I met her five years ago when I was transferred to the company headquarters. K, a senior, was petite with a baby face, but she was two years older than me and already married. She was a computer instructor, and I worked in technical auditing. Although our job contents were different, we were assigned to the same group. Given our close age, she frequently used me for errands.
One day, she asked me to help her fetch some documents from the basement of the company. The basement was a storage area, cluttered with items, making it challenging to find what we were looking for.
As I was searching, the door to the storage room opened, and K entered. “There you are,” she called out with her usual cheerful tone. Her smile was always charming, and I couldn’t help but be attracted to it.
“I thought I should help for a change,” she said, joining me in the search. Glancing sideways, I accidentally caught a glimpse up her skirt, which made my heart race. I glanced again, trying not to be obvious, but she noticed.
“Hey, do you like me?” she asked, catching me off guard. “Yes, of course. You’re a great senior,” I replied, flustered. She then confessed, “My husband hasn’t been paying attention to me lately,” and as she said this, she reached over and gently touched me through my pants.
“Is this okay, K?” I asked, my last bit of restraint slipping away. “Yes, go ahead,” she replied, looking up at me with inviting eyes. My restraint shattered, and I leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped me, saying, “Lipstick will smudge.”
She unzipped my pants, pulling out my hardened member, and knelt down, taking it into her mouth. Her warm mouth and soft tongue sent waves of pleasure through me as she skillfully performed fellatio. I couldn’t help but moan at the sensation.
“Feels so good…” I murmured. She smiled, taking me deeper, letting me feel her throat. I held her head gently, reveling in the sensation as she continued.
After a while, she stood up and said, “Now, fulfill me.” She lifted her skirt, discarding her underwear. I pulled her close and laid her down on the floor, caressing her small breasts gently.
Her breathing grew heavy, and she arched her hips towards my hand. I slid my fingers inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness. “More…” she whispered, clutching my hand tightly.
Then, I positioned myself and entered her in the missionary position. Her body shivered as I moved inside her, and she moaned, “Ah, ah,” in rhythm with my thrusts.
After a while, she said, “Now it’s my turn,” and straddled me. She began to ride me in the cowgirl position, moving slowly at first and then faster, chasing her own pleasure. Her face reflected pure ecstasy.
She moved intensely, and I could feel the pressure and warmth inside her, pushing me to my limit. She was close too, I could tell.
“I’m coming…” she whispered, and we reached our climax together. Her body convulsed, and I released inside her. That moment of bliss was indescribable.
Afterwards, she quietly stood up and adjusted her clothes. “Thank you,” she said softly before leaving the basement. The special moment we shared would be etched in my memory forever.