Kate was an older woman who worked in my office. She was well dressed, attractive and had a good sense of humour. I kind of fancied her as she had a really nice curvy figure and a full figured arse. I especially loved the days when she came back into the office after the gym in her yoga leggings. She always looked so flustered and hot.
It was funny that even though there were much younger women in my office, Kate was the one who I found myself thinking about. But it could never happen as she was in her late 50s. I mean, how would it even happen? The idea was best left as that…a little fantasy.
I often did get chatting with Kate over coffee and the break room and she mentioned her passion for the gym. As an avid fitness lover, I enjoyed the chat, although I kept imagining her all sweaty and bent over the gym equipment. She complained of a recurring shoulder injury and tightness in her neck. I said it was something she should probably get looked at. “Is that an offer?” she smiled at me. I was a little taken aback but unsure if she was just joking or not. I said I was happy to help if she needed a massage as it was something I had experience with.
It was just her and I in the break room and before I knew it, we had set up a date for me to visit her house that Friday night. She was a few ranks above me in the company so urged me to keep it on the downlow as she didn’t want people gossiping.
It was all I could think about for the rest of the week and Friday night couldn’t come quick enough. I kept imagining my hands over her soft skin, the feel of her curvy thighs and hearing her gasps at me kneading her beautiful body. Just before we left the office on Friday, Kate winked at me and said she hoped I had a good weekend. Then she smiled and said she was looking forward to a very relaxing night.
I was so nervous but turned up to Kate’s house at 8pm as agreed. She answered the door and I was instantly dazzled by her looks. Her long hair was beautifully done up and she was wearing a Summer dress that showed off her curves. Her perfume sent my endorphins through the roof. She was everything I fantasised about and more.
“Well come on in’” she smiled.
As she led me in, my eyes were glued to her rear. Her dress was tight enough that it revealed she was wearing a thong. I was jealous of that fucking thong!
“I’ve poured as a glass of wine,” she said as she handed me a large glass of Pino Noir.
I needed it to calm my nerves as I knew it wouldn’t be long before my hands finally got to caress this goddess.
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