Mrs. Robinson
I am a young up-and-coming professional, and I work with many beautiful women. I am 32 years old and very single. I date a lot, but never women from my place of employment--you know the old saying, "Don't ____ where you eat." But that was before an ex-professional cheerleader, 14 years my senior came to work for us. She was above average looking, but her body was just fantastic. She wore tight skirts and very feminine clothing most every day. I immediately struck up a friendship with her and discovered that she was married, but neglected. The more I took her to lunch and became her friend, the more I could sense there was physical chemistry building between us. One day in the elevator, I just kissed her. She backed away at first, but then returned it feverishly. The doors opened and we put ourselves together and went back to work. The next day, we decided to take a trip for lunch. There, in the parking lot of the restaurant, in the back, we proceeded to tear into each other. I lifted her skirt to find garters with no panties and her hand unzipped my zipper to release my hard on that was threatening to soak my suit. She moved on top of me and opened her blouse so her great tits were right in my face. She started to slide up and down on me and I could feel the stubble from her day old trimming. She was so wet and tight that I knew it had been a while for her, but she regained her form quickly. We fucked for what was probably just 5 - 10 minutes, but it seemed like hours. I blew my load in her and she ground on me, taking me all the way in her awesome pussy. I kissed her erect nipples and helped her with her clothes. To this day, we have not re-enacted our lunch scenario, but there are always the knowing glances between friends.
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