again. So let me amend what I just told you Brian...naughty boy. I fucked my cunt with that big, hard...green wicked looking cucumber until I squirted all over the deck. Didn't know that did you? Yeah...I do. I squirt too, though it's been quite a while since I've actually done that. Obviously I need to be really aroused too before I can do that. But I was Brian, I was so fucking horny...so remembering the way your cock felt and looked as it squirted all over my tits. I wanted to suck your cock Brian, suck out the rest of the remaining juice from the tip of it. Does that shock you to hear that? I thought about it, thought about what it would taste like, feel like. Not saying I would ever actually do that Brian, just so you know. But I did think about it, fantasize about it, and then got myself off again after that. Only this time just using my fingers, pinching my clit, playing with my stiff hard nipples again. I came hard the second time too Brian, even harder perhaps, once again squirting and soaking the deck outside. I didn't even bother or worry about cleaning it up either. Thought you might enjoy knowing that. HL. A very, very HL at the moment too."

I came in my cup. A nice load too. And then walked out of the bathroom heading back down the hall towards my office, but not before stopping by the file room. Lorraine looked up, I grinned handing her my "coffee" cup. She looked inside, smiled...and then slipped past me heading towards the ladies room without so much as a word to me.

I wandered back to my office and sat there day dreaming for the next solid hour.

**

Unfortunately I did have prior commitments that I needed to attend to right after work, so I couldn't stay. Not that she had asked me to do so, or expected me to either. But I did wait until everyone else had left before locking up, wandering back to the file room, letting her know that.

"So everyone's gone then?" She asked a bit worriedly.

"Yes, they have," I assured her.

"Also...I need you to give me the letter back," she said almost apologetically. "I can't risk anything," she added. "So I'll need to destroy that, same as I have with what you've given me."

I'd been thinking along those very same lines, already having run it through the shredder, informing her of that.

"Thank you, sorry it has to be that way, but I just can't take any chances. I hope you understand."

"Trust me. I do. And just so you know Lorraine, what we have done and enjoyed together, is just fine as far as that goes. I don't have any expectations of doing anything else, or making you feel like I want you too."

"Same here," she agreed. "I think for now, that's about all I can handle. But I will say this, I am enjoying the feel of your cum on me. Though this time, I used it someplace else...any ideas where that was?" She grinned.

I could see it in my mind's eye. It was fucking hot. "You poured it in your pussy then? Your cunt?" I amended for her benefit as well as my own. I liked saying pussy when I was getting warmed up. I liked and preferred using the word cunt when I was already there. And I was now.

"Yes...on, and in my cunt. And then I finger-fucked myself to a nice, hard orgasm. Didn't squirt this time, but just as well. I didn't relish the thought of having to clean up the floors there in the bathroom."

I laughed at that. "Yeah, can't says I blame you there. But damn, just the thought of you finger-fucking your cunt is getting me aroused again."

"I know you need to go, but can I see it again? In the light this time?"

In the park, it had been nearing twilight, so though we were still able to see, it wasn't like we'd either one of us seen it as clearly as we might have out in broad daylight. Now...here in the storage room under the florescent, we certainly could.

"Can I see your tits again at least?" I asked.

"Only fair," she smiled unbuttoning her blouse now fully. As she did that, I unzipped, unbuckled and produced my rather hard, very aching cock.

I was a few minutes late in leaving. But I left with a smile on my face, and another load of cream clinging to Lorraine's amazing tits again. She promised to write me another letter that evening. I was already looking forward to that.

**

Her home commitments, and mine kept us from being able to stay past working hours during the next several days. Though frustrating as that was in a way, we amused, teased and tortured one another with the simple small notes and letters we wrote and passed back and forth. It was an interesting form of foreplay, that by the end of the week had each one of us hoping for more, especially with the weekend now ahead of us. It was again the first time that I didn't actually look forward to the weekends the way I once had. Her last note had done it for me too. Simply put, she'd said: "I need to see your cock again."

I wrote back. "I need to show it to you."

Unfortunately real work got in the way after that, keeping me totally busy for most of the afternoon. But during that time I'd been thinking of a way to sort of surprise Lorraine with something I hoped would be wickedly naughty. I waited until the office had cleared, walked out of my office, locked the doors and then returned tossing my keys on the desk. I then fished out my cock, which didn't take a whole lot of effort to get all nice and hard, and then brazenly walked down the hallway towards the file room, with my cock sticking straight out. I stepped into the room, Lorraine only then looking up, delightful surprise in her eyes as she spotted my throbbing hard cock sticking out, pointing at her. But then I saw another look suddenly come into her face as well. Sheer panic, about the same time I heard Liz's voice right behind me.

"Hey...you locked me in!"

"Oh, sorry," I quickly responded. "The keys are on my desk, let yourself out, I'll be right behind you," I said not even bothering to look at her. I couldn't. Instead I knelt down facing the cabinet, pretending to be searching for a particular file, kneeling with my cock fully exposed. Thankfully I heard Liz's footsteps heading off, Lorraine trying to hold in a laugh that was threatening to explode from her anyway. "Jesus!" I exclaimed finally allowing my breath to release hearing the front doors opening and then closing. I stood, stuffing my prick back inside my pants, took a peek out the door down the hall, listening. But heard nothing. "That was fucking close!" I said turning back around to look at Lorraine. She had taken her blouse and bra completely off! "Fuck!" Stay where you are! I'll be right back!"

I ran down the hall, turned the keys once again locking the door, and then sprinted back the other way, past the file room, and into the bathrooms...both of them. Thank god no one else had decided to use the facilities before they left. I right there and then made a mental note to never again do anything until I had checked the entire office, including the bathrooms myself.

And now satisfied, I returned to the file room. Lorraine was now entirely naked.

**

"I don't know why...but that made me damn horny!" She exclaimed, sitting there in her comfy little steno chair, with not a stitch of clothing on.

"I can see that," I exclaimed, taking her all in...the first time I ever had obviously. It was interesting to see her pussy for the first time, though she was sort of covering that just a little, one hand down between it, though I swear she was actually fingering herself. She was trimmed, that much was obvious, and I was a little surprised to see such a fine mat of light brown hair with a tiny sprinkling of gray hair mixed in between. I found it quite erotic actually.

"Want to watch me?" She asked, like I would have said no fucking way. I was nodding my head as fast as one of those bobble-head dolls standing there looking at her. "Well then? Take your cock back out and stroke it for me, while we watch one another," she stated. "I want to see you come again, totally naked this time," she then added, letting me know that I would soon be as naked as she was.

She didn't squirt, but she sure came hard, calling out, crying out actually shaking almost uncontrollably as she sat there watching me jerking off. I came hard too, just managing to squirt one on her at a distance, before quickly closing the gap, just managing to deposit the majority of my cum all over those fabulous looking tits of hers. She even lifted one up, licking her cum coated nipple, tasting me.

"May I?" I then boldly asked. She smiled, nodded her head, and I leaned over sucking and licking the other one.

That was as far as it went. Another milestone in a way perhaps, but we were both being overly cautious, timid...and perhaps rightfully so. The temptation was great admittedly to take it a bit further, though we certainly talked about it, fantasized about what it would feel like often enough, but never really going there.

Just doing what we had done so far was hot enough in my mind. And I think I might have been content with just doing that. But then fate threw us another interesting little curve ball.

**

Every summer the company we worked for threw a small little barbeque together for all the various offices within the State. Not large enough to perhaps lay out for the entire affair, they did buy all the meat and drinks for it. The employees then chipped in with potluck side dishes, and the managers spent the time cooking hot dogs, hamburgers and even chicken for everyone who attended. All in all, it was a great time had by all, especially as we did it on a Friday, basically giving everyone the day off work as long as they actually attended.

Lorraine had in fact volunteered to bake several cakes for dessert, and asked me if I wouldn't mind dropping by and picking them up from her place on my way over to a park we'd reserved just for the occasion. It was close to her place, so it made sense, and I did so arriving late in the morning in order to load up, and then drive off to the park and help set things up from there. I had plenty of time, getting to Lorraine's about ten, and not expecting to meet anyone else until noon, the party and barbeque scheduled to begin around one o'clock after that.

When I pulled into the drive, it was easy to see she had lots of money, or rather her husband did. The house was spacious, nicely furnished, if not overly extravagant in a way. She was almost embarrassed by it after inviting me in. It was the first time I actually felt a little awkward being around her. But it didn't take long to get over that as she led me into the kitchen area, showing me the several trays of cake she'd managed to bake up for the party. Offering me a drink, we then walked down into comfortable sitting area. She sat down on the couch, patting it, inviting me to sit there beside her as opposed to sitting elsewhere away from her.

"Don't be...nervous," she said looking at me. "I can assure you, we won't be interrupted. But I'd like to do something...if you'll let me," she stated then, and after doing that, she opened the housecoat she'd been wearing, confirming what I had half suspected. She was of course naked beneath it.

"Name it," I said simply looking at her. My initial nervousness in being here rapidly evaporating.

"I want to jerk you off," she told me. "I actually want to make you cum myself, feel you squirt, see you toss off by my own hand."

"I have no problem with you doing that, if you don't have a problem with me fingering you Lorraine. I've been dying to see what your wet slick pussy feels like. So if you'll let me...I'll certainly let you."

It was a no brainer for either one of us. I kicked off my jeans and boxers, her hand finally coming around, clasping my prick as she began to explore it, familiarizing herself with it quite thoroughly this time. I did the same. One hand exploring what I found to be one wet succulent juicy pussy, that just seemed to liquefy more and more as I continued playing with it. With my other hand, I now took delight in fingering and rolling her fat hard nipples, pulling and pinching them as she urged me to do so, harder and harder even, until I honestly was fearful of hurting her.

"It doesn't hurt. Not when I'm this fucking horny anyway," she finally stated. And then I really pinched them, pulled on them, likewise doing almost the same thing to her indestructible clit. She was going nuts, but then again...so was I. Her hand pumping, squeezing, milking, and smearing my own precum fuck juice over the tip, was driving me insane with pleasure.

I could see by the expression on her face she was getting close. She even stopped me briefly, removing her gown entirely, placing it beneath her. "I'm about to make a really big fucking mess," she informed me. "So be ready for it."

I laughed. "Me too, but not before you do," I told her making her lay back on the couch as I knelt on the floor beside her now, my hands busy as thieves between her legs, breasts and nipples. She lost herself then, allowing the pleasure I was giving her, giving herself over to it fully and completely. When she sprayed, as she came...she quite literally bathed the two of us in a unique little shower of almost clear liquid spurting that seemed to pulse up and out from the deepest darkest depths of her cunt. She literally screamed too, almost at the top of her lungs, thrashing about wildly, now pinching and pulling on her own breasts as I pinched her clit with one hand, using my fingers, and drove two others as deeply as I could into her sopping wet cunt.

It was amazing. Simply amazing seeing her come like that. And it took her several long moments to finally collect herself afterwards. But when she had, she still had fire in her eyes, looking at my cock, even licking her lips as she had me stand up there in front of her. I thought for a moment she was actually going to suck it, a little disappointed when she didn't actually. But she proceeded to milk me with those still delicate hands of hers, one on my shaft, the other cupping and kneading my balls. I felt my own orgasm only seconds away, warning her how close I was. I looked down, waiting to see the explosion, feel the fire and ice as it seized my cock and balls, the eruption of white lava drenching her breasts again obviously.

But not quite.

"Squirt baby, squirt...squirt it all over me, all over my face, my mouth, my hair, my tits...wherever you want to!"

That was all it took. If I thought any of my previous climaxes were intense, they were nothing in comparison, or volume to this one. I saw rope after rope after rope of creamy hot cum shoot from the end of my dick, giving Lorraine a true cum-bath, the likes of which she had never seen before. Nor I for that matter. When I was done, she was one fucked up smeared up, messy looking bitch. And we both loved it. She was giggling hysterically, standing up in order to see herself in the mirror. She honestly looked a sight, and I almost felt a bit guilty about it...almost. Until I could see she was actually enjoying it, seeing herself so obscenely decadent, cum clinging to her everywhere, running down her body now in little rivulets as she caught some of it up with her fingers. Again...licking them off, tasting me, tasting us as she applied some of it back to her own cunt again, frigging her clit again...getting horny again.

And this time I surprised her. "Squirt on me Lorraine, fucking squirt that pussy juice all over me!" I lay there on her hardwood floor of all places, as she stood over me, straddling me, fingering herself.

"You're sure?" She asked, almost looking cross-eyed at this point.

"Never more so," I told her meaning it. And then watched as for a split second, it almost looked like she was peeing on me. Though she wasn't. It was sweet tasting, pearly...and lots of it. I caught a great deal in my mouth, but she likewise managed to spray me like a garden, ending with a nice few final spurts directly against my reawakened cock.

**

Showering with her afterwards was heavenly as well. Soaping one another up, slipping my hands over and around her entire body, her full soft breasts, the surprising firmness of her ass. And she of course, mine...along with my now flaccid, happily content cock, though even then she somehow managed to caress it back to firmness once more.

"I wish we had more time," she sighed audibly.

"Me too," I agreed, though we were pressing it now, needing to get to the barbeque and not raise any suspicions in doing so.

"I'm still horny, I'm....HL," she laughed.

"And I'm still an NB," I responded. "Maybe we can do something later, hopefully..." I added.

We dressed after that, packed up and then headed off to the park in order to help with setting up. Lorraine wore a nice pair of white shorts, not inappropriately short by any means, but certainly highlighting for the very first time her long legs that still appeared young looking, tapered and well muscled. I complimented her on that as well, informing me that she ran on her treadmill each and every day. I made a mental note to start taking better care of myself too. If Lorraine could look as good as she did at her age, I needed to do the same very soon or I'd have a hell of a time later on trying to do it.

The barbeque of course was a big success, everyone having a good time, milling about talking to employee's that we didn't very often meet or see except quarterly. The entire time, Lorraine and I casting hot, horny glances at one another, flirting constantly, though careful even then in doing so. Only once did we risk much of anything, and totally by happenstance even then.

The restrooms were at the far end of the picnic area. I had headed off towards them in order to relieve myself, coming out minutes later and almost running into Lorraine as she appeared to have the same need herself. I took a quick peek around, saw that no one was even close to us, and then pulled her behind the building out of sight from anyone. I kissed her, hard and deeply...perhaps for the first time that we'd ever kissed this way. Our mouths and lips locked, tongues fencing, toying and dancing with one another. We broke the kiss, once again checking out our surroundings though still safely alone.

"I need to see it," she told me already reaching down unzipping my fly. In seconds she had my hard cock in her hands again, fondling it as I likewise reached up, lifting up the tee she was wearing, along with her bra and stood there caressing and thumbing her amazing nipples as she continued stroking my cock.

"I can't believe how horny you make me," I breathed hotly enjoying the feel of her hand on me, and her exquisite breasts as I stood there caressing them, especially as less than fifty yards away, the noise and laughter of the employee barbeque continued.

"Horny enough for you to cum?" She asked equally as excited.

"Here? Now?"

"Yes!" She said simply. "I want to see your cock squirt...as long as it doesn't take too long," she laughed.

I could usually hold off from doing so for a while whenever we played, but I also knew I could come for her almost instantaneously if I just simply allowed it. The sensation of her hand, the way she played with me, rubbing the head of my cock in the particular way she did it could get me to that point in mere moments.

"Where?" I asked already grimacing as the thought of squirting for her nearly caused me to do so at that very moment.

"I wish on my tits...but we'd better not, my blouse is too sheer and some of your spunk might soak through, or worse...leave a lingering odor that might be too difficult to explain," she giggled. She turned me, facing towards the bushes off to one side, looking back over her shoulder briefly once again ensuring that no one was approaching us or close enough to see anything. "Go ahead Brian...let it go," she urged excitedly.

She pumped my prick once, twice, and then we both began watching as great gobs of semen began leaping from my cock, splashing and splattering against the bushes behind the bathrooms. And just as I finally began petering out, we both heard the crunch of footsteps on gravel heading towards the restroom. Lorraine hurriedly put her tits away, as I likewise stuffed my still somewhat hard, and somewhat still leaking prick back inside my jeans. We stepped further behind the building, quietly. Lorraine now walking around back heading off to the other side where the women's entrance was. I heard the sound of the door opening and then closing on the men's side, only then stepping around my side of the building heading back towards the party. It had been a thrilling, somewhat dangerous moment perhaps, but it had left me far more excited and still aroused than I could have ever imagined.

Perhaps it was that moment of excitement and danger that soon led the two of us back to that small little park near work two nights later. Both Lorraine and I having been teasing one another with more notes and quick teasing flashes or groping's over the past couple of days. I had expressed the desire to feel her slick pussy again, finger-fuck her, play in her juice. She surprised me by coming into work the next morning, wearing a skirt instead of her normal jeans. It was fully proper of course, complimented with a nice button down blouse, the hint of the lace bra she wore beneath it just teasing enough to remind me of those twin hard nipples of hers hidden beneath it. By the time we closed up for the day, I was as hard as I'd ever been, and as I soon found out, Lorraine was about as wet as she'd ever been as we pulled into the park side by side once again.

**

I don't know how or when she managed it, but I sat in my car appreciatively shaking my head as she pulled in next to me, opening her door stepping out. Her blouse was completely undone, her bare breasts partially exposed, the lacy bra she'd been wearing gone, and no doubt whatever else she'd been wearing beneath her skirt. She confirmed that for me only seconds after sitting down in her seat, turning towards me, one leg propped up, her skirt hiked up, giving me an unobstructed view of her neatly trimmed little pussy patch.

"Maybe I should change your name to Naughty girl," I said reaching over in order to run my finger up the slick furrow of her cunt since she was presenting it to me.

"I like the sound of that," she purred hotly as my finger teased and tickled her briefly. "I like feeling naughty...horny too yes, but I like being naughty, dirty...filthy even," she groaned even more deeply as I allowed my finger to further probe her depths, removing it moments later, licking my fingers off from the sweetness I found there waiting for me.

"God Lorraine, I love how you taste," I said slipping my fingers into her once again.

"You do?"

"Yes...I do, and I wish to hell I could eat you," I told her. "I wish more than anything...that you'd let me do that for you."

I could see the struggle and hesitation in her face, though it surprised and pleased me when she spoke, in a strange way perhaps.

"You probably won't believe this, but John's never, well he's never done that for me," she stated.

"You're kidding me! He's never gone down on you? Licked your...cunt," I added emphasizing the desire in my tone of voice, and using one of our "dirty, horny" words as we very often called them now.

She giggled erotically. "No...he's never sucked, licked my cunt, not once in all the years we've been married. Said it's not natural, normal for a man to do that to a woman."

"And yet, he asks you to suck his cock," I said trying to see the logic in that though there wasn't any.

"Exactly," she sighed almost despondently, but then smiled at me. "You'd do that?"

"In a heartbeat!"

"Where? When?" She asked obviously even more excited now. The problem was logistics. With the gearshift sitting between us, and the cramped space, eating her out in the front seat of my car was virtually impossible. Though the same was true of hers as well, even more so as she drove an even smaller compact car.

"In the back," I said suddenly. "Get in the back seat Lorraine! I'm going to eat and lick your pussy until you can't take it anymore!"

Like two horny teenage kids at a drive in, we both slid out of the front doors, opening the back and then getting in that way. We'd made ourselves a bit more vulnerable and far more conspicuous perhaps, but as horny and as aroused as we both were, the improbable risk was well worth it. There was plenty of room on my back seat fortunately enough, and Lorraine managed to spread herself fully, only slightly having to sit up as I knelt beside her there on the floor, already my hands and fingers busy at work on her luscious tits as I prepared to dine for the first time on her pussy.

I had barely even licked it, tentatively running and flicking my tongue against her hard precious clit when she cried out ecstatically. "Oh my god! Brian!" She exclaimed, her hands gripping my head, snarling her fingers in my hair as she pressed her cunt even more firmly against my face. I sucked and licked her for all I was worth, feeling her entire body trembling and quivering beneath me as I did that.

I couldn't believe it moments later when she actually pleaded with me to stop. I could tell she was hovering on the edge, the intensity of her climax only seconds away. "Stop! Stop Brian! Please stop!" She begged.

"Why?" I asked still licking her, though not as furiously as I had been. "Aren't you enjoying it?" I asked knowing full well she obviously had been.

"Too much," she moaned trying to catch her breath. "So much...I know I'm going to make one hell of a mess all over your back seat."

"I don't care," I told her. "And don't you either. I want you to come, to enjoy this...as hard and as fully as you can." She relaxed upon hearing that, settled back against her door then and simply moaned, "Make me come then Brian...eat me until I fucking come all over your face!"

She wasn't wrong in her warning either. She did come, explosively, and thoroughly, saturating not only me, but almost the entire back seat of my car as she squirted what felt like gallons of pussy juice. I was enraptured tasting her, feeling her do that, laughing almost hysterically as the pure volume of her climax finally forced me to sit up and back a little, nearly drowning on her pure unadulterated spending.

She too was laughing, happily, content. "I told you, I warned you," she said sitting up further, glancing down at the soaked back seat. "I'm sorry," she said trying to mean it. I just laughed at her.

"No you're not...you enjoyed it too much."

She burst out laughing again. "You're right, I did. Oh my god Brian, that was unfuckingbelievable!"

"Yes it was, and I'm going to do that for you again sometime soon too. But not here, somewhere a whole lot better where you can enjoy it even more...and where I can."

"Hmmm," she sighed imagining that perhaps. "Yes...yes, I'd like that," she purred softly. "Only now...it's your turn. And I'm going to suck every last drop out of you that I can."

I knew without any doubt she would too!

**

Up until now I had kept my pants on of course, being as vulnerable as we were, especially in the backseat of my car. Lorraine still had her skirt and blouse on, though it remained open as I moved up onto the seat now with my jeans and boxers down around my ankles. She leaned over, teasing my cock with her tits, rubbing them back and forth against me until suddenly drawing me deeply into her mouth, sucking me.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned deliriously, feeling this amazing sensation of her mouth as she so expertly gobbled me down. "Oh fuck!" I said again, with an entirely different reason behind it. At that precise moment I caught the quick flash of headlights pulling into the parking area. "Shit!" I exclaimed again, though by now Lorraine too realized someone else had pulled in, slinking down in the seat just as I did.

"Shit!" She exclaimed as well, now worried, and a bit panicked. "What do we do now?" She asked nervously.

"Stay still," I said though already reaching down to begin pulling my pants up, just as Lorraine hurriedly began fumbling with the buttons on her blouse.

The car pulled in to a spot two parking spaces away from us. I sat up slightly looking over, fearful that it might in fact be a cop. It wasn't. I could see two people inside however a man and a woman, telling Lorraine that as she didn't dare sit up enough herself in order to see.

"What are they doing?" She asked. I looked over again, and then laughed.

"I think, the same thing you were about to do to me. Her head just disappeared," I informed her, which now caused her to sit up looking over for herself. Sure enough, there was just enough light to still see by, the man's head tilted back against the seat, the woman nowhere in sight at the moment.

"Now what?" Lorraine asked. "Do you think they know we're back here?"

"Probably. I mean...where else would we be? Two cars parked side by side, and no one sitting in them? And we're certainly not out on the playground," I chuckled. "So yeah...pretty sure they know we're doing something similar to what they are. Obviously they don't seem to mind...do you?"

Lorraine thought about it and then chuckled. "I guess not. Though it appears our secret spot isn't as secret as we thought it was," she added once again laughing at that. "Hell Brian...before too long, there will probably be a whole bunch of cars sitting here with guys getting their dicks sucked!"

"Or women...getting their cunts licked."

"Don't say that...you'll make me all horny again. And I still am anyway. And now even more so...knowing that someone else is doing what I'm about to do to you."

"You're still planning on sucking my dick then?" I asked happily.

"Oh hell yes...and I want you to cry out as loud as you can when you cum too! Give them something to think about," she giggled again. And with that, Lorraine once again had me strip off my pants, back down around my ankles and proceeded to treat me to one hell of a magnificent blowjob. And true to her statement, when I came, I bellowed out a nice hard cry of release, hearing her sucking me dry, swallowing what I knew and felt was a gallon of spunk straight down her throat. I sat looking over at our naughty neighbors. Who in turn were both now sitting there looking at us. I waved, and then they did, and then Lorraine sat up waving as well. The woman's head soon disappeared again however, obviously she wasn't through yet.

"Maybe we should leave, give them some privacy," I suggested.

"Not yet," Lorraine stated. "Let's give them a naughty little show first," she then said surprising me just a little. "Open your door, step outside with your pants off. I'll give you another nice little suck in the open doorway with my tits hanging out, how's that sound?"

"Sounds like someone's a bit of an exhibitionist," I responded back. "You serious?"

"Very...come on, let's do this and then get the hell out of here!"

I pulled my jeans and shorts completely off, throwing everything up into the front seat. Lorraine took off her blouse, now topless though her skirt remained as the two of us opened the door slipping out on my side, making our presence obvious. Sure enough, he looked over, and then she sat up looking over as well, just as Lorraine kneeled right there in the parking lot, once again gathering my reawakened cock back into her mouth, sucking it.

"Fuck babe...keep doing that, I could come again!"

She grinned around my cock. "So...whose stopping you?"

Our neighbors sat watching as sure enough Lorraine managed to get me off again. Not nearly as copiously this time of course, but enough that she put on a pretty good show, this time having me squirt what I could squirt between her tits. At the end of the show, we heard a brief little honk come from their car. They had obviously enjoyed it.

"Time to go," I stated, we were both running late at this point, even though it had been well worth the additional time spent doing all this.

We got into our respective cars, pulled out of the lot with Lorraine turning left, and me turning right. I drove just a few hundred feet, saw a cop car pass me and as I looked in my rear-view, sure enough, saw it pulling into the parking lot of the park. It was the last time we ever went there.

**

Our close encounter had had the effect of throwing cold water over the two of us. After that, we even quit taking unnecessary risks at work as long as anyone else was still there. Only on those evenings where I could stay a bit later, and only then after checking each of the bathrooms to ensure we didn't have another "Liz" episode, did we allow ourselves to get randy with one another. But at least we had that if nothing else. And because of that perhaps, we then did things we might not have done otherwise, though far more assured of being alone and uninterrupted.

I had enjoyed kneeling on the floor, Lorraine actually standing on a step ladder, both of us entirely naked of course, eating her cunt, and doing so for quite some time as decadent as it was. She came forcefully once more, giving me a nice shower from above as she came. But just the fact I had eaten her out that way, her standing, spread just above me, made it all the more erotic for us both. Similarly, Lorraine enjoyed sucking or jerking me off, having me sit or stand in various places around the office, once...having me lay across my desk, butt naked as she devoured my cock most delightfully.

It was also the first time I mentioned the fact I wish I could fuck her like that. We had of course discussed it prior to this, but it had remained the one absolute line in the sand she just wouldn't cross. I hadn't mentioned it, or brought it up again until that moment. Mainly doing so not as a request, but more along the lines of wishful thinking.

"I'll think about it," she told me still sucking my cock. "I am tempted," she added then. "But if we ever do, do that...it has to be someplace other than this, not like this...not the first time at least," she laughed again nervously.

Admittedly I now had my hopes up. I would love nothing more than to finally slip my hard cock inside that super wet velvet glove of hers at some point. But I was also content to wait until the time, and the moment allowed it, and of course...if she did.

That moment came a lot sooner than I could have possibly hoped for.

I had in fact mentioned to Lorraine a week earlier that my wife was going out of town for a few days to visit with her sister. It meant I'd be home alone Friday, Saturday as well as Sunday night. And I knew why my wife was going too. She wanted and needed the time to bounce things off her sister, our time together as husband and wife was drawing to an end, and we both knew it. I fully expected when she came back from her trip to tell me she wanted a divorce, and though she didn't...it was only a month later when that finally did happen. But I'd been expecting, and even prepared for it long before then.

Unfortunately though, weekends weren't conducive for Lorraine and I. She had a life with her husband on the weekends, estranged as their relationship was too. I thus settled back figuring to get a bit more rest and relaxation in, and prepare myself for my soon to be ex-wife's return after her visit.

And then Thursday night, all those plans changed...dramatically.

Once again Lorraine came into work, stopping by my office, slipping me another note. It had been a while since she had, and I found myself quite excited in seeing her bring me one. After she left, I made pretense of needing to make a phone call, got up and closed my door before opening her note.

"Guess what? John's going out of town on business...tomorrow morning!" She'd written. "Which means..." She'd lettered her signature, "HFNG"

I kind of figured out what she meant by that, and a short time later scribbled out a note in response to that, taking it to her shortly before close of business while everyone was very busy getting ready to leave for the day.

I walked down to the file room, handing her a manila file folder with nothing more than several blank sheets of paper in it, her note sandwiched now somewhere in the middle. That had become an additional precaution we'd been taking when passing dirty, naughty notes back and forth between one another.

I had simply written, "You place or mine?"

**

We easily decided on going to my place Friday night after work for several good reasons. One, she was worried that with her husband going out of town, that one of her kids, or even grand kids might just "drop by" in order to check up on her. So her place was definitely out. And though I didn't have the same concerns going to my place, it would take some clandestine effort on both of our parts getting her in there. I didn't want my neighbors accidentally seeing me bring anyone home for one thing, and having that get back to my wife. Lorraine had already shot down the idea of getting a motel or hotel room. Her nervousness at being seen or spotted just too much, especially with the notoriety it might bring as far as her husband's pending appointment went. And she wasn't about to risk the backlash from that in any way shape or form. It was risky enough between us as it was anyway, so the only option then was coming to my place.

We agreed to meet after it got dark. I picked her up from a local grocery store parking lot nearby my house, though even then it wasn't one I frequented too often. She hurriedly climbed into the backseat of my car as we'd already discussed, and then I drove home from there with her safely hidden out of sight in the back seat.

"How long before we're there?" She asked.

"About two minutes is all," I replied back already turning into the subdivision I lived in. "Almost there in fact."

I pulled into the driveway, hit the garage door opener, and then pulled inside, closing it afterwards, remaining there until it had fully closed behind us. "Ok, we're safe now," I said breathing a little easier now myself. Lorraine sat up...I laughed, I couldn't help it. Somehow, some way, between the grocery store and home, she had gotten undressed, now grinning at me like a naked cat who'd just eaten the canary.

"Well? You ready to fuck me senseless or what?"

**

I had already prepared the bedroom ahead of time. I'd even gone out and purchased a fresh set of sheets. I figured I owed her that much at least. I had also gathered up as many candles as I had on hand, lighting those just before I left to pick her up. Thus with the soft music playing on the stereo, the subdued light, the clean fresh linen on the bed, our first coupling ever was well received when she walked into the room right behind me.

"Only one favor to ask," she said crossing over to lay down on the bed.

"Name it."

"Fuck me any way you'd like, as often as you'd like...however you'd like...just not missionary."

"Deal," I said and then took off my own clothes.

**

One of the few things in the bedroom that I actually had, once upon a time enjoyed...was the floor length dressing mirror on the wall facing the bed. If you positioned just right, you could see just about anything from any angle. Lorraine even noticed it first before I pointed it out to her.

"Never watched myself actually fuck before," she said placing herself this way and that, finally kneeling there on all fours as I got behind her. I liked the idea, as she did...watching her tits swing and sway as we actually fucked for the very first time, though I took an inordinate amount of time teasing her first, before actually slipping it to her.

I even ate her first, kneeling behind as she giggled and humped back against me, enjoying the view of my doing that to her.

"Enough already, fuck me!" She demanded. "I need your cock inside my cunt now! You can eat me later, for dessert!" She laughed.

The time had indeed come as I knelt behind her once more, still taking a moment to rub my cock up and down that slick, slippery furrow, and then slowly positioned the head of my dick just at her opening...and slid in. She felt like butter as her cunt consumed me, the entire length of my shaft now buried deeply inside as she moaned deeply, and yet softly. "Oh god, Brian...yes, yes...fuck me, fuck my cunt please! I have wanted to feel this for so long!" She added.

"Me too Lorraine, me too." And so we fucked, slowly at first, and then passionately, wildly, even crazily after a while. Moving from one position into another, taking brief breaks, coming, fucking...and doing it again. I lost track of how many times she climaxed, and surprised at myself for doing so at least three times as well, until I simply couldn't get it up any more.

Even then she lay there by my side, sucking me...never getting me hard again, I was far too spent for that. But her soft, sensual, still very pleasurable blowjob went on for the next two solid hours.

I didn't know that having a soft cock sucked so tenderly, for so long, could be and feel as intense as it was. It was honestly and truly...the best blowjob of my entire life, and I never even came while she did that.

**

I still got her back to the grocery store parking lot by eleven. Once again, the risk of her being out too late, unaccounted for, was simply too great. With an entire day ahead of us on Saturday however, I met her at the same place again around noon, once again driving her home where she hid in the back seat until after the garage door had closed.

It was almost better fucking her right there in broad daylight, though I had enjoyed both with her to the ultimate degree. We frolicked, fucked....teased and pleased one another until exhaustion forced us to part. Even then, once we'd gotten our strength back, we went at it again, fucking her in every conceivable position...but one. The only one that I could think of anyway. She rode me, facing front, reversed, side to side, behind again doggy, which as it turned out, between that one and sitting on me facing front, became her two favorites. So we decided to keep our last and final day just for those two, which we did.

It was earlier Sunday too, as we both knew we had things to do before the night came. So it was all about enjoying ourselves up until the last possible moment, for as long as we could, while we could.

I even fucked her in the garage the moment the door closed, leaning her up against the car, standing together fucking her and then lifting her onto the hood where I literally raped her cunt, with Lorraine screaming out the entire time, begging me to do just that. I wondered afterwards if that had been such a good idea though, it was the only time I really did worry about any of my neighbors actually hearing us.

But it was a damn good fuck, and only one of many as the morning wore on.

I even ate her out again, after filling her full of cum twice by then. I think she had squirted most of it out right back onto me, but regardless, the pure obscene decadence of it all, left us both totally fulfilled, breathless and wanting for nothing by the time I was forced to drive her back again.

It was the best weekend of my entire life, and as it would soon prove out, the last really good weekend I would ever experience for a long, long time after that.

**

Oddly enough, we only fucked one more time after that, at work...on my desk. It wasn't as comfortable as either one of us thought it might be. More naughty-fun than anything perhaps, and so we went back to more orally pleasuring one another, though mutual masturbation seemed to remain our most satisfying staple if you could imagine that. It felt fun, naughty...wicked just doing that, especially in the office after hours. One of the favorite places as it turned out for Lorraine to do that, was in the women's bathroom standing in front of the sink, looking into the mirror. She would stand behind me, jerking my cock, the two of us watching it spurt, watching it very often splash against the glass making a mess of everything. Though we always had plenty of Windex and paper towels to clean up with afterwards.

The craziest thing though, was when she squatted over Liz's wastebasket, while I fingered her, and then made her cum, squirting just enough to hear her juicing inside the can, almost sounding like she was peeing as she did. Only afterwards actually removing the plastic bag, tossing it away and replacing it with a new one.

It was the thought that counted anyway. But it was still damn fucking fun.

And while all this was going on, neither one of us knew at the time that our time together was rapidly approaching the end. But it was best that it did, when it did...for both of us. It made those last final days easier to accept and learn to live with.

Everything seemed to happen all at once less than a month after all this had happened.

By the look on her face as she came into work one day, I knew something was up. She came into my office, closing the door behind her and sat down.

She sighed. "Well, as you probably already know by now, especially since it's been all over the news...John got his appointment."

I had heard. We all had in fact. Both Lorraine and her husband's photos had been all over the news since the past evening. Lorraine was in fact a bit of a celebrity now, like it or not, especially with the buzz out in the office, and everyone standing around trying to look in through my partially drawn blinds. I got up, closing them completely shooing everyone back to work.

"Needless to say, John's asked me to quit. Doesn't want me working any more, said I'd be too busy doing other things," she sighed once again almost in tears now. "So I guess I'm giving you a week's notice."

Being part-time, Lorraine didn't even have to give me that much. And I told her so, but she wanted to stick it out until the end of the week at the very least. Though there were other reasons behind that of course, which I was in a way...grateful for. But that helped me make up my own mind about something else too. I had the previous day been offered a job elsewhere myself. I hadn't as yet made up my mind about taking it, but then did, right then and there. It would be better all the way around for everyone in fact. Especially for Lorraine and I. It would never be the same working here again, and I wasn't sure that I could. Too many memories, and no longer having her here would remind me of that. And so I then told her what my new, just moments ago decision was.

"So I guess we're both leaving then," she said sitting back. "Which I guess, is probably best under the circumstances. I just can't...can't take any risks, for any reason."

"I know. I do understand, though I admit Lorraine, I'm fucking going to miss you...horribly!"

She did cry then, but then so did I. We hugged, even kissed, and eventually laughed about some of the damn dangerous things we had done.

"One last week of naughtiness?" She asked.

"Every night," I assured her. Starting tonight in fact. Plan on me eating you right here on this desk," I said. "I'll make sure I've cleaned it off first though," I then added.

She smiled, stood up, and then walked out to tell Liz and everyone else the news.

We actually had a good-bye party for the two of us that Friday, even though I'd be staying on another week myself. Liz was elated of course, she was getting my job, and I had in fact recommended her. I doubted she'd find anyone to have any fun with in the dungeon the way I had. Nor would I probably ever experience what I had with anyone ever again. Not quite like that anyway.

I was wrong on both counts, though it would be years before I learned that. I had a divorce just ahead of me for one thing. And a future wife who would become my soul mate, who I hadn't met as yet.

All in all, things turned out just right in the end. But I never forgot Lorraine, or the intimacy we shared, the excitement we experienced with one another over that brief year we had together.

I had promised her I wouldn't try and contact her again after that. She said the temptation would simply be too great for her if I ever did. So I honored that, never spoke to her again, or tried to find out whatever happened to her.

That was thirty years ago now. So who knows. But wherever she is...if she still is.

I still remember.

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