The awards dinner had been a quiet affair. The meal was a step above the typical rubber chicken that seemed to be a trademark for these events and despite overcooked vegetables, the desserts were appealing and tasty. After the tables had been cleared an announcement came over the PA that a quartet would be playing music and the dance floor would be open.
I had left my wife at home for the night. Even though spouses were welcome, she had no desire for an evening of speeches and food that was only passing. So I attended alone, hoping I might see someone I knew. The purpose of the evening was to thank the volunteers for a successful event that had been smoothly run on a limited budget. This had required hundreds of workers in a variety of venues, but the banquet was to honor those in charge. I had volunteered to run one of the sporting events, and even though it had been a success, I breathed a sigh of relief that it was over.
As the tables and dance floor were cleared, people began mingling freely, after dinner drinks in hand. It was then I noticed someone I thought to be a former co-worker, Kate, looking as though she was lost. Crossing the room toward her, I made eye contact with her and her demeanor changed to a smile.
"I was wondering if there was anyone here I knew," she said.
"My God. I haven't seen you in ages. How have you been? You look great! Were you here for the dinner?"
"Oh, I just arrived. I wasn't going to attend, but then I thought 'What the hell' and decided to pick up my volunteer pin and have a drink. I was bored at home. I just moved back and have a new job...one that I like."
Kate and I had a bit of history. We had worked together in the same department for several years before she transferred to a different employer. When I was first hired, she took me under her wing whenever I had questions, and we developed a close friendship. Kate was a single mom with two kids, now teenagers. She had been divorced for several years—since before I knew her, and occasionally she dated men outside our mutual circle, none of whom I knew well and none who seemed to be right for her. She was attractive enough, but I think she was also picky about whom she dated.
Kate had her kids young, and despite approaching middle age, she had retained her youthful vigor and looks. She was petite, probably only 5'3" but had a nice figure even though she covered it up with conservative clothing. Her red hair and green eyes insinuated a hint of devilry, however.
Work had put us together on many occasions, and over time we learned much of one another. We shared frustrations with our work, and I tried to be a shoulder to lean on when she needed it. Occasionally she divulged other frustrations as well, and once after venting to me in my office about a variety of petty issues, she burst out with "Maybe I just need a good fucking. But I doubt that's going to happen anytime soon."
Kate had always been a perfect lady around me, occasionally letting her hair down with a slightly racy joke, but I had never heard her use coarse language--or even swear for that matter. I smiled awkwardly at her comment, but thankfully I was seated behind my desk because I had an instant hard-on. And from that moment, I tended to look at Kate a bit differently.
I had previously noticed that Kate sported a couple of nice, perky breasts even though she usually minimized them by the way she dressed. On rare occasions, it became obvious that she possessed temptingly plump boobs. As casual Fridays became more common, she would sometimes wear designer t-shirts that showed off those assets. One hot summer Friday when the air conditioning was blowing full blast, her prominent nipple display turned more than a few heads from the staff, both male and female. Her breasts became the hot topic at the water cooler.
Our relationship gradually developed into what I considered innocent flirting, and eventually something more. At one point after she had left for her new job, we found ourselves at the same sporting event party, each unaccompanied. My wife hated football and Kate was still single, so we ended up sitting next to one another and catching up on our lives as the revelry and drinking typical of those events ensued. The game was a bit of a blowout, and early in the fourth quarter, she asked if I might give her a ride home when I was ready to go. She had been dropped off by her son and it would be easier if I gave her a lift since it was on the way.
"Sure, no problem." We were both a bit tipsy from a couple of hours of drinking, but I felt good enough to drive. "Let's go now. The game is all but over."
We thanked the hosts and left even though others decided to stick it out for the finale. Once in my car, she seemed to be smiling nervously, and I asked if something was wrong.
"Not really, it's just that I've missed all of you guys. My new job isn't near as much fun and the people there are pretty cold. I wish I had stayed with the old crew."
We chatted about her new position and in short order, we arrived at her condo. I parked in a visitor's space.
"Would you like to come in?" Her smile was warm and affectionate.
I probably secretly hoped that her invite might lead to something more, so I said, "Sure." I looked at my watch out of habit. "Been a while since I've been here." I had helped Kate move some heavy furniture when she bought the condo, but I had never really been invited in socially.
I followed Kate in and up the stairs to her living room in the split-level design. It had been freshly painted and she had purchased new furniture including a comfortable-looking love seat where she directed me. "Sit down and tell me what you've been doing that's fun." She joined me and I leaned back, still feeling no pain from the party, and joked about the terrible game we had both just witnessed as well as a few work stories. I tried to look her in the eyes, but her cashmere sweater only accented her perky boobs, and Kate's erect posture made them appear bigger than I remembered.
Laughing at one of my stupid comments, she leaned back, her globes jiggling with her laughter, and turned to face me. I sensed something I might regret was about to happen because her smiling face was now just inches from mine, and then suddenly she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.
"I'm so glad to see you again. It's been too long," she said as if the kiss was supposed to be a sisterly peck, but then she placed her hand lightly on my knee. A pregnant moment followed, and I leaned over and returned her kiss awkwardly. Regardless, my hormones were raging after her lips touched mine. My cock instantly hardened.
"Sorry. That was a bit forward of me, but I couldn't resist," I said.
"Oh, no apologies necessary. I've always liked you, you know that" she replied.
We were inches apart, and I could smell her perfume mingled with her breath. She was smiling, her lips parted slightly, and now I couldn't resist. Between the alcohol and the tempting vision in front of me, it was all over. I leaned forward and kissed her again, but this time much longer, and what started as a light smooch soon turned into an all-out embrace and an open-mouthed kiss. Almost immediately I felt her tongue sensuously exploring my mouth and I responded similarly. Her sweet breath mixed with just a tinge of alcohol inflamed me even more. Locked in an embrace and exploring each other with our tongues, I felt her hand roam down over my back and thighs, caressing me gently.
"Oh!" Kate uttered a quick gasp her hand passed lightly over my crotch and the noticeable pronouncement of my rigid penis. When we came up for air, her eyes were wide open and her breathing heavy.
She paused and stared at me as if uncertain about what to say next. Finally, she spoke. "The kids are gone until tomorrow." Her expression seemed to imply hope.
I didn't know what to say, and I hesitated for just a second before my libido kicked in at this seemingly open invitation. I responded by kissing her again. I let my hand slide down her back to her hip before I brazenly placed it on her breast, and as I caressed it, her breath quickened. Kate's nipple responded to my touch and became instantly erect through the thin fabric of her sweater.
Kate moaned in response to my touch. Her tongue danced in my mouth as I fondled her mounds.
"Your breasts are wonderful. I've wanted to hold them for years. They're even firmer than I imagined.
Kate broke our kiss and looking me directly in the eye, placed her hand on top of mine as I squeezed a ripe globe. "They're yours. I hope you enjoy them." She directed my hand under her sweater where only a thin bra lay between me and her ripe flesh. Her nipples hardened at my touch.
We stayed that way for several minutes, my hands exploring her curves while she tongued my ear and moaned dirty words of instruction.
"Go ahead. Feel my breasts. You are making my pussy wet. Your cock is so hard. Would you like to stick your cock in me? My cunt needs a hard cock so badly. I haven't had a good fucking in ages."
Her murmurings in my ear had me near a discharge. I was dizzy with excitement listening to her filthy talk about what she wanted me to do to her. Finally, she stood and took me by the hand, leading me to her bedroom.
Her king-sized bed had been hastily made. Her clothes from the previous day lay draped over a chair by the closet including a sexy bra hanging by the strap. A large mirror hung above the headboard and I watched as our reflections entered the room and stood at the end of the bed. She turned to me and kissed me again. "I need this so bad. I want you to make love to me. No...I want you to fuck me! It's been so long since I've been fucked. I need a big cock stuffing my cunt. I am so horny right now."
Her use of the words like "fuck," "cunt," and "pussy" both shocked and excited me. Other than the confession she had made to me years before, Kate had always been prim and proper. She more closely resembled the stereotypical librarian rather than a lady of pleasure. But her dirty talk succeeded in arousing me even more and only intensified my desire. My cock stood at attention and strained against my dockers. The image of my tented pants in her mirror was almost laughable. She looked down and gasped at the snake desperately trying to free itself from the confines of my pants. We kissed again standing there and I felt her groin push into my erection and wriggle against it.