Linda
Years ago I took a job very temporarily with a job search firm. The boss, a woman named Linda, was a divorced woman about 10 years older than I, well built, and had a forceful -almost rough attitude about her. We worked together for several months without any particular flirting or other "social" behavior between us. Even though Tampa is a warm place, Linda always wore suits, so there wasn't a lot to look at.
I was married to a woman with some very definite ideas about what was proper and what was not. She definitely didn't think magazines like Playboy or Gallery were proper, and howled like a banshee if she found one in the house. The simple solution was that I kept them in a desk drawer in my office. My wife rationed sex as though it might run out, and I was perpetually horny. We were NOT a good match. That made my masturbation sessions about the only relief I got, and they often happened after work at my office since I had the mags there.
Linda had asked me to accompany her on a Friday to a dinner meeting with the owner of our operation and his area manager to talk about a new office. We met at the office and took one car, since I didn't know the place we were going to. the meeting went well, and when we returned we went back into the office. I told her I had some work to do, and planned to jerk off after she left. She said goodnight and I heard the door close and so took out a couple of magazines. No sooner than they were on my desk top, Linda walked into my office, telling me as she did so that the lights were out in the parking lot and she'd appreciate it if I would walk her to her car.
I hopped up and quickly left the office with her, hoping she hadn't noticed. As we were walking out the door of the building she said, "Going to do a little reading?" Well, busted! I started to apologize, and she said, "Why? What's in those magazines is pretty tame. My husband and I used to swing, so it's not like I've never seen naked women." I was a little taken aback, and figured the only safe thing to do was act businesslike, so I told her that, nonetheless, the magazines probably don't belong in my desk.
She then pretty much took the conversation completely over to sex by asking, "Do you jack off when you look at them?" I was stunned, but managed to say yes. She replied that it's a lot more fun to have a real naked woman to look at. I said, "True, but I have a good imagination." She replied that imagination will only go so far and that I just needed more variety.
By this time, we were standing at her car talking, when she wrapped a had behind my head and pulled me down to her lips. As we kissed she sucked my tongue into her mouth. When we pulled apart, she said "Your wife probably expects you at home, but we need to have a little meeting tomorrow."
When I arrived at Linda's house the next evening, she greeted me dressed in a sheer teddy. I didn't have "Hello" out of my mouth before she was on her knees, getting my cock out of my pants. She gave a GREAT blow job.
Nothing changed at work, except that sometimes when I worked late, Linda would come into my office, wordlessly close the door, push me back in my chair and unzip my pants, and suck my cock.
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