FINALLY!!!!
written by:
Norbert

Colleen and I had worked together for years, off and on, drifting in and out of each other's career paths. It happened so often that it became our little joke - not being able to stay away from each other. What made our joke that much more interesting was that we found each other attractive and, on my part at least, I found her incredibly sexy. Odd, I thought, considering we were both in our late forties. We both found it amusing that we were, once again, sitting beside each other after several years in different corporations. While the attraction had been there neither of had been willing to explore it too deeply due to our attachments but our conversations often had heavy sexual overtones that often left me with a major hard-on and her, sopping wet. We had discussed, on many occasions, the probability of us ending up in bed together under the right circumstance - that being we could wake up naked together and start the day off with a good hard fuck or seven.

One morning Colleen came in bright eyed and a grin from ear to ear. It was so unlike her I just had to ask what stroke of good fortune fell her way.

"I took your advice John," she announced. "I made some arrangements over the weekend and told Richard and Davis that I was moving out with Carly and if they wanted to stay in the house they were going to have to figure out some way to cover the rent!"

Richard had been her bum of a boyfriend that sponged off of her for years because he simply refused to keep a job. Davis was her twenty-four year old son who held Richard in high-regard and, as such, followed in his lazy-ass footsteps. Carly was Colleen's youngest daughter and, although only twelve, supported and encouraged her mother along the way. The rest of the day was spent discussing future plans and that discussion had plenty of referencing Colleen's need to get out there and make up for lost time.

Over the next few weeks I saw a change come over her for the better. Her secret, she confided, was that she had joined a few dating sights and was regularly hooking up with a guy she had met on line.

"He's in to swinging," she whispered in my ear one Monday morning. "This weekend he lined up one of his friends for a threesome on Saturday and then yesterday he lined up a girl he knew. Fuck, I can hardly walk."

She was still chuckling as she pulled her camera out of her purse and began to show me pictures of her adventures - the advantage of being in our own little area without anyone within ear-shot.

"Can you believe that one?" she commented on a particular photo. "Rod's in my pussy and Jerry's in my mouth. It was an amazing feeling. I loved it and came like crazy."

It didn't take long before my cock was rock hard and ready to burst out of my pants. Colleen noticed and laughed at my predicament.

"Don't think you're the only one," she laughed. "I'm positive there's going to be a wet spot on my chair before the day's over." She nudged me conspiratorially.

"Maybe we'll have to find a quiet place and take care of each other, huh?"

It went on like this for months. We talked about fucking and sucking and our sexual likes and dislikes. For Colleen her biggest turn on was having her partner take charge and make her or tell her what to do. For me it was an adventurous and daring heart, see-through lingerie and performing - I loved watching my partner masturbate for me. Colleen commented that we'd be perfect together as she loved to flash and almost always ended up pulling over her car to finger herself to orgasm after some of our daily conversations. It was at this point that I figured I had better cool it before something really did happen.

For the next few weeks it was business as usual. I did my best to not get wrapped up in Colleen's sexual exploits but it was a challenge. When she asked me about the change in me I told her my fears.

"Colleen I've always thought you incredibly sexy," I told her as we went for our daily stroll through the quiet wooded park. "I think it would be pretty amazing to watch you slide yourself down my cock but we have to be careful. You have a new relationship on the burner and I'm married - even though it really doesn't seem like it at times."

"I thought you were mad at me or something," Colleen laughed. "I was trying to wrack my brain to figure what I had said or done."

"Do you really think I'm sexy?" She gave me a curious look. "How so?"

I took a look over the woman standing in front of me with a critical eye. She was a little younger than my forty-seven years and, like me, her body wasn't what it used to be before kids and stress but she had nice shapely legs, a pretty face, big tits and a mouth that was made for sucking cock.

"Well, I love your tits," I stammered. "And I think I could handle having your lips wrapped around my cock."

"What?" she teased. "You wouldn't want me naked and splayed out so you could go down on me?"

Colleen spun along my arm until her back was pressed up against my chest. She gripped my hands and pulled them to her tits and squeezed them. They felt full and soft and my cock was hard in a second. I leaned forward and kissed her neck and squeezed her tits even harder. So much for avoidance!

"John," she purred. "You can have me any time you want. I want you to know that."

I spun her around to look her in the eye. As I did, Colleen dropped her hand to the front of my pants so she could feel my hard cock. She stroked it a few times and then slowly stepped back flushing with embarrassment at being caught up in the moment.

"You're right John," Colleen said meekly. "We have to slow down before things get out of hand."

That was an understatement and reluctantly I had to agree. This had been an exciting chance happening but we both had too much at stake. We walked back to the office and tried to discuss other topics but all I could imagine were Colleen's amazing tits smooshing in my hands. I have to say, it was a struggle for us to not talk about sex but our situation was made better by my request to change my desk location to one closer to the lab. That worked for a few months until Colleen came around for chats. We were still close and open with each other but we both knew we were walking on eggshells. One day our manager called us to his office.

"How would you two feel about going down to Dallas for a strategy session?" he asked.

Colleen and I both stared at him rather open-mouthed, our brains trying desperately to digest what we had just heard. Jason took our silence as his cue to make a sales pitch.

"You'll be gone for ten or fourteen days, we haven't firmed that up yet," he smiled. "You were both selected because: one - you both have had terrific ideas that maneuvered our team to the fore-front, and two - you both seem to have an almost weird attachment. It's like you both know what the other is getting at before the rest of us catch on." Jason, satisfied in his presentation, sat back and folded his hands.

"So, when would we leave?" I asked.

"This Thursday," he held up his hands to stifle any protest - though none were coming.

"We had to book it this way even though the sessions won't start till Monday. It was a money thing," he said apologetically.

I knew Colleen had been hoping to get a break like this, as had I. To be brought down to head office at their request was a phenomenal happening. I looked at Colleen and could almost hear the gears grinding in her head.

"I don't know about John," she answered, "but I'll definitely go."

"So will I," I smiled. "I couldn't leave my pal to get into trouble by herself, could I?"

Needless to say, Colleen's and my conversations were very short and abrupt from that point on. We both knew that the possibility of something happening between had suddenly been transformed from a ‘one day' to staring us right in the face. For me my brain was almost overwhelmed as, I'm sure, was Colleen's.

On Thursday I cabbed to the airport after bidding my wife and kids good-bye and was sipping a coffee when Colleen came clicking down the hall towards me. In her tight black skirt, fishnets and white blouse that seemed to really accentuate her tits she looked like a million bucks - and very fuckable. I wondered if she was aware of her tits jiggling and swaying in her lightweight bra and mused whether she dressed like that for me. Her smile beamed as she recognized me in my jeans and shirt and she ran up greeting me more like a lover than a co-worker. Perhaps another sign, I mused. She was giddy and overly chatty and had a hard time holding her coffee cup steady.

"I've never flown before," she confessed. "I feel like such a kid. So how is Martha going to handle you being away for two weeks?"

"She's not happy but she understands," I replied. "It's a good thing that Sherry's boyfriend is working the late shift. He's offered to drive her wherever she has to go."

"This is such a big break for us," she concurred. "It might lead to bigger and better things." The way she looked at me made me wonder just what she was referring to.

She gripped my hand tightly as soon as they called our flight for boarding and didn't let go until we were heading down the aisle to our seats.

The flight was uneventful and Colleen spent most of the time staring out the window. The lack of communication, however, did not deter me from admiring her legs or staring at her tits. The latter being something that Colleen was fully aware of for I had never hidden my admiration of her endowments and it had become an element of titillating amusement over the years.

By the time we finally landed Colleen's skirt had ridden high up her thighs and when she stood up I had to reach out and tug the hem down as I could easily see the crotch of her panties.

"My my," she quipped. "Aren't you all chivalrous."

"Only because there's a crowd," I grumbled. If only she knew how badly I wanted to just pull her close to me and bury my face in her pussy. I did however, have an ace that I had yet to play. That opportunity came when we got a taxi and I helped load the bags in the trunk. I had a package that I slipped into her shoulder bag - in it was a fishnet bodystocking and a cheesy card in which I wrote "I expect a fashion show!" Even as I slid the package into her case I really wasn't putting too much faith in the much hoped for end-result.

Once we had arrived at the hotel and checked in Colleen and I had decided it would be best to freshen up before dinner and it was agreed that whoever was ready first would swing by and pick up the other. The shower was the best ever - with jets shooting out of the three walls - and I felt the stress of travel and the upcoming seminar get washed away. I wrapped myself in a towel and lay down on the bed for just a few minutes before dressing for dinner.

I guess the shower relaxed me more than I had expected for I woke sometime later to a knocking at my door. A quick glance at the clock told me it was nearly eight fifteen. Opening the door I saw Colleen standing there wearing her trench coat and a bit of a smile on her face. I opened the door wider to allow her in and when she strolled past. As she made her way to the center of the room she turned and, having deftly unbuttoned her trench coat, shrugged it off of her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

"You did say you wanted a fashion show, didn't you," she purred as she pirouetted in the body suit I had tucked into her bag.

I stared at her, drinking in her body, as I silently shucked my towel. Her tits were pressed against her by the fabric with her nipples poking through the mesh. There was a hole in the gusset that exposed her freshly waxed pussy and she obviously took her time to re-do her makeup. For a woman close to fifty, she was fucking hot and I couldn't wait to sink my cock into her. At the moment, however, I played it cool. I watched as she paraded in front of me, turned and bent at the waist - spreading her legs enough to allow me visual access to her ass and pussy. I waited patiently for her to go through the motions and did nothing to hide my cock which was rock hard and standing fully erect and exposed through the flap of my robe.

"Come over here," I commanded. As Colleen complied I wasted no time and reached out to cup her pussy and I began to rub along her slit.

"Fuck, you're sopping wet," I hissed as my hand worked on her. My other hand reached behind her neck and drew her to me in a passionate kiss. I felt her hand tug my towel off and immediately grip my cock and begin to gently pump its length. I remembered that she loved it when a man took command and using my hand on her neck, directed her down to her knees.

"Suck my cock," I hissed.

I felt Colleen's mouth immediately engulf my member. She sucked like a pro and was able to open her throat to take most of my length. Fuck my head was spinning with the pleasure and I knew, after all these years, that I wasn't going to hold out for long. I pulled her off my cock and to her feet, bending her so she was leaning over the bed. Taking my place behind her I rubbed my cockhead over her cunt and then stabbed it into her.

"Do you know how many years I've wanted to fuck you?" I hissed.

"About as many as I've wanted you to fuck me," she groaned in return. "Oh John your cock feels so good."

I leaned over her back and reached around to grab her tits, squeezing them and tugging at her nipples as I drove my cock into her tight, sopping cunt. This seemed to really get to her and her moans increased in both volume and intensity. I knew I was going to cum - I wanted to cum so badly after ten-plus years of foreplay-of-sorts and I announced it. Colleen, quick as anything, spun and my cock slipped from her hot, wet pussy. She knelt on the floor in front of me.

"Cum in my mouth John," she begged. "Please cum for me." With that she fastened her mouth on my cock and began to really suck me off while her hand slid sensually over my shaft and ball-sack. In moments I felt my nuts tighten as my cum boiled over and great gobs of sticky white stuff shot forth. Colleen kept her mouth open and caught most of my cum. Some, of course, splashed against her face and dribbled down her chin. When I was finished she knelt there looking up at me, waiting.

"Well," I said finally, "swallow it and show me."

With a big grin, Colleen made a big show of swallowing my spunk and opening her mouth to show me it was clean. I had no conception of how horny I really was for this woman but for the first time in years my cock did not go soft and I was ready for more. I knew there was no way we were finished for the night not to mention the next thirteen nights. I pulled her up and roughly tossed her onto the bed. I crawled up beside her and we began to kiss and fondle each other like teenagers.

"Did you ever think we'd be able to do this?" Colleen asked breathlessly. "That we'd have the chance to fuck like this?"

"No, but I was sure hoping," I smiled before bending lower to suck on a nipple through the fishnet. "Fuck, you are so incredibly sexy."

"So are you and your cock felt so amazing in me." She gave a squeal as I lightly bit her nipple the way she had once told me she enjoyed immensely.

"Now you know what I'm going to do?" I teased as I began kissing my way lower on her body. "I'm going to lick and suck your pussy until you beg me to stop."

Colleen, in response, splayed herself wide open for me and grabbed a fistful of hair to guide me. Never had I ever tongued or sucked a pussy that was so wet and delicious. My tongue seemed to glide over her slick flesh and every touch brought an appropriate guttural response as waves of what appeared to be one long orgasm washed over her again and again. I fastened my mouth to her clit and began to suck hard while my tongue lashed across it.

"Oh fuck that's so good," she wailed as she thrashed about on the bed.

Without stopping, I quickly inserted two digits into her and began to finger-fuck her rapidly. Colleen arched herself until just her shoulders and feet were on the bed. She wailed so loudly that I was sure the whole floor would know of our goings-on but I really didn't care. Eventually, we did get to the point where she pried my face away from her pussy and breathlessly laughed.

"Wow," she breathed. "When you told me you liked to eat pussy I thought it was only talk. You weren't kidding, were you?"

"I never kid about something like that," I laughed. "Now, what are you going to do about this?" I had raised myself on my knees until my cock was almost bouncing off her lips.

Colleen sat up and pushed me onto my back. Taking her place between my legs, she wrapped her lips around my cock head and began a slow, momentous blowjob.

"I may not have told you but I love sucking cock as much as you love eating pussy," she burbled around my cock. "By the way, I have a few tricks to show you yet."

Colleen pulled the neck lower until her ample tits spilled out and, taking one in each hand, wrapped them around my cock. It was wet enough that it easily slid through the soft flesh like some manipulated pussy and every time the head was exposed Colleen's lips or tongue was there to keep it entertained as well. When she was satisfied, Colleen straddled me and slowly lowered herself on my shaft. It was pretty amazing watching the levels of pleasure wash across her face as she slid up and down on my cock. She was quite vocal as well, grunting and groaning right along with me as the pleasure washed over me and I came for a second time, shooting great gobs of spunk deep inside her.

When she finally rolled off of me, I watched intently as she slipped her fingers up her pussy and, scooping out my cum, raised them to her lips and sucked them clean all the while with a big smile on her face.

"You know how much I love cum," she explained, "but cum and pussy is the absolute best."

"That's such a slutty thing to do," I smiled. Colleen smiled back and made a big show of licking her fingers.

"Are you going to be my slut for the whole two weeks?" I asked. Colleen smiled broadly.

"Do you want me to be your slut?" she asked. "Do you want me to suck you off whenever you want? Are you going to fuck me whenever you want?"

"Yes," I replied hoarsely. "And I want you to dress like a slut too. No panties and only wear skirts. I want you to be totally accessible to me and my wandering hands."

We both laughed and Colleen leaned in for a long, soulful kiss. When we broke I looked into her eyes.

"I think we had better go get your bags," I suggested. "We have two weeks to squeeze ten years into."