Moonlit Window

Harry and I work together, he’s in his late 40’s which is nearly twice my age (23) but he keeps himself in pretty good trim and is not bad looking for his age. He has a lovely pert arse that I’m often tempted to grab but daren’t as I don’t know how he’ll react.
We both have to attend meetings every couple of months which mean an overnight stay.

He’s a real gent when we’re away but at work he is often taking the piss out of me. Calling fat lump & stuff like that even though I’m pretty thin. People think I’m anorexic. I know I’m thin and I guess I’m a bit fanatical about my weight but then again what girl isn’t.

I’m often a bit cheeky with him and sometime purposefully flirtatious. But he has never reacted so I assumed he didn’t fancy me. I often ask him about his sex life. I know he’s not married (divorced) and I suspect he’s had a fling with at least one woman at work but he gives nothing away. I quite admire his discretion, all the blokes I know would be bragging about any woman they had.

On more than on occasion when we’ve been away I’ve got a bit tipsy and been tempted to kiss him, just to see what it’s like (he has a moustache) but never had the courage.

This last time, I had quite a bit too much to drink and by the time I got back to the hotel I was feeling decidedly queasy and unsteady on my feet. I knew I needed to throw up. I have an amazing ability to sober up almost instantly when I’ve chucked up.
Harry was a real gent, he helped me back to my room. As I couldn’t get the key in the lock, Harry took it and opened the door. I had no chance to say thanks as I dashed for the bathroom and got rid of the booze and sadly the remnants of what had been a lovely meal.. Oh god I hate being sick but felt much better after

I washed out my mouth and rinsed with mouthwash then went back into my bedroom. What a shock. Harry was still there. He was offering some sensible suggestions about drink water when I noticed my trousers I was wearing were wet and stained. I guess I marked them while kneeling over the bowl.
I was planning to wear them at the meeting next day and didn’t know what to do. Harry was his usual helpful self. He offered to try to clean them.
I when back into the bathroom to take them off. I was tipsy but no way out of control. I thought I’d have some fun. So I took off my trousers then walked back into the bedroom, in just in my panties (thank goodness I’d put clean one on before we went out)

Harry face was a picture. I could see he noticed, but said nothing. He took my trousers off me and went into the bathroom to try to clean them.
While he was doing my trousers, my phone rang. It was my boyfriend ringing to say goodnight. I had a difficult call, working hard to make sure I didn’t sound drunk. I think I got away with it. I was also nervous that Harry would come out while I was on the phone. As it happened he walked out of the bathroom just as I said my last goodnight and turned off the phone.

Harry put my trousers in the trouser press and assured me they would be dry by morning. I explained about the difficult call and he made some comment about if Craig could see me that he might be shocked.

Oh hell, I was tipsy away from home, and wanted to have some fun. I wasn’t sure how far I (or he) would go, but it would be exciting to see.
“Why would he be shocked” I asked “what’s wrong with me?” I got of the bed and did my best pose in front of the mirror making sure he could see my panties. Which is what he told me he meant. (Oh goody he noticed) I told him “it will have to be our secret”

I asked him what he thought and he made it clear he liked what he saw. That made be feel even more determined to see how far I could push him.

I asked why he was always mocking me at work then, calling me fat and stuff. He told me it was because he wasn’t sure how I would take it and that it might cause problems if he said nice things. Then he said one of the nicest things. “I’ve often want to hug you when your feeling down” he said. I was really taken with that.

I asked him to give me a hug and as usual he acted like the thoughtful person he is. Saying” I don’t want to take advantage of you in your condition” I assured him I was tipsy but in full control.

I stood in front of him, shaking in excitement as he put his arms round me and gave me a gentle but firm hug. Stroking my shoulders, I rested my head on his chest. Boy it felt good. I told him how it made me feel much better after being sick and that, helping me out. And I now knew I wanted more, but not sure how much or how he would respond. I had often wondered what he would be like to kiss being older and that as well as having a moustache. I’d kissed rough shaven boys before but not one with a lip of hair. So I thought why not?

I thanked him for helping me out and if he was a friend would he do something else for me.
He hesitated but agreed and I told him I wanted a kiss! He was clearly unsure so I just grabbed him.
First we just touched lips, and then I couldn’t help it. I pushed my tongue out, making it clear I wanted a proper snog.

After about a minute we broke for breath. I told him “you’re a dammed good kisser” and he complimented me.

I grabbed him again and we snogged more. This was much sexier his hands were all over my body as well as my arse. I was now feeling very horny and knew I would go all the way if he wanted to ,but how to make it clear what I wanted?
I decided just to go for it. I slipped a hand between us and rubbed the front of his trousers. Oh goody, I could feel he was semi hard. Blooming cheek, he blamed me for giving him a stiffie!
He was clearly not sure if I was teasing him, so I decided to make my intent clear.
I unzipped his trousers and pushed them down with his pants. His cock stood out like a flag pole. I was please to see it was just a nice size for me. I went out with a boy once who was enormous, it sounds like heaven, but he was so big, we never had proper sex, he was just too big.

I made it clear I knew what I was doing, I sat on the bed looking up at him. Aw bless he was trembling. I told him “I know what this needs” I gave his cock a kiss, and opening my mouth sucked him in.

Men are all the same, they think a woman is giving them pleasure, but they have it all wrong. I think it gives us such power. What a position to have a man in, his most precious organ in your mouth. Knowing he can do nothing otherwise you’ll damage him for life. I find it a real turn on, knowing I have him fully under my control and at the same time making him so excited.

I looked up at him as I sucked gently on his dick. He was rocking on his toes, almost fucking my mouth. After a couple of minutes I let go.
“You like” I asked? He made it plain he enjoyed it.
Shit I was horny now, I needed him inside me. I slipped under the covers and invited him in.

He still seemed a bit unsure, and I almost demanded he got into bed. Harry stripped off as I removed the rest of my clothes under the covers. I’ve always felt a bit self conscious about my body and wasn’t ready to fully expose myself so turned out the light as I watched him undress. I was pleasantly surprised with his body. Even at his age, He had a good shape, It was clear he looked after himself.

I’m only a size 6 and have really small boobs that I feel self-conscious about so I asked Harry not to laugh at them, assured me he wouldn’t.

We snuggled up together and snogged in almost complete darkness, just a glow from the street lights showing in the room, enough to see each others outline but not any great detail, thank goodness. His hands were all over me playing particular attention to my boobs. Whilst I’m very self-conscious about them, I love them being played with. He soon had my nipples feeling hard, then he threw back the covers and began kissing and sucking them tenderly. Oh it felt so good

I rubbed his cock and was desperate for him to use it. Oh my I needed him inside me. I was so turned on.

He told me he want to get me ready, I made it clear I was certainly that, but I was interested to see what he meant so just lay back and let him continue.
He was still sucking and licking my tits and I felt his hand slide gently down my stomach and slip between my legs which I willing opened slightly as I guessed where he was heading. (Phew I was glad I’d trimmed down there recently)

Shit, I was so worked up, my stomach was churning with anticipation. While I was eager for a fuck I wanted to let his experienced hands to what ever they wanted. After all, that was one of my intentions to see what experience has over youthful enthusiasm.

I felt a finger rub the entrance to my pussy then slip easily inside. I knew my pussy was soaking so he slipped it in effortlessly. I began moving my hips in time with his probing, almost fucking his finger but I needed more. I then felt what I could tell was a second finger probing my insides. Oh it felt good. His fingers were touching parts of me that only I knew were there. All the time he kept up the sucking of my nipples. Shit I must have been dripping with fanny juice.

I was really getting desperate for a fuck now. I really needed to feel his cock forcing its self inside me but he hadn’t finished.
With his fingers inside I could feel him rubbing my clitoris. My boy friend is not so good at this, but Harry seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He seemed to have magic fingers. In only a couple of minutes I could feel the warm tingle I have experience on those rare occasions I’ve masturbated. Oh fuck I was going to orgasm.
I grabbed his hand forcing it against me. Oh god I thought, whatever you doing don’t stop.
“Oh yes “I shouted rub faster oh yes just there ….” I fucked his hand as I cried out “oh yes oh yes…….. I’m coming.
I felt the tremor of pleasure pulse through my body, I felt dizzy with the feeling of a powerful orgasm