Office Christmas Party
written by:
Norbert

Office Christmas parties - I really hate them! The phoniness it brings out in people where worst ‘enemies' become best friends as alcohol dulls the senses. It strips away the ‘big-bad business' façade and, in some cases, actions are witnessed by office competitors and then filed away for future leverage.

I sat in a corner and watched and listened - strictly as an exercise in observing human nature for I had no aspirations for career advancement. I was holding a spot as a junior intern until the end of July and then was retuning to university for my final year. I knew full well this tech corp was not a company that I wanted to work for. To me it had all the elements of the business world I wanted to avoid - with the exception of some fine eye-candy, and I just wanted the clock to hit the magic hour when I could get away from these people.

"Not having a good time?" I looked up into the face of Gretchen Purdy. Gretchen was our HR contact, and was quite surprised that she deigned even to speak to me. She was gorgeous and quite often the center of male speculation. She had a body that would stop traffic and a face that I, at least, fantasized about looking up from between my thighs after a magnificent blowjob or looking up breathless after an amazing fuck session. She was, I was led to believe, stuck-up and, if the office gossip was true, nothing more than a tease. I had been watching her and the way she schmoozed the managers, laughing at their jokes, shaking her massive tits, making sure her ass swayed delectably as she walked from one group to another. I lost track of her when one of the other interns

I gave her a once over, even more impressed up close with her red and black suit, white blouse - unbuttoned to show her ample cleavage - and dark hose and stilettos. Her long dark hair hung loose over her shoulders and framed her beautiful face. Pretty damn fine for a woman in her early forty's I thought.

"I just have a lot on my mind," I lied. She gave me a questioning look and sat down beside me.

"I can smell a load of crap a mile away," she chuckled. "Personally, I can't wait till I can get the hell out of here." Her perfume wafted through the air and I thought it really suited her. I watched as she set her empty plastic glass down.

"Can I get you another punch?" I offered.

"No thanks," she shook her head. "That cheap stuff will kill you." I laughed because I had been thinking the exact same thing.

"I'd have thought that the higher-ups would've spent a little more on the refreshments," I reasoned. Gretchen gave me a sideways look and laughed coldly.

"If it doesn't affect the bottom line then they're not interested and won't invest," she gave me a hard look. "Booze included."

"Well, if I didn't think I'd be swamped, I have a bottle of bourbon in my backpack," I whispered conspiratorially. Gretchen looked at me for a moment and then abruptly stood up.

"Michael, I need to speak with you in my office," she announced loudly enough that some faces turned in our direction. "Please bring your coat and back-pack with you." With that she turned on her heel and walked away. Fucking great, I thought. Here it was, two weeks before Christmas and I was being axed for having a bottle in my backpack.

I received a few pats on the back as I made my way to Gretchen's office and, as I poked my head in the door, she was already sitting behind her desk, papers at the ready.

"Come in and close the door please Michael," her voice had that ‘official' tinge to it.

"Look, I'd like to explain," I started as I closed the door, but Gretchen was already standing up.

"There's nothing to explain," she started. "You said you brought a bottle of bourbon onto the premises and you didn't feel like being mauled if you tried to pour a decent drink. Now you can." She smiled as she held out a glass to me.

"Only if you'll join me," I stammered as I sat down and fished the bottle from my bag.

"Maybe a small one," she came around leaned her ass against her desk and waited while I poured a quantity of alcohol in a glass and splashed some water over it. Handing her the glass, I admired her shapely legs that reached to the floor.

"Merry Christmas," I offered a toast and we sipped in silence for a few moments.

Eventually Gretchen and I spoke of the corporation and how she married into corporate America. She took a step forward and sat down in the chair beside me and then we went off on a tangent of personal information - home life, holiday plans and such and it wasn't long before we were into our second and third drink. I was surprised to learn that Gretchen had been orphaned at a young age and Christmas wasn't special to her at all. It would consist of watching movies and a quick meal and early to bed.

"Whew, it's getting warm in here," she laughed as she set down her glass. I watched as she removed her jacket and marveled as her cleavage jiggled temptingly and stared at her legs as her skirt rode up. Gretchen caught me and smiled.

"When I was younger, they were much shapelier," she stretched her leg out and ran her hand along its length. "They used to drive the guys wild." She chuckled at the memory.

"They still look damn fine to me and I'm twenty years younger than you." I smiled.

"Twenty years?" she raised her eyebrows. "I didn't know you were in your thirties." I gave her a puzzled look. "My dear boy," her words were starting to slur. "I'm fifty-two years of age." My jaw must've hit the floor.

"What? You thought I was younger?" It was obvious that the liquor was getting to Gretchen. "Oh I could kiss you." She got up and did a bit of a pirouette and sat down on my lap. Not knowing what to do, I grabbed her ass to keep her from falling onto the floor.

"You know, a woman loves to hear she looks younger than she is." She took my face in her hands and turned it so she was staring into my eyes. "Keep that up and you'll have women eating out of your hands."

She was still looking into my eyes as I reached up and brushed her hair from her face. Without thinking of the consequences I gently drew her to me. Our lips pressed against each others - gently at first - but then harder until our tongues began assaulting each others and I felt her hands on my face. Like any horny twenty-two year old, my hands went directly to her tits, which were soft and pliable, and then to her shapely legs. I began stroking the silkiness along the inside of her thigh. Gretchen shoved her tongue farther into my mouth and I naturally assumed it was an invitation to go further. I slid my hand up further until I was rubbing her damp pantied crotch. Gretchen let her left leg slide down mine, opening herself to my fingers.

"Oh, that feels so good," she panted between kisses. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I pressed my fingers against her clit and rubbed harder hearing her softly moan against my lips. I could feel her getting wetter by the second and her pussy beginning to open with her arousal. I slipped my finger under the leg band of her panties and began to stroke the soft slippery flesh. Gretchen moaned louder against my lips. I pushed the fabric aside and slowly pushed my finger into her.

"Oh Michael that feels wonderful," she sighed and she buried her head against my shoulder, emitting the occasional moan or sigh as my fingers massaged the sensitive areas deep inside her pussy.

With my finger all wet and gooey from her pussy juices, I brought my fingers to our lips. We both licked her juices from them and I slipped them into her mouth to lick clean.

"What are you going to do now Michael?" she asked breathlessly.

"I'm going to lay you on your desk and fuck you." I taunted. To add credence, I pressed my thumb against her clit and pushed two fingers deep inside of her.

"Then best you lock my door." She slurred as she got to her feet.

I went over and quietly turned the office door lock and when I turned back, Gretchen had dropped her skirt to the floor and red mesh panties framed her trimmed pussy ‘vee' and her magnificent tits were spilling over the matching bra. I wondered who ever it was that thought she was just a tease obviously had never spent any social time with her. She was older than me by far but had a body of a much younger woman and was obviously very sexual when she wanted to be - because she was standing before me, in very sexy under things, thigh-high hose and high-heels. My cock was rock hard and begging to be let loose for the onslaught.

"If we get caught," she warned, "we're done-for." She walked towards me making sure I was getting an eyeful of her charms.

"If we get caught," I chuckled, "they can fire me and I'll smile all the way out the door." I grabbed her ass and massaged it as I pulled her towards me for another soulful kiss enjoying the feeling of her tits mashing flat against my chest. .

I took her by the hand and led her around the desk. I sat down in her chair and Gretchen slid into the spot in front of me. By now we were nothing more than randy hormones seeking release and I pulled Gretchen down to kiss and suck on her tits through her bra as I stroked the insides of her thighs up to her sopping pussy.

"Tell me what you want me to do." Her voice sounded breathy in my ears.

"I want you to suck my cock." Gretchen smiled knowingly and immediately dropped to her knees. I watched her hands fumble with my belt and pants and closed my eyes so I could really enjoy the sensations. There was a brief blast of cool air before it was replaced by something hot and wet as Gretchen's lips closed over my cock. She alternated between sucking me deep into her mouth and then pulling off and licking me from my balls right up to the head. She was certainly the best cocksucker I had ever experienced and had deftly removed my slacks, briefs and socks while she worked away on me. All the while a little voice in my head was telling me to blow my load into her mouth the other voice was telling me to take my time and do her up right. I pulled off my sweater and tee shirt

I pulled her head away and her warm, soft lips released my cock. We stared at each other with wild eyes. Never, in my life, had I wanted to fuck someone as much as I wanted to fuck Gretchen right there and then.

"Get on the desk." I ordered breathlessly.

I watched as she raised herself from her knees and, as she turned to make certain nothing was going to impale her, I stood and pushed her face down onto the desk. I gripped her panties and pulled them down over her ass and thighs. I grabbed my cock and rubbed its bulbous head over her pussy and Gretchen, knowing what was coming, kicked her panties off the rest of the way and drew her knee up onto the desk to allow me unimpeded access.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Gretchen asked. "I mean, I'm an old woman."

Rather than answering, I stabbed her with my cock and felt it get drawn into her molten innards. Gretchen groaned loudly and I marveled at how tight she was as her pussy clenched my cock. I withdrew till just the tip of the head touched her pussy lips and then shoved with all my might until I was buried deep inside of her.

"Oh gawd Michael," she panted, "your cock feels soooooo good!" I banged hard against her again. "It's been so loooonnnnggggg."

"What do you do when you're not getting fucked?" I taunted.

"Fingers, toys." she grunted, "but nothing beats a hard cock." She groaned aloud as I shoved against her.

I wanted to know more about this little twist - this gorgeous and sexy woman resorting to ‘self-abuse'. I pulled my cock out of her, much to her disappointment, and had her roll over onto her back, but not before I jabbed my cock against her lips until she yielded and opened her mouth.

"Now you get to taste what I want to taste," I breathed, "your pussy."

I let Gretchen gobble me for a few minutes until I wanted to be inside of her again and I pulled myself away from her mouth. I sat back down in her chair and pulled myself towards her open gash. Sniffing her arousal, I pressed my mouth against her pussy and began to feast. It didn't take long before I felt her hands on my head, directing me here and there, making certain all of her sensitive areas were being satisfied with my tongue.

Her pussy was better than any others I had the pleasure of tasting and Gretchen was responding like she hadn't had oral sex ever before. She had released my head and I looked up from between her thighs to see that she had somehow discarded her bra and was tugging at her puffy nipples, twisting them until her sighs seemed to fill the room.

She came as I sucked and slathered my tongue across her clit, bucking against my mouth, and I knew it was time to finish the task at hand. Standing, I gripped my cock and pushed it against her open pussy until it was swallowed up inside of her. I leaned forward and we kissed like we had been lovers for years as I hammered into her.

"Oh Michael you're an amazing lover," she panted as I plowed into her over and over. "I want you to cum inside me."

Here I was, banging the office ‘tease' - a woman that was over twice my age yet was able to arouse and bring out the horniness in me not to mention every other male in the building. Gretchen was, in my humble opinion, the best asset for this shitty company and I was getting the best of the bargain as I was the guy pushing my cock into her hard and fast, feeling her clench me with every stroke. Gretchen reached down between us and began to stroke her clit, wanting to cum again, and I knew I wasn't going to hold out much longer.

It was amazing to see how she got into it. Bucking her pussy up to get the most out of every thrust until, with a growl, I released my seed. Shot after shot spewed forth deep inside her pussy just as she began to cum as well. Her cunt gripped me tighter than I could have imagined and she was yelping, feeling my cum splatter against her inner walls. When I was finished shooting my load inside her, I collapsed on top of her reclining body. I kissed her tenderly as my fingers toyed with her nipples.

"I have to watch how much I drink and who I drink with," Gretchen chuckled. "This could be addictive."

"And that's a bad thing?" I panted against her neck. "This is the best Christmas party I've ever been to."

"Well, you're the best lover I've had in years," she chuckled. "At any age."

"I want more." I gingerly pinched her nipples.

"Whoa cowboy." She seemed to come back to her senses. "This just happened. Nothing was planned and it can't happen again even though I wouldn't mind it either. If we ever got caught..."

"No one has to know," I countered. Gretchen looked at me with a funny look on her face, as if contemplating the ramifications, and then gave herself a shake.

"Well, right now it's," she looked at her watch and started laughing. "Oh my word, it's almost seven. The cleaners will be here any moment." She gave me a shove that caused me to slip out of her warm, wet pussy.

"Hey!" I protested, and watched her laughing as she slid off her desk. Laughing with her, I lightly grabbed her neck and pulled her downwards as I flopped back into her chair. Gretchen didn't resist as I brought her face towards my crotch.

"After that rude ending," I chuckled, "the least you can do is clean me up a bit, don't you think?" She looked up with a wicked grin on her face.

"Well, I can't have you getting dressed all sticky and wet, can I?" With that, she took my softening cock in her hand and began to lick and suck our combined juices off of it. Her lips were soft and she took her time being very deliberate in her actions until I was clean as a whistle. Before she rose off her knees, she kissed the head lovingly and then worked her way up my body until her lips were pressed against mine, her tongue exploring my mouth.

"Come on lover-boy," she said softly as she broke from our kiss. "We really do have to get out of here."

As we dressed, I noticed the little things like Gretchen making certain her hose were straight but not bothering to put on her panties or her bra. Her nipples, straining at the fabric, only made me want to have her again and again. I thought she was extremely sexy and hot when I believed her to be in her forties, but finding out she was in her fifties just made it all that much more exciting. When she donned her long fur coat, she looked over the top sexy.

Finally dressed in my jacket, I did a once over and saw she had left her under things on her desk and I scooped them and tucked them in my back pack. Gretchen opened the door and peered outside. The party was over and as we walked through to the lobby, half-empty paper cups and half-eaten plates of food was all that remained. I heard Gretchen chuckle.

"I think we may have dodged a bullet, young man." When she looked over at me I noticed a raw excitement in her eyes. I reached out and touched her hand feeling her fingers slide between mine and squeeze.

"Did you want to get caught with me?" I asked.

"Well, being in the position of there being a possibility of getting caught certainly adds to the excitement, don't you think?" She squeezed my hand again. "Besides, had we been caught," she turned and pressed herself against me. "I would've taken quite a bit of pleasure in telling the office bitches that I had an amazing time with a man thirty years my junior and he certainly curled my toes."

In the elevator, I kissed her again and reached underneath her coat to play with her massive tits again. She responded as no other woman I had ever been with and almost swooned, groaning lowly against my lips, her nipples almost popping into hard nubs against my palm.

In silence, we watched the elevator doors opened and we stepped into the lobby as proper co-workers. We said good-night to the security officer and left the building giving each other a covert look. It was snowing big fat snowflakes and Gretchen tilted her face towards the sky.

"Today has been the perfect day, hasn't it?" When she turned towards me she looked absolutely radiant with snowflakes in her hair and hanging on her eyelashes.

"Well, to be honest," I smiled and slid my arm around her waist, "I think you made it that way." Gretchen started to laugh but caught herself as she saw the look on my face.

"Do you drive Michael?" her voice was soft and soothing.

"No, I'll grab the bus," I laughed. "I'm only an intern, remember?"

"Walk me to my car and I'll drive you home." She started to lead the way across the parking lot.

"Tell you what," I said as we got to her car, "you fire it up and I'll clean it off, as payment."

The snow was thick and it took me a few minutes to brush the snow off all the windows, lights and engine hood. By the time I climbed into the passenger seat the car was rather toasty.

"Well thank you Michael," I heard her voice in the semi-darkness, "you certainly saved me having to deal with that." She leaned across and kissed me softly. "And let me do this." I turned to look at her, puzzled until she sat back and opened her fur coat to reveal her naked form cocooned within.

"Were you serious when you said you wanted more?" Her voice was sultry and sexy but had a tinge of uncertainty to it. I reached over and ran my hand from her neck, down over her tit, lower still until I was sliding my fingers over her pussy lips.

"If that doesn't answer your question, could you ask me tomorrow over breakfast?" I smiled. "Or maybe even Sunday brunch."

The driving was treacherous and as much as I wanted to maul her body, caution dictated that I keep my hands to myself - but not my eyes - and I ogled Gretchen's body as she drove on competently through the snowstorm. Red lights meant I had a chance to kiss her and to play with her tits and pussy, and afforded her the opportunity to tug my cock out of my slacks and caress its length.

"You must think I'm a crazy old broad preying on someone as young as you," she spoke as we drove.

"Not at all," I laughed. "If you recall, I think I started all of this."

"Ah, but had I not wanted it to happen, it never would have." Her voice had a hint of defiance in it.

"So what?" I countered. "Now you're going to play the age card?"

"Well, I am older than you by far," I cut her off, not wanting to hear her excuses.

"And you are far sexier than women half your age, more beautiful than most," I reached over and tweaked her nipple, "and far more sexual than any I have ever experienced. I'm here because I want to be here."

"I think you're here because you're going to get fucked," she laughed.

"Well, I think I'm here because we get along, we're both lonely," I cradled her tit in my hand and kissed her gently on the neck, "and we both want to get fucked." Gretchen laughed at my honesty.

"You're very right about that," she said huskily, "I do want more of this." She laid her hand along the length of my exposed cock. "I want this and a whole lot more." I sat back and just enjoyed the feeling of her warm hand stroking my length, sliding over the smooth skin and, occasionally, smearing the pre-cum over the head.

"Well, I want you to do something for me," I said lazily. Her hand stroking my cock was having a very soothing affect on me.

"Oh?" Gretchen sounded surprised. "And what might that be?"

"You said something about fingers and toys earlier," I looked at her through half-closed eyes. "I want to watch you do yourself for me."

"I think that can be arranged," she chuckled, "if you're good."

She turned into an underground lot, heated no less, and turned into her parking spot and just managed to turn off the car before I made a lunge for her. In an instant our lips were pressed against each others, our tongues back to jousting and our hands exploring. Gretchen spread her legs as wide as she was able to, allowing my fingers only limited access to her gash.

"Oh fuck it," she growled. "We're wasting time and I'm just getting frustrated here. Come with me Michael."

As she led me through the parking garage, she only held her coat together. Every step revealed a shapely leg to those we passed and only served to peak my arousal even higher. If only they knew she was stark naked beneath and was taking her new-found boy-toy up to her apartment to play, I'm sure there would've been an awful lot more that just appreciative glances and polite smiles tossed her way. The elevator was crowded with tenants, arms filled with boxes and bags and Gretchen gave me a pained look, like a plan had been thwarted until she finally made her move towards the door. It was the twenty-ninth floor. The carpeted hallway muffled our footfalls and I stopped to admire a sculpture that was set in a small alcove.

"Michael," she whispered hoarsely, "we're home." As I turned to catch up to her a few doors away, Gretchen struck a pose and pulled her coat open wide to reveal herself to me.

"Want some?" she teased before stepping inside.

Whatever I was expecting, her apartment certainly exceeded all expectations. It was classically decorated with a huge gas fireplace against the wall and floor to ceiling windows revealing a spectacular view of the city.

"Make yourself at home Michael," she offered graciously. "I have a few things to take care of," she smiled knowingly as she snapped on the fire before disappearing down the hallway.

I was admiring the view and appreciating the warmth of the fire when Gretchen returned still wearing her fur coat. She flumped down on the sofa and when I turned her coat had fallen wide open. Her tits, large as they were, sagged a bit across her body and she slowly bent her knee.

"So, you were saying in the car?" she began as her hands began to wander over her body and she scraped her fingernails over the tips of her boobs. "You wanted to watch me?" she breathed. My eyes were glued to her fingers as they caressed her flat stomach as they traveled lower.

"You want to watch me slide over my pussy?" she caught her breath as her fingertips found her clit and she stroked along the side of it. "Do you have any idea how wet I am just thinking about your beautiful, young, hard penis and how it feels sliding into my hot, wet pussy?" she stifled a groan as she pushed a finger inside herself. She removed it and brought it to her lips and, making a show out of sticking her tongue out, licked it clean.

"I think you should take off all your clothes and sit in that chair," she purred. "I want to watch you touch yourself." My clothes were off in a flash and I sat down, settling in to watch the Gretchen Show. I wondered, for a moment, if my mom - who was several years younger than Gretchen, or if many other women for that matter - ever had a sexual appetite like this woman. I immediately dismissed the thought as a soft sigh came from the sofa.

I had my hand around my cock, stroking it as Gretchen, staring at me, produced a pink dildo. She began to lick and suck on it like it was a perfect cock, getting it all nice and wet. She continued to look right into my eyes as she slowly brought it to her pussy and began to push it into her.

"I'm imagining this is you sliding into me Michael." She hissed again as she withdrew it and groaned as she slid it back in. I watched her eyes get glassy as she tried to focus on my hand sliding over my length. It was an amazing sight to watch Gretchen sliding that dildo in and out of her pussy and the reactions her body was making. Arching her pussy up to meet her thrusts was a very arousing sight.

I knew I was going to shoot any second and I got onto my feet and let my stiff cock lead the way to Gretchen. I placed my hand on her neck and she immediately turned her head and opened her mouth. I slipped my cockhead between her lips and thrust as she sealed them around the invading shaft. I was quite surprised that she allowed me to fuck her mouth like it was another pussy on her being, thrilled at the squeals, grunts, sighs and moans she emitted as she hammered her dido home time after time.

"I want to fuck you so badly," I hissed as I thrust my cock into her mouth. I reached down and grabbed her tit and pinched her nipple until she squealed. She slammed the dildo into herself harder and faster, a wet smacking emanating from between her thighs.

"But first I want you to suck me off," I panted. "You want that don't you Gretchen?" I teased. "You want to feel my cock squirt its load inside your sweet mouth, don't you?"

Gretchen groaned aloud and her hand was a blur as she rammed the dildo into her pussy. Her thighs glistened with moisture and I reached down and dragged my fingers roughly across her gash, wetting them. I brought them to my lips and, licking her sweetness, wanted much more.

I pulled my cock from her mouth and, grabbing her hips, swung her so I had easier access to her pussy. Roughly I pushed her legs further apart and knelt before her. I dove right in and began licking and sucking on her pussy and her slippery, wet lips that protruded. I gripped her asscheeks and pulled her tighter against my mouth and Gretchen, losing herself to the pleasure, gripped my head and began thrusting her pussy against me gasping and crying out as her orgasm wracked her being.

She made a feeble attempt to push me away, panting something about needing some time to recover but I paid little heed and instead, fastened my lips around her clit, sucking it in pulses as I swiped my tongue across it.

"Oh fuck," she groaned, "what are you doing to me? Oh Michael I can't..." Her words became lost as another orgasm ripped through her body and her thighs clenched tightly against the sides of my head before she slumped back in blissful exhaustion. I slowly kissed my way up over her stomach, taking time to suck each nipple deep into my mouth and playfully nip at them, before pressing my lips firmly against hers kissing her deeply.

"That was amazing," she panted after breaking the kiss. "I've never cum that hard in my life."

"Well, I'm not finished yet you know," I smirked and, gripping my cock smeared the head all over her pussy. "Besides, I have as long as you want me here. That is unless you want me to put this away and go home." Gretchen immediately wrapped her legs around me, feigning shock.

"Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've actually been with a man?" she asked. I gave her a blank look. "Almost a year! Thank goodness I'm not easily embarrassed and bought me some toys or I'd have worn my fingers down to the bone," she chuckled.

"Well, you don't have to worry about your fingers or your toys anymore tonight," I grabbed the shaft of my cock and pushed it against her gash, "as long as I've still got this."

With a single thrust I felt Gretchen's pussy open and give way to my invading cock. Her eyes rolled and she fairly swooned at the feeling of being stretched once more.

"Ohhhhhh yeesssssssssss," she groaned as the assault on her body began again. "I love how you feel inside meeeeeeee!"

I pounded her pussy harder than I had ever fucked any other woman in my life. There was a wet sucking and slapping sound as my cock withdrew and slapped back into her. It was also the first time I ever had a woman rake her nails across my back. Gretchen was definitely the ride of a lifetime.

"Fuck me, yessssss fuck me harrrrrrdddd," she groaned into my ear when her tongue wasn't shoved down my throat.

It didn't take too long before I felt my balls tighten and with a mighty groan I let loose a torrent of spunk deep inside her pussy.

"Yessssss baby," Gretchen groaned, "cum in my pussy - fill me up lover. Oh, fuck!" she bucked her body against me, "I'm cumming!!!!"

Gretchen's entire body began bucking and twitching against mine. Her pussy clenched around my cock, squeezing and milking it for all it was worth as she whimpered with every spasm. If I hadn't already cum, I most definitely would've just from the sheer demonstration of pleasure from this beautiful woman.

We collapsed together on the sofa, Gretchen with one leg crooked across my back and the other hooked into the back cushions. I was draped along the length of her body, my cock still firmly nestled in her pussy, I took a nipple into my mouth to suckle. It was odd but I felt content and comfortable. I thought, in passing, that Freud would've had a field-day with me, but who really gives a shit about some dead guy anyway?

"Are you expected anywhere tonight?" Gretchen asked dreamily.

"Just between your legs," I chuckled, "and there's no place else I want to be either."

"So is it safe to say you'll be joining an old lady for breakfast tomorrow?" Her words stung me.

"No, I'm afraid not," I looked up into her eyes and watched the disappointment flash. "I think I'd prefer to stay here and have breakfast with you - and possibly lunch and dinner if we remember." I smiled.

"Well, you certainly helped me work up a sweat," she wiped her hand across her chest. "I need a bath love. Care to join me?" I shifted and watched as Gretchen stood up and watched her tits sway and marveled at the tone of her body.

"The tub's big enough, you know," she laughed and I padded behind her to the bathroom.

Bathroom was an understatement. It was more like a bath house. Large with a free-standing oversized Jacuzzi tub in the middle of the room with a large glass shower in the corner and a partition that separated all the other ‘necessary' devices. Like the living room, floor to ceiling windows presented an amazing view of the city. I whistled appreciatively.

She explained, as she turned on the water, how it had been a two-bedroom when she bought the place but she had been able to have the second bedroom converted to this.

"After all," she continued, "I don't see a need for more than a single bedroom but I do deserve my comfort." She turned and slithered into my arms.

"Besides, I hate taking a bath alone," she ran her hand over my body. "I've always preferred company. It's cozier and can be quite intimate." I let her slide away from me and watched as she lit strategically placed candles and then turn out the lights.

"There, that's much better." She came over and held out her hand so I could steady her as she stepped into the tub and stepped in behind her.

I have to admit, I had never been in a tub with a woman before - at least one that wasn't my mother - but it was better than I could've imagined. It was quite arousing to have her body stretched long mine as we kissed and caressed each other. Gretchen, for her age, was so forward and so responsive at the same time. She gently stroked my cock while splaying her legs to make certain I had enough room to explore and tease as well.

"You know," she said softly, "I really enjoyed performing for you tonight but it was even more exciting to watch you stroke yourself." I chuckled.

"Well, it was easy enough to do," I kissed her forehead. "It's not every day that a guy gets to watch a sexy woman play with herself." The flash of her, fingers sliding inside her quim, was having an effect on me.

"Sexy?" she laughed. "I'd hardly say I was sexy. Old, maybe."

"Are you kidding?" I was amazed she didn't see herself that way. "Older women don't have this affect on me." I gripped my fresh hard-on and held it for her perusal.

"And what a beautiful erection you have." She shifted herself and kissed the head. "Can I confess something to you?"

"Sure," I smiled. "You can tell me anything." I shivered as she stuck her tongue out and swirled it around the head.

"Well, I love oral sex." She was looking up from between my legs. "I love the way it feels in my mouth - in my throat - I love the taste - I love everything about it."

"Well, I love the way it feels too," I laughed. I sucked a breath as I felt her lips slide down my shaft. "I also love having a woman taste herself - either off my fingers or off my cock." I hissed again as she drove herself down on my cock again.

"It's my turn to ask you questions now." It was difficult to concentrate with the expert attention she was giving to my stiff dick.

"Have you ever done anal?" I asked. Part of me was really hoping she'd reply that she loved it.

"I've done it," she replied flatly. "A few times and I can't say it's my favorite. Next?"

"Well," I was having doubts about asking her my second question but her look pushed me. I took a deep breath. "You seemed to really enjoy licking your juices off my fingers, have you ever been with another woman?"

"Well, again that's something I experimented with when I was much younger," she smiled. "When I was confused and alone I met this woman and she took me under her wing. We had a relationship that was interesting but once I had been with a man, I knew that girl on girl action wasn't for me." She smiled up at me.

"In fact," Gretchen shifted so that she was straddling me. She gripped my cock so it was pointing directly at her pussy and positioned the head snug between her lips. "The first time I felt a cock stretch my tight little pussy," she began to lower herself on me, "I knew I was a cock-lover." She began to grind herself against me and it was something to be able to watch my cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy.

"Disappointed?" she hissed as she impaled herself over and over on my cock.

"Fuck no," I groaned as I reached out and pulled her close enough that I could suck and chew on her nipples.

"Let's get out of here," Gretchen panted. "I'm getting cold and all this talk has got me wanting to really taste you."

After drying, Gretchen led me to her bedroom. Again I was more impressed than surprised although along with it being tastefully decorated there was a definite sexual undertone to the room with shelves of scented edible oils and candles and other tactile devices.

"I want to sixty-nine with you," I was hopeful, but Gretchen had other plans.

"Not at the moment," she smiled as she pushed me gently towards her dressing chair. "For this I don't want to be distracted. I want to concentrate only on you."

I sat down and watched as Gretchen hefted he tits and traced along my body with her nipples as she sank to her knees. I didn't see her grab a bottle of lotion but certainly felt it as she slathered the length of my cock and balls with her soft hands. She looked me square in the eyes and smiled as, leaning forward, she pressed her tits around my cock and slowly began to rock back and forth. The feeling was exquisite - like having my cock surrounded by warm, wet, pliable flesh - and the feeling was intensified when she bowed her head and began to swirl her tongue around the head.

"Do you know how beautiful your cock is?" she asked in a sultry voice. Without waiting for an answer she continued. "I love everything about it. The way it looks when it's all hard, the way it fills me up when it slides into my pussy, the way it feels in my mouth." With that, she released her tits and slid her lips over the head and down the length of my shaft.

Gretchen alternated between sucking my cock and slathering her tongue along its length and the feelings were intensified by the cooing and moaning she emitted as she concentrated on her task. She seemed to become entranced in what she was doing and began to swallow more and more of my cock. Her breathing became ragged as she forced more and more down her throat until she was sliding her lips from the tip to the very base.

I could feel my balls tightening as I was carried to the brink of ejaculation but Gretchen was a pro at keeping me on that edge. Finally, unable to take any more, I gripped her head and began to thrust myself into her mouth faster and faster. Gretchen was moaning encouragingly until with a loud groan, I stiffened and began to shoot my load. She slowed her pace and pressed her tongue upwards towards the roof of her mouth, catching my cum as it splashed before swallowing it.

I was used to the girls I had been with either stopping before I came or letting it slide out of their mouths. Never once had I had a woman willingly swallow my load - and enjoy it. Breathlessly, I looked down at her and she was smiling up at me.

"Was that good?" she cooed.

"That was amazing," I grinned as I leaned forward and kissed her deeply. I tasted my salty-sweetness off her lips.

Gretchen smiled as she rose off the floor and, taking my hand, led me towards the bed.

"I'm not going to be able to get it up again," I laughed - more to hide the embarrassment than anything else. Turning, Gretchen laughed aloud.

"Now comes the youth," I looked at her questioningly.

"It's late and my pussy's sore," she reached out and touched my cheek. "You are a remarkable young lover and this has been my best Christmas party yet but I'm done for tonight." I watched as she slid into bed, the covers sliding across her naked body and she held the blankets up for me to follow. We spooned and I loved the feel of her ass wiggling against my crotch.

"Besides," she continued as she reached over and turned out the light, "unless you have other plans, we have all tomorrow and Sunday, don't we?"

"And any other day that you want me," I snuggled along her back and reached around to cup her tit and let sleep drag us away.