Every four years, the company for whom twenty-four-year-old Liam Bridges worked held a hotel evening get-together of any staff from the company's eight UK branches that wished to attend. Liam had been with them less than three years so this was his first, and he was finding it slightly overwhelming.
There were about two hundred people in attendance; the invitations did not include partners, and Liam only knew those from his branch as he had no direct contact with anyone from any of the other branches. A lot of those there had almost day-to-day dealings with their counterparts and others in the various branches, but not Liam.
Everyone wore name tags, as often happened at such events, and Liam and his mates joked that it was because if they started to get too drunk, they could check their name tags to see who they were.
Liam was standing on the fringe of things in a very large room with a ballroom to his left in which a group was tuning up to provide the evening entertainment. There was a buffet and a free bar and also a hotel room for the night for anyone who wanted or needed one; most took up that offer.
The company was doing very well currently, as indicated by this outlay on their staff. Some would have preferred it if partners could have been included but most appreciated what they were being 'given.'
Liam had just about exhausted his conversation with the relatively small percentage of people there that he knew and his eyes were idly drifting around the throng. He got a glimpse of a woman who looked to be of West Indian origin on the far side of the room. She was chatting to a couple of people and she looked to Liam, from that distance at least, to be a very attractive woman.
Liam found himself concentrating on her and trying to gauge her age. She was obviously a fair bit older than he, so he guessed her to be in her forties.
Liam could not work out why he was fascinated by this woman; she certainly appeared to be attractive but there were lots of other attractive women there and, in any case, he had a steady girlfriend at home.
Liam was trying to pull his eyes away from her but he couldn't and she, still talking, turned her head slightly and appeared to be looking at him. Their eyes met, at least Liam believed that they did, and a smile seemed to spread over the woman's face. She then looked away again.
Liam tried to appraise what had just happened; he was probably overthinking it. The woman had looked in his direction but he probably imagined that she actually 'saw' him. She did smile but she could have been smiling because of the conversation that she was having or smiling at somebody among the dozens of people in between them.
After pondering for a while, Liam looked up and, almost to his horror, the woman was not where she had been.
Liam's eyes scanned in almost panic and then he found her again, still on the far side of the room but further to the right than she had been. She was standing more side-on to Liam than before and because of some fortuitous gaps in the crowd, he could see that she was quite a tall woman and certainly curvy. She wore a black dress that seemed to cling to those curves. She was again the focus of his attention as she chatted with someone different to whom she had previously been talking.
The woman turned her head to her right, and again her and Liam's eyes seemed to meet, this time with fewer people in between them. Again a smile spread across her face. Liam felt his cock twitch; was she really smiling at him as she appeared to be?
Liam found himself smiling back, sort of, although he knew that he might in actuality be smiling at nobody in particular. The woman held the look for a moment and then turned her head back towards the person that she was standing with.
At the moment, in Liam's head, he and the attractive mature woman were the only two people in a room that contained in the region of two hundred; he was smitten at a distance of however many yards separated them.
He had to get close to her; he knew he was not thinking rationally but a woman that he had only first set eyes on a few minutes earlier was now an obsession. He had almost made up his mind to move in her direction when a shift by some of the people in between closed his line of vision to her. She was not now in sight, just in his head.
Liam was normally a confident and logical-thinking young man but at the moment his brain was frazzled and his confidence shot. He even thought of going to the room that he had for the night and shutting himself away. How could she, or more accurately a sight of her, be doing this to him?
The woman's name, that Liam did not yet know, was Cheryl Griffiths and she was aged fifty-seven. She was married but not happily so, and she had had an affair with a young white man that had worked in her office although he did not work there now. The affair had also finished.
She was very partial to young white men and had bedded a few, so seeing someone in that category apparently checking her out from the other side of a large room was a turn-on for her.
The group had now started to play their first number and several people drifted into the ballroom, thus making the room that Liam was in much less crowded. He looked to the far side of the room and the woman was now standing alone and she was looking right at him, no doubt about it this time.
Liam's legs initially felt like jelly as he moved toward her but he gained in confidence as he got closer although he had no idea what he was going to say. As he got very near her, she looked a bit older than he thought but certainly no less attractive.
"Um, good evening, I am Liam," he said, thinking he probably sounded more like a sixteen-year-old than the twenty-four-year-old that he was.
"So I see, honey," smiled the woman, looking at his name tag.
"Oh yeah; You are Cheryl," blurted Liam.
"Got it in one, sugar; My, you are bright," teased Cheryl.
"Bit of a bad start to a conversation, right?" said Liam, laughing at himself.
"I am sure that it will improve, sweetie," smiled Cheryl, a beautiful smile.
"Which office are you from?" asked Liam.
"Now that is more complicated because it is not written down but I am from Leeds; I run the accounts department in Leeds," replied Cheryl, still teasing a bit.
"Oh, that is interesting," said Liam, thinking how incredibly sexy the woman was.
"And which branch is lucky enough to have a good-looking young man like you working in it?" asked Cheryl, fully intending to have the young man's trousers off before the night was over.
"I work in Southampton, in the technical department," answered Liam.
"Oh, that is interesting," echoed Cheryl before bursting into laughter.
The group had started to play another song and Liam wanted to get a bit more intimate with Cheryl, although it was not a slow song. "Would you like to have a dance with me, Cheryl?" asked Liam.
"Would you like to have a fuck with me, Liam?" responded Cheryl, her beautiful brown eyes on him.
"Yeah, right," laughed Liam, thinking that she was teasing again.
"I am serious, baby. We could go to my room and fuck right now," said a highly aroused Cheryl.
Liam's cock was hard in his trousers. "You really mean it?" asked Liam, hardly believing his luck.
"I mean it but we had not better go out together. Give me a minute and then take the lift to the third floor, I will see you there," said Cheryl, moving away and blowing a kiss.
A slightly stunned Liam looked at her big arse in the clinging dress as she walked away from him.
Thinking that he must be dreaming, or maybe he was living the dream, Liam made his way to the lift and then had another crisis: no condoms.
When the lift door opened on the third floor, the smiling Cheryl had herself propped up against a wall opposite. "What kept you, sugar?" she smiled.
"Um, I don't have any condoms," said Liam, thinking the plans may be ruined.
"Don't worry about it, sweetie. Follow me," said Cheryl, walking down the corridor deliberately swinging her large arse.
Cheryl stopped at her room door. "I have a plan. In a moment we are going in here and we are going to fuck. We will then go back downstairs and then back here for more fucking later, sound good?" asked Cheryl, her back against her still-locked door with her arms raised above her head.
"Sounds very good," said the now confident Liam, moving to her and putting his lips on hers as her arms came down around his neck and their bodies ground together.
The lift door pinged further down the corridor, so Cheryl snapped out of the snog and unlocked her door and they almost fell inside, giggling. The snogging recommenced and hands roamed over bodies as the lust and passion mounted towards fever pitch.
They were both wearing quite expensive clothing so it was not a question of ripping the clothes off, although that was what they both felt like doing.
"Well, Liam Bridges, let's take this off and then I want to see your cock," said Cheryl, removing Liam's jacket.
Cheryl looked deep into Liam's eyes as she undid his trousers and sent them on the way to his feet. "Oh honey, this looks so big," said Cheryl, dropping to her knees and caressing Liam's erect penis through his boxers.
"Get your dress off, Cheryl, please," said Liam, as the mature black woman stroked his cock.
"You want to see Cheryl's arse and tits...and cunt, do you, baby?" teased Cheryl, now standing up.
"I want to fuck your cunt, Cheryl," said Liam, stepping out of the trousers that were at his feet and removing his boxers.
"And I want you to fuck my cunt with that huge cock of yours, honey," said Cheryl, before turning her back on Liam and saying, "Unzip me, baby."
Liam did so and as Cheryl removed her dress, Liam took off his tie and shirt.
Cheryl's very rounded body was now just partially covered by a maroon bra and maroon knickers, but very soon she had them off too and the naked couple kissed as Liam massaged Cheryl's large tits and she wanked his cock.