He was much younger than me. Just 24 years old. Tall, dark, muscular, big brown eyes, long eyelashes. He had a beautiful, rounded behind. His arms were broad and curved up into strong shoulders. His ears stuck out a bit but then you can’t have everything! He had short cropped hair and a wide grin. He was unlike any of the other guys at work. Most of them were hyper-intelligent dorks with no social skills and a total lack of sex-appeal. Richard, on the other hand, oozed sex from every pore.

I’d been working at the firm for about 10 months. I was bored with my long-term relationship and there were a lot of younger men around but none of them were remotely attractive - until Richard turned up. Every summer, the firm laid on a dinner at a posh hotel and everyone was expected to stay overnight. I swore to myself before the event that I would not have too much to drink – usually, whenever I went to any sort of work “do” I would have far too much to drink and forget the end of the evening. This time, I told myself, things would be different.And things were different. Right up until about 2am when a lot of people had gone to bed and there were about 20 of us left, sitting around tables, passing round the wine and champagne. That’s when he started moving closer to me.At first I thought it was my imagination, but then I realised that yes, he was actually working his way around the room until he was sitting next to me.
“I haven’t had the chance to talk to you all night” he said.
I shuddered.
“Well I’ve been waiting for you to come over” I said.
“Now I’m here, can I tell you how good you look tonight in that skirt?” he said.
“If you like” I said, smiling.
“You look fabulous in fact” he whispered into my ear.
“Thanks – I bet you say that to all the girls”. I couldn't help it. I was smiling, fluttering my eyelashes and giggling. God if I'd been any more obvious, I would have a sign over my head saying “FUCK ME PLEASE. I AM DESPERATE”. “I haven’t got a room for tonight” he said “I told them that I didn’t need a room because I have something to do tomorrow and have to get home. I really can’t be bothered to get a cab now. Errmmmm……..perhaps I could stay in your room….”
He just left it hanging there in the air. He half looked away as he said it, almost expecting me to slap his face.
“Well, I’m virtually a married woman” I said, “I’m not sure about that!”.
“Oh. Shame” he said. “I thought we might be able to have some fun….”. It didn’t take me long to make up my mind. “I’ll make my excuses, you wait about 15 minutes and then say that your cab is outside. My room is 206”.
I said my goodbyes and went upstairs to my room.My mind was racing. 'FUCK FUCK FUCK! What am I doing? I know my relationship is a bit dull at the moment but is this really what I should be doing? What if he finds out? He would never, ever be unfaithful to me - would he?'There was still time to back out. But I didn't want to! The only thing that was making me uneasy is that I SHOULDN’T do it. But god I wanted to. I wanted to with every fibre of my body. My body. Oh my body was aching for him. My cunt was wet already just thinking about what might be about to happen. My hands rubbed upwards to my breasts and I squeezed them and pinched the nipples hard. Then one hand went back down, lifted up my skirt, slipped down my knickers and I massaged my clit for a few short seconds before slipping one finger inside. I pushed it in and pulled it out slowly, one, two, three times. That was enough. I had to get ready! I quickly ran to the bathroom and checked what I looked like. What the hell - he obviously liked what he saw! Then there was a knock at the door. There he was, grin and all.
“Can I….. come in?” he asked. I knodded. He shut the door behind him.
“Are you wearing any underwear?” He asked.
Again I nodded.
“Take it off”.
I pulled my knickers down and kicked them off.He picked them up and held them to his face. He sniffed at the crotch.
“Mmmmmm….would you like to sit on the edge of the bed?” He asked.
Without a word, I sit did as he asked.He knelt before me and started to kiss my feet. His kisses were so gentle they tickled and the tickling sensation carried up my legs into my cunt which was swollen and throbbing with desire. He slipped one of my big toes into his mouth and sucks gently, then started to move his lips higher, over my ankles. His tongue came out and started to lick upwards, up my shins. His hands parted my legs just a little and the kissing and licking started to travel higher. When he reached my knees, he pulled my legs apart with such force that I was thrown backwards onto the bed, my legs still over the edge. He pushedup my skirt. “You know….” He murmurs“…I have been wanking over you for a long time now.”
His tongue traveled slowly, languidly up my inner thigh. I let out a sigh of pleasure.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Oh yes”
“Describe to me how it feels”.
“It feels like…..It feels like…….heaven” ANOTHER
“Mmmmmm”
His tongue began to flick with a little more insistence. His mouth travelled up my left thigh and then he swapped to the other thigh to create the same sensation. Then he went higher and swapped back to the other leg. He did this again and again until I could hardly stand the anticipation. The feeling built up inside me as his hands grabbed at my thighs and buttocks. Taking handfuls of flesh and squeezing them passionately, longingly. Digging his fingers into my flesh until it almost hurt. And then... his tongue finally hit my clit. It was just a quick flick and then back down to the leg but oh! what a sensation it created. I had to concentrate hard not to cum right there and then.His tongue travelled upwards…..
“Can I take off your skirt?” He asked.
“Yes” I said, breathlessly.
He turned me over and undid the zip. I was kneeling on the floor with my upper body over the bed. He pulled the skirt down and lifted my knees gently to release it. His hands kneaded my buttocks.
“You have a beautiful arse” he said. His tongue flicked around my buttocks and then began to circle my ring. It flicked inwards, inwards, inwards…..
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Oh fuck, yes.” I said.
His tongue continued to flick around and into my asshole and then finally a finger slipped inside…slowly, slowly pushing deeper and deeper. Then I felt another finger go inside. He rotated his fingers and then pushed another inside. He was biting my buttocks now and pushing his fingers into me. I felt like I was on fire. Then he left me for a brief second. I heard him unzip his trousers and then I felt his hard cock rubbing down my crack.
“Do you want me to fuck you there?”
“YES YES YES” I replied.
I heard him spit on his cock and rub it around the end. He held his cock motionless on my asshole for what seemed like an eternity and then he pushed, slowly
“Is that OK?”
“Yes.” I moaned.
He pushed a little more, a little more, a little more and then he was inside me. I felt my insides leap into space. I was kneeling on the floor, over a bed, with this gorgeous young man fucking my arsehole. Harder, harder, HARDER! He pushed into me and held himself inside.
He pushed up my top.
“I want to feel your tits” he said. I sat up and let him take off my top. His hands grabbed and squeezed and kneaded and pinched. He pinched my nipples so hard, I thought I might scream, all the while holding his cock inside me, filling me. Then he started to thrust again. Faster. Harder. Faster. Harder. Forcefully pulling me down onto him. Again and again until I started to shout out and my whole body wracked and writhed into the most terrific orgasm I hadever felt. And just as I shouted, he shouted too. Shouting out in perfect orgasmic pleasure. Ahhhhh! And he fell onto my back and we lay there for what seemed like hour, his hands cupping my breasts, occasionally tweaking my nipples and thrusting his softening cock into my gaping arse just to see how it felt.We left in the morning. I saw him a few days later at work. His ears stuck out. He had bad teeth. He was actually a little bit boring. He’s out of my system now. But God, what a night!