And So It Begins
written by:
Norbert

My disapproving frown said it all as I read through the dated memo staring at me from my monitor. ‘To: Gil Rivers. From: Wilma Reddings, Director, HR. Please be advised you have been selected for training on a revolutionary ‘in-house' software will increase your productivity. Training begins today, Friday, at 10:00AM in the Greene Room. Your trainer for the day will be Carly Johnson. Please be on time. Thank you'. My office-mate, Peter Blair, saw my frown and guessed.

"More training Gil?" he laughed.

"Shit yes." I was glad Pete was there. He made life bearable. "You'd think they'd figure out I'm about to be downsized and on the street at the end of the month. Why the hell would they waste their time on this?" I locked up my computer. "Well, I have time to hit the head and grab another coffee. See you later Pete."

Carly Johnson, of all people I thought. I'd never met her, but we had some run-ins via email. She was some sort of prune, I was sure. Officious with no sense of humor, I determined to find a spot far enough away that I could grab a nap.

Standing at the urinal I took a good hard look at myself in the mirror in front of me. Sure, I wasn't as young as most but I earned this company plenty in my years with them. One bad month and it was out the door. Well fuck ‘em, I thought, I'll get as much out of them and take the knowledge with me. As I made my way to the Greene Room I surveyed my life up to now. I had busted my ass from fourteen, my wife ran out on me two years ago and right into the arms of my best friend. I didn't hold it against either - we had problems that went back years and I considered her a shrew and she considered me an ass. Ted was welcome to her and her puritan sex life. It turned out he started to bitch to me about her less than three months after they got married. This brought a smile to my face about the time I sat down.

"I'm so glad that someone is glad to be here." The voice had a soft southern lilt and I looked up into the face that melted me. "I'm Carly, your trainer."

Carly was a tiny woman and definitely not a prune. A bit over five feet and a slight build. She had shed the jacket of her business suit and her fitted blouse and skirt did little to hide her gorgeous shape. Her luscious ass swayed seductively as she paced on shapely legs that reached out from beneath her skirt before returning to stand in front of me again. I felt my heart do a bit of a flip-flop as I stared into her beautiful dark eyes that peaked out from under her brunette bangs. She held out her tiny hand. I stood and took it in mine. It was warm and soft and dry to the touch. She exuded confidence.

"I'm Gil Rivers." I laughed. "I'm about to be laid off so this is a big waste of your time, I'm afraid." She raised her eyebrows in recognition of my name.

"Nonsense! There's no such thing as a waste of time." Her smile was like sunshine and infectious.

"Well, you're very kind but at my age, what am I going to find?" I was trying to face up to the fact I was probably unemployable.

"You might be very surprised Gil. You have a lot of experience and you've made me rethink a few processes, believe me." Did she just give me the once over? "Some people prefer older men. You know, experience and skill over youth and bravado." Carly straightened a stack of pamphlets on the table.

"How old are you Gil?" It was a simple question not meant to pry.

"I'm fifty-one." It felt odd to say it. It seemed like I was twenty-three just a few months ago, spiky hair, ear-rings, chains and bouncing across a bar stage playing in my punk band.

"Why, that's not old at all!" She turned and looked into my eyes. "Like I said, experience and skill are worth a lot more than youth and bravado."

"And how old are you if you don't mind me asking." It was my turn to explore a little.

"No, I don't mind at all. I'm twenty-six." I guess something showed on my face because she added "and to me age is nothing but a number."

The way she looked at me made my heart jump, as well as my dick. All of a sudden the only thing I could imagine was Carly naked. I gave myself a mental shake and took my seat again at the head of the conference table just as the other suckers entered the room.

The training droned on and on. My eyes were riveted to every move that Carly made and I was sure, a few times, she was returning my gaze. It wasn't until the smokers in the room began whining, me being the loudest, did we take a short ten minute break. We returned after having polluted our lungs to find Carly waiting by the door. We took our seats and waited for the next bit to begin. She dimmed the lights and as she passed by my chair, tossed something into my lap and proceeded to the front of the room. Reaching down to inspect I was both shocked and thrilled by the tiny, damp thong that I rolled between my fingers. Looking up I saw Carly staring right at me a smile touching the corners of her mouth. Feeling bolder, I rolled the damp fabric between my fingers and brought them to my nose, inhaled and then licked her scent away and smiled back at her.

Carly strolled about the room as she continued her presentation, pausing every now and then as she made a point or emphasized some feature of the software, until she stood close beside me. Feeling brave in the darkness and cocky because of the unexpected gift, I dropped my hand to my side and felt for her leg. I began tracing lines up the inside, starting at the calf and working my way up. When I got to her knee she shifted and planted her feet further apart. Seeing this as an invitation and, considering the rest of the attendees were staring at the screen at the other end of the room, I continued my journey upwards over her soft, warm thigh. Carly didn't miss a beat, nor did her voice change as my fingers began to close in their target. I felt her rest her hand on my upper shoulder and her fingers began to caress my neck. Carly turned up the audio of her presentation, advising the class this was a very important bit of information. I took that as a cue and ran my hand further up until my fingers came into contact with her warm, wet, bald pussy and I felt her fingers clench my shoulder.

I was amazed that she was so wet. Her lips were slick and my fingers slid effortlessly along them. Boldly, I parted then when I found her entrance and gently, but persistently, pushed a finger inside her. Her fingers clenched my shoulder and I was certain I heard her stifle a cry but I dared not look up at her for fear of drawing attention. Somehow knowing she was looking down at me, I withdrew my fingers and slowly sucked them into my mouth to taste her.

I had just dropped my fingers from my mouth when the training session ended. Carly was standing beside me, still looking the professional, when she asked for the lights. She, again, worked the room, answering questions, until we finally concluded and she thanked everyone for coming out. As the bodies were filing out the door she called in a loud voice.

"Gil? Gil Rivers? I need you to stay and go over your paperwork, please."

Afraid the lump in the front of my pants would be too visible, I sat there until the last of the trainees filed out the door. Carly, the consummate professional, shut the door, turned and walked across the room towards me.

"I always knew there was something special about you." I believed I actually saw her blushing. "I looked you up on the company webpage after the last email battle." I was at a loss for words. "I know I shouldn't have but I was curious. I liked the way you weren't afraid to call some of the errors in the programs we were testing."

"I wasn't aware that the programs being tested involved messing around with the trainer." I smiled. "Even at my age though, Carly, I find you very sexy." I reached for her hand and pulled her close to me. "And you have the sweetest tasting pussy." I stood, hoping she would see my hard on.

"I meant what I said about experience over youth." She was so close I could see the pulse in her neck from her heartbeat.

"Look," I started. "I'm an old guy Carly. I'm going to be out of here the end of the month and I doubt I'm going to find anything. I thought this training was a waste of company time and money but it's been the best thing that's happened to me in a long while." I turned and smiled at her. "It's been a long time since a young thing like you ever found anything in an old guy like me."

Carly smiled the warmest smile I had seen in a long time and as I pulled her closer, her lips opened and pressed against mine. She slumped into my six foot frame and pressed herself against my cock. Her tongue shot into my mouth and I met it with mine. In the building frenzy, I reached down and cupped her ass, working her skirt up until my hands were filled with soft, warm ass.

"I want you." I hissed between kisses. "Right here, right now."

"We can't." Came her ragged reply. "It's too risky."

"Fuck the risk. They can fire me if they want to. I'm gone at the end of the month." I argued.

"But I'm not." She pushed herself away. "I have a few years left in me yet." She gave me a playful grin. "There's more than one way to skin a cat. Sit down."

I sat back down in the nearest chair. Carly stood before me, leaned down and put her hands on the arms. She bent lower and kissed me hard again. This time, unencumbered by her ass, I reached forward and ran my fingers up the insides of her thighs until I felt her hot and slippery pussy. I ran my finger along her lips to her opening and pushed it inside. Carly gave a pleasured grunt at the invasion. I felt her muscles contract around my digit and she emitted a soft groan as I began to slowly finger-fuck her.

"Oh yessss." She hissed as she pulled her lips away from mine. "Finger my wet pussy Gil. I want it so bad."

I reached with my other hand and cupped one of her tits. I felt like a true reprobate fondling this woman who could have been a daughter but, quite frankly, I was too horny to care.

I felt Carly's hands drop to my lap and begin to unzip my slacks. Once open, her tiny hand reached inside and wrestled my stiff cock into submission. Extracting it like a victor, she looked into my eyes and smiled.

"I'm going to enjoy this very much." She licked her lips and began to sink to her knees. "I hope you enjoy it too." She gave a tiny squeal as my finger slipped from her sopping pussy and brushed the wrong way across her clit. Once she was on her knees before me, she looked up and smiled one last time before opening her mouth and engulfing my cock.

It was though I had been shocked. The heat of her mouth, her tongue, her tiny fist pistoning up and down my cock as she worked more and more of it into her mouth was all too much for me and I knew I wasn't going to last long. It had been quite a while since I had received a blow job but I had never received one as fantastic as this one and I groaned to Carly I couldn't last. Carly responded by pulling herself off my cock.

"Stand up." She ordered.

"What?" I couldn't believe she was putting me off.

"Stand up," she panted. "I want you to fuck my face."

I shakily stood up and Carly raised herself so my cock was at mouth height. I was too far gone to care whether someone walked in on us or not. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against the head and stopped. I put my hand behind her head to pull her closer and felt her lips part as my cock slipped in. Her lips and tongue felt utterly fantastic.

I gripped both sides of her head and began to thrust myself into her mouth, driving in and withdrawing just as if I was fucking her sweet pussy. I had never felt this powerful with a woman before in my life and it truly was an aphrodisiac. My thrusts became more forceful and my cock worked further into her mouth and down her throat. All the while, Carly cooed and groaned as I sawed my cock over her lips.

True to my thoughts, I felt my balls draw tighter as my load of cum came to a boil. With a grunt of total satisfaction, my cock erupted and began to spurt great gob after gob into Carly's mouth. She struggled a bit with the quantity but swallowed fiercely, swallowing every drop. Carly finally let my spent member slip from her lips and I slumped down into the chair. She looked up and smiled, her tongue swirling around her lips to pick up the last traces of my seed.

"That was delicious." She purred. "I just love the taste of cum." She reached for a chair and wheeled it over so she could sit down. As she was on the edge, I pulled her face to me and kissed her hard, not worrying about the faint taste of cum on her lips.

"Your turn Ms. Johnson." I gave her a lecherous grin as I sank to my knees in front of her.

Spreading her legs and putting each over the arms of the chair, I was somewhat surprised that her pussy had gotten so wet that the insides of her thighs were shiny from her leaking pussy. Even after understanding that, without hair, there was no place for it to go.

"Did I tell you that I love the taste of pussy?" I asked as I pressed my face against her soaking wet center and licked her from ass to the top of her clit. Her low groan was satisfying but I wanted to hear more. Sucking her protruding lips into my mouth, I began to tease her, rubbing my tongue along her slit. I felt her hands go to my head and pull my face tighter to her pussy.

"Oh, fuck that's delicious." She hissed as I continued my assault.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue across it. Admittedly, Carly had the sweetest pussy I had ever tasted and that only added fuel to my attack.

Using my fingers, I pulled her pussy lips wide open and licked the exposed flesh. This caused Carly to writhe on the chair as a low guttural moan escaped her lips. It seemed as though a fresh wash of pussy juice escaped from within and I greedily gobbled every drop.

"Oh Gil," she panted. "Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?" She squealed again and, holding my head steady, slammed her crotch tighter against me and began to scrape her hairlessness against my mouth.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkk!" She groaned like an animal in heat. "Please make me cum, Gil." She choked. "Please!"

Wanting to give her as much pleasure as she gave me, I fastened my lips on her clit and began to suck and brush across it with my tongue. This brought a whole new reaction from her so it was no surprise when she began to buck like a bitch in heat when I slipped two fingers into her and began to finger fuck her in earnest.

I glanced up for a second, just enough time to realize that she had grabbed her jacket and had stuffed a part of it into her mouth in an effort to keep the noise down as her orgasm built.

"Ooomfff, ooooffff, ooooofffff, ffffffuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!" Her muffled cries still carried to my ears as she broached the crest until, when her orgasm finally hit with force, she arched herself into my mouth and froze as my tongue beat a tattoo across her clit.

Finally, as her orgasm subsided, she was too weak to put up any resistance. Standing, I was pleasantly surprised that my cock had grown to its full stiffness again. In fact, it was harder than it had been in years.

I stood and gripped her by the arms and drew her from her chair. Her body lolled as I directed her to the edge of the table and bent her over, her tits flattening against the table top.

"Gil, we can't." She argued feebly as I took my place behind her. "What if we get cau - oh gawd shove that cock in me!" There was a serious change in tune as she felt my cock head rub along her glistening, soaking gash. With a stab, I sank my length into her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!" I pushed farther into her until I felt my pelvis come to rest against her ass. "Ohhhhhhhh fuck me, fuck me nowwwwwwwww."

She could feel my cock begin to slide against her walls as I began to withdraw. I slammed back into her and Carly was just able to get her jacket pressed against her mouth as she involuntarily let out a yowl.

Finding it difficult to really delve into her,I reached down and gripped her right thigh, lifting it and bracing it high by holding onto the table edge. This opened her wide to me and I began to really pound her sweet bald pussy for all I was worth. I wanted her naked, I wanted to see her body and I wanted to spend hours exploring every inch. Whether or not that would ever happen was anybody's guess, but for the moment, I was going to enjoy this amazing piece of ass. I reached up and reached for her tit as I continued to pound into her and pawed at it through her blouse. She must've been wearing the flimsiest bra, for her hard nipple was obvious to my palm and fingers.

"Squeeze my tits Cal," she hissed. "Just like that," as I pinched and twisted her nipple. "Oh this is heavenly."

I'm not sure if it was her talking in her sweet, sexy voice or the fact that I was almost twice her age, but I knew I wasn't going to last much longer and I wanted her to cum with me. Releasing her tit, I brought my hand down and forced it between her and the table and began to swipe across her clit. This drove her absolutely crazy and she began to hump herself against me even harder, moaning her approval of my actions into her jacket.

When Carly's orgasm finally hit her, her pussy walls constricted and clenched at my shaft. I had never felt anything that tight before in my life and it was enough to send me over the edge. My cum shot into her stream after stream as she howled into the jacket she had pressed against her face. My knees felt weak and my legs began to tremble. Fearing I'd make too much of a mess for her, I leaned forward against the table and held on as spasm after spasm wracked my body. Finally, once I was certain I had finished shooting, I grabbed a nearby chair and fell back into it, panting and struggling for breath.

It seemed to take Carly ages to regain her composure and, chuckling, she was finally able to upright herself.

"My, my," She chided. "I was so right about you." She smiled as she looked at me. "You are a wonderful lover." I watched as she closed her eyes and smiled to herself.

"Everything alright?" I asked.

"Yes everything is wonderfully amazing." She said dreamily. "I love the feeling when cum oozes out of my pussy. It just feels so wonderfully real."

She was standing mere inches away from me, so I reached between her legs and began to smear my cum all over her pussy as Carly cooed at the attention.

"You know, you're going to get me all hot again and we're going to have to fuck again, don't you? She said dreamily.

"I'm counting on it." I stated matter of factly. "What time do you finish?" I looked at my watch, it was 3:45. Surely someone would be missing one of us.

"Well, whenever I want." She smiled. "Do you have something in mind?" There was that coyness again.

I stood up and gripped her shoulders and kissed her hard. I wasn't too surprised that she reciprocated, but I was grateful.

"Let's spend some time together." I asked a bit too anxious. "Just the two of us." Carly smiled up at me.

"I think that would be a wonderful thing to do." She spun away and looked over her shoulder at me as I tried to put myself back together. "I think we should have a talk though."

"Alright," I was too thrilled to worry about a topic. For all I cared, she could want to discuss the theory of evolution and I wouldn't have cared in the slightest. "How about dinner?"

"Dinner sound like a great place to start the weekend, don't you?" She gave me a wink.

Just then, there was a knock on the door and it opened slightly. One of the HR secretaries popped her head inside.

"Oh, just checking." She smiled apologetically. "I was just making sure the rooms were empty."

"We're just finishing up." Carly never missed a beat.

Dinner was enjoyable right from the onset. I followed her to her restaurant of choice and, opening the door to assist her out of her car, was treated to Carly spreading her legs wide and revealing her still naked pussy. She smiled seductively.

"I do hope you like the menu, Cal." She teased.

"Well, I've already seen the desert menu so the rest doesn't matter much to me." I smiled as she took my arm and we walked through the door.

The dinner was passable but the conversation was as delightful as it was informative. Carly was well-off financially in her own right so she didn't have to rely on anyone for anything. Her marriage was one that I questioned, being open and all, both selecting partners at will with the only two rules being to never share the marriage bed and to share every intimate detail possible. Again, I found it difficult to get my head around this ‘new' style of marital understanding. Carly was, and it came as no surprise, bi-sexual and was very particular about her relationships - male or female. There had to be something more substantial than a quick fuck in a closet somewhere. There had to be a friendship first and even, more preferably, love.

Somewhere inside this carefree in-the-now spirit, there was a sadness that I picked up on. Perhaps it was the phrases she chose. Statements like "My husband Jim loves to tit-fuck and, as you can see, I really can't do much about that" and motioning to her smaller chest. Perhaps she found a comfort that afforded her the opportunity to speak things never before spoken but I reached out during one of her silences and took her hand.

"You know, I can't see why he would want to look anywhere else." I smiled tenderly. "I couldn't stand sharing you with another man." Carly stared at me, her eyes filling with tears.

"I think you're delusional." She scoffed. "No self-respecting man should want me for anything more than a roll in the sack or a quick blowjob."

"Really?" I was somewhat taken aback by this but I wanted to hear just how she arrived at that conclusion. "Care to elaborate for me?"

Carly's eyes darted around the restaurant and then at her watch, perhaps looking for an escape excuse.

"Come on," I teased. "Fess up." I was surprised by the immediate change in her attitude. From carefree to careful and choosing her words with care.

"Maybe later," she laughed and drained her wineglass. "Now, do I just follow you or do I have to guess where you live?"

Carly was right on my tail as I pulled into my driveway. Again I went to help her out of her car and again I was treated to the visual feast of her engorged pussy. I waved to one of the neighbors who seemed to take an interest at the young woman that appeared.

"I am so horny Cal." She breathed in a hushed voice. "I hope you are too."

"Trust me, I am." I could feel the tightening in my crotch. I led her ‘properly' to the front door.

Once inside with the door closed, it was something entirely different. Carly wrapped her arms around my neck as I leaned down to kiss her. When I stood, she jumped and wrapped her legs around my waist and began to grind her pussy against my hard cock. I carried her into the living room and gently lowered her to the couch. Taking my place beside her, we made out like a couple of teenagers, the exception being that she kissed better than I had ever been kissed before.

Her hands were busy sliding over the fabric that encased my cock and balls, as my fingers fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. Once that was open, next was her bra. I gave up a prayer of thanks that it was a front closure that was pretty easy to unclasp. I revealed her perfectly shaped breasts, each tipped with an equally beautiful nipple. They were gorgeous - no - perfect.

Carly's tongue danced in my mouth and her hands deftly worked my zipper down and removed my cock from its confinement. She cooed softly as she stroked my length. Following her lead, I let my fingers slide from her tits to her thighs and I worked them up to her pussy.

"Oh yesss, baby." She murmured. "Play with my pussy."

I slid my fingers along her sopping lips, from clit to ass hole which raised a hiss from her clenched teeth. I kissed my way down her neck until I had her nipple between my lips and began to suckle and chew on the hard nub. I felt her tiny hand take my shaft into her hand and begin to stroke my length while murmuring in my ear how much she loved what I was doing to her pussy. She drove me on to new heights telling me how wet I made her and how she loved the feeling of my cock in her earlier that day. By this time, I had two fingers sliding in and out of her and between gasps she told me how much she loved being finger-fucked by a man.

I returned to her lips and we kissed passionately. I could taste the salty sweat as it formed on her upper lip and felt her breathing increase as her arousal built tandem to mine.

"I'm going to cum." I croaked.

"I know," she grunted in response. "So am I." Her pelvis was arching, searching for something to make contact with her clit. "Play with my clit baby," she panted. "Make me cum. I want to cum with you."

She could feel me twitching and I was moaning like crazy and Carly deftly pointed my cock at her belly and chest even as the first tremors of her own orgasm were hitting her.

"Cum on me baby." She moaned. "Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm! Oh fuck I'm cummmmmiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnngggggg!"

That was more than enough stimulation and my cock erupted sending long strings of cum along her belly and up to her tits. I groaned like a bear as each pulse hit me until I was finished shooting and the remnants seeped out of the tiny eye. I collapsed on her, fighting for my breath. This was way better than the few times I went this route with any one of my old girlfriends.

I jumped up, realizing I probably came all over Carly's skirt and blouse and noticing the stains on my slacks and shirt. Carly just gave me a lazy smile and began to smear my cum allover her tits. She finished by licking her fingers clean.

"Did I tell you that I absolutely love the taste of cum?" she drawled. Maybe it was for shock value and maybe it was just a statement of fact but she added, "I love it best when I'm licking it out of my girlfriend's pussy." She suddenly laughed and I realized my jaw must've fallen open.

"Would you mind if I borrowed your shower?" She began to sit up. "I need to clean up a bit."

"No, not at all," I figured that was it for my big night and it wasn't even eight o'clock. "It's the first door on your right just past the kitchen." Carly stopped and held out her hand.

"You don't expect me to shower alone, do you?"

I followed her like a puppy watching admiringly as she dropped her clothes along the way until she was naked except for her thigh-highs. She turned at the bathroom door and leaned against it and became, at that moment, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life.

"Can you do something really special for me?" She was looking at me with something I couldn't quite figure out. "Would you mind shampooing my hair? It's something I just find so intimate and loving."

"For you, the world." I smiled and reached out to touch her cheek.