My Sexy Voluptuous Mature Horny Coworker
Hi, this is Rahul, I was working in Hyderabad when I had some projects to finish before the deadline and I was working in my office late. I was under the impression that I was the only one there, As I went to the pantry to make some tea, I heard voices from one of the offices, wondering who it was I walked closer and I realized quickly that the sounds came from Shilpa’s office. Shilpa was around 54 years old, sexy secretary to the director . She always had a smile on her face. I had always been attracted to a mature woman before, but in time I had been working there, I realized that Shilpa was something quite special. She was 5 feet tall, and her body was voluptuous, her hair was cut short and cute. Shilpa’s breasts were her most amazing attribute and the low-cut blouses she seemed to prefer (and made my eyes bug out of my head every time I saw her). Her hips were curvy and sexy, and her buttocks swayed and bounced when she walked. Shilpa’s desk faced the door, so she looked up and beamed one of those great smiles when she saw me in the doorway. “I didn’t know anyone else was here tonight Rahul. I have to get these documents ready by tomorrow she said. “Yeah, even I’ve got a lot of work to get caught up on too if I want to be able to get out of town this weekend,” I answered. She nodded and added, “The only really bad thing about this kind of work is how cramped my shoulders get after so many hours crouched over the desk. I just feel knotted up and sore.” There was no way I was going to resist an opening line that, not after the months I’d spent watching her and fantasizing about her. But I knew I had to be careful because she was married, If I misinterpreted her meanings it could end up me getting fired, as well as cost me my career. “What you really need,” I started, being very cautious with my words, “is to get home, have a nice glass of wine, and get your husband massage out those knotted muscles.” She laughed and said I doubt it, “Satish wouldn’t touch me to save his own life. He hasn’t touched me in more than 3 years except to hand me the TV remote.” “That doesn’t sound like much of a marriage.” “You are right about that, she said opening up with a sad voice. We don’t have sex, He even sleeps in a separate bedroom, and I haven’t even seen him naked for quite some time.” I guessed that I could take a chance, I said, “Well if you ever need a shoulder rub or anything, all you have to do, is ask me.” “Seriously? Are you sure? ” “Yes, Absolutely, anytime at all.” “Well then, can you rub my shoulders, please now?” Shilpa moved her chair back from her desk spinning it to her left, turning her head to watch me as I moved behind her. She was biting her lower lip slightly and gripping the armrests of her chair. She faced away from me as I let my fingertips rest on her upper arms, eyes closed and breathing through parted lips. I let my fingers move up her shoulders to her lower neck. She really was knotted and tense, so I used my fingertips to caress and massage the muscles in her shoulders. As I did this, I allowed myself to peer over her shoulder at the splendor of Shilpa’s cleavage, full, creamy, and sexy. Her dress had a very generous neckline that made my dick grow. I massaged Shilpa for some time, working on her upper arms, shoulders, and neck. “How is it? Feeling better? I asked cautiously. Shilpa did not bother to answer, she just reached up to her right shoulder and slid the strap off and pulled her arm through, revealing the shoulder strap of her bra. I traced the outline of the strap with my fingers across her back and shoulder, and then my fingers slid down the slope of her breasts until I reached the top of one very large bra cup. I brought my lips to her neck and kissed the creamy flesh she moaned. My tongue traced a line from her earlobe, down her neck and across her sweaty shoulder. My left hand tugged her chin around to my face so that I could press my lips against her full mouth while I slid my right hand down, under her dress, and into her bra cup. Our tongues met, I groped Shilpa’s heavy boobs with both hands, feeling her nipples. Smiling, she nodded towards the door. I quickly went over, closed the door. I turned back, to see that she was staring at me and smiling, pulling the dress off her tugging down the front of her dress. I knelt at her feet and watched her face peering at me from between her bra cups as I slipped my hands behind her curvy legs, sliding my hands from her ankles to her knees, caressing her calves enjoying the smoothness. Shilpa relaxed in her chair, spreading her thighs, my hands began to explore under her skirt. “Yes, Rahul feel me,” she begged. I pushed her skirt higher, now I could see her red lace panties. There was a hint of wetness there that told me how much Shilpa was enjoying. I bent down to kiss her knee, “Please don’t stop. Please….” My tongue brushed her knee and then traveled up her sexy thigh to her crotch. With my hands on her hips, I pulled her forward. She slid her bottom toward the edge of her chair and spread her thighs even further. I brought my face to her crotch and kissed her pussy through her panties. I could feel the heat; my tongue traced the outline of her pussy through the lacy material. Shilpa’s moans and whimpers were in rhythm with her ass bouncing off the seat. Her breathing was heavy and labored, but her eyes were now wide open and staring at me over her boobs. I slipped two fingers inside her panty parting it sideways, exposing her bush and hot pink lips. I dove in eagerly, wrapping my lips around her swollen clit and sliding two fingers deep into her pussy. The vaginal muscles clamped tightly around my fingers, and it did not take Shilpa long to experience the first orgasm, She was moaning in ecstasy and the muscles in her thighs rippled as she came in several tremendous spasms.