Great Sex Blog

I’m an average divorced guy in his 30s - not too fat, not too fit. But I am a couple of inches over six feet tall and I go out of my way to be useful wherever I can - that and a barrow-load of charm means that my bed is rarely cold for long.

Working in the IT department means that I get around the building a lot - talking to people about projects, sorting out contracts, smoothing things out. I don’t date co-workers as a rule but I do spend a lot of time being gracious to the women that I work with - remembering birthdays, asking how things are going with their kids and/or pets. If they don’t want to talk to me about non-work stuff that is fine, but most of them appreciate attention from a straight male that is not directed entirely at their tits. I’ve had a few very discrete liaisons with women that I’ve worked with in the past, and it’s been a lot of fun - but I never thought I’d get to screw my boss.

Sandy is fantasy material for a lot of guys in the office - despite being in her mid 40s she is incredibly hot. Blonde, big big eyes, wide mouth with full lips. An hourglass figure without being big-boned, amazing breasts (I’m guessing Ds here) that she carries proudly, and one of those heart-shaped asses that I could watch all day. How she does it has been the subject of much quiet coffee-room and after work bar conversation - people that have known her for 20 years swear that she’s always been that shape, but her tits and ass just keep getting better. She wears fairly conservative clothes most of the time, but occasionally I’ve seen her at work parties wearing tighter stuff - and I have to stop myself from gaping and drooling.

When I jerk off, or even when I am with some other woman, sooner or later my thoughts turn to her. Thank god I’ve never moaned her name in the middle of a wet dream (not that I’ve been told, anyhow).

Things took a turn for the better when she kicked her old man out of the house for screwing around behind her back - why that guy wasn’t happy with the goddess at home I’ll never know, but I will be eternally grateful to him for screwing up.

The word got around the office that Sandy was getting a divorce, and the afterwork beer conversations amongst the guys in IT turned to who was going to be the lucky bastard that got to nail her. I tried to steer the conversation away (”Sure, she looks hot, but does she really go off?”) without much success.

Over the next couple of weeks Sandy’s dress habits started to change - her heels got a little higher, her hemline crept then stayed above her knees, and her blouses got tighter. It is my habit to find some way of complimenting the people that I work with on their appearance, and when I said that her taste in clothing was going from great to fantastic she really lit up. When I saw her in a meeting a couple of hours later I noticed that she’d undone another button or two on her white blouse, exposing some cleavage when she lent over. I was pretty much useless during the meeting as I tried not to look at her chest - other guys in the room seemed to be trying to do the same.

When she did look my way my eyes were just on the up-stroke, dragging themselves away from her melons. I was caught for sure - but rather than being affronted she smiled at me, and I’d swear there was a twinkle of lustful mischief in her eyes.

Things progressed over the next couple of days - she’d notice my admiring glances and look into my eyes and smile. I was trying to figure out how I could make a move on her but still keep my job if I was misreading her signals - but it turned out that I didn’t have to worry at all.

That night a few of us were working late on a proposal for more work on a big internal project, and I noticed that Sandy had hung around as well. Every now and then she’d come to the door of her office and look out across the cubicle farm, then go back inside, as if she were waiting for something to happen. After 8 the other guys had drifted off home, leaving me to do the final revision before sending it to Sandy for approval.

She leaned out the door, and noticed that I was alone.

“Adam, can you come in for a minute?”.

I tried not to run.

“Please, close her door and sit down.”

Her breathing was rapid - those magnificent boobs were rising and falling too quickly for me to fail to notice. She was a little flushed, and her big eyes seemed to crackle with mischief. Despite trying to play it cool I felt my dick stir and harden.

She looked a little embarrassed… “Adam, there is, umm, something that I need your help with”.

“Anything, Sandy, you know that.”

“I want you under my desk”.

My breath caught in my throat - for about three seconds I looked at her while my head tried to work out if there were any other meaning to what she was saying. She moved back away from her desk and motioned me forward with her fingers. She wanted me to eat her!

I mumbled “yes” and moved around the desk to kneel in front of her. She kissed me passionately - there was a lot of hunger in it. I thanked all the gods as I ran my hand lightly up her thigh - she opened her legs wide in response and hitched her short black skirt up. Sandy moaned as my fingertips moved closer to heaven - she’d removed her panties some time before. I slid a fingertip over her outer lips and found that she was dripping wet already - I didn’t waste any time but leant down further and started to follow my fingertips with my teeth, nipping and sucking further up her inner thighs. She started panting with lust.

Eating a violently horny woman is one of my favourite things, and one of the reasons why women kept seeking me out - I genuinely like tonguefucking women until they come. This one was A-grade prize eating material, coming as I flicked my thumb over the entrance to her vagina while I blew cool air over her clit. I was so hoping that she was a good fuck until today, and I guessed now that she was - it’s the responsive ones that really get me off. While she came down I gently stroked her, looking up to see her tits heaving with each breath. I ran my fingernails over her stomach, still twitchy with post-orgasmic ripples.

By this stage my cock was rock hard and aching for release from my pants - I undid my belt and let them slide down with one hand as the other played with her. I inserted one then two fingertips into her dripping pussy but just to the first joint, lapping across the top of her clit without applying much pressure, and she started to moan lightly again. She didn’t object as I slid a hand inside her blouse and down her bra to play with one of her nipples, rolling it slightly. I slowly built her up this way for a few minutes, and she kept getting hotter and hotter, moving my fingertips deeper inside her, until her moaning got really loud. I then slid them deep inside her, swirling around her cervix and up until she jumped - I’d found her G. I massaged it vigorously and fastened my lips over her clit, sucking and nibbling gently.

“Ohhh, fuck!” she cried - and rewarded my efforts with a squirting pussy-pulsing orgasm that seemed to last for the best part of a minute. Slumping back in her chair still panting, she looked deep into my eyes and said “I… have… never… come… like THAT before!”. She undid the buttons of her blouse and stood, leaning over the top of me as she freed her breasts from the confines of her bra. I couldn’t believe how good her tits looked as she leant further over to place her hands on her desk.

“What are you waiting for, Adam? Get behind me and fuck me hard, right fucking now!”

I didn’t have to be asked twice.