This story is only meant to be an expression of fantasy. As such, the characters in this story do not use condoms, as their world is one that does not require protection for sexual acts. I do not condone nor practice any sexual act that is unsafe or is performed without protection.
All of my submissions on Literotica thus far have been fictional pieces (although the leading ladies in each story have been based on real women). Today, I have the urge to submit a bit of a fantasy of mine. My choice to do this was inspired by a dream I had last night; a dream about a former co-worker who I have fantasized about quite a lot. In my dream, she openly and sexually hit on me. Sadly, the dream ended before anything could happen! (Isn't that always the way?)
I should note right away that all of the names and a few of the settings of this submission have been changed to protect identities.
To begin with, I had been managing an office for several years when, one day, I was presented with a new employee who would fill the recent vacancy in our office. Her name was Candy, but she liked to be called C.C. She was nearly fifty years at the time but it was hard to tell. Then again, I've always had a thing for older women!
C.C. was of short stature, maybe hitting 5'3", and had lengthy dark hair that was straight but somewhat thick. She had full, pouty lips that made me think of Shannon Tweed, and a sexy smile. Of course, the thing I noticed most was her figure.
The office in which we worked was somewhat casual so it was not uncommon for us to wear jeans. C.C. often wore snug denims that made her ass look tight and delectable. I would watch her from behind at times, just admiring her round ass and hoping she would bend over. While most of the time she wore black or dark blue jeans, the lighter blue form-fitting jeans she wore every so often caught my eye the most.
There were times, however, that C.C. wore short skirts that showed off her nice legs. If I had to choose between the jeans and the skirts, I don't think I could -- she looked equally hot in both!
But more than anything, it was C.C.'s tits that got my cock stirring. While C.C. often wore dark colours and did not wear revealing garments, she owned a couple of light coloured sweaters that really clung to her form and showed off how busty she was. Every day, I'd hoped she'd come in to work wearing one of those sweaters -- that's how much more of a turn-on she was when she wore those items!
There were many times when she'd come into my office with a file or some papers, and she'd go over them while I was sitting at my desk and she was standing on the opposite side. I have to admit that, as she read from the notes, I pretended to eye the papers but really had my sights set on her breasts. They were so beautifully shaped and were extremely tempting, particularly when she filled out her taut sweaters. My cock often became rock hard as she stood across the desk from me.
It wasn't uncommon for me to eye C.C. throughout the day, finding myself so horny that I had to close my office door and have an imaginary cold shower; sometimes I had to go to the washroom, duck into a stall, pull out my aching cock and masturbate as I envisioned C.C. riding me.
I wasn't the only man in the office to notice C.C. More than a couple of times I overheard my male co-workers comment on her body; one man even went so far as to tell another how much he wanted to fuck C.C. It wasn't the most proper thing you could say in a work environment, but at the same time, I couldn't disagree. The guy had great taste!
I worked with C.C. for two years. She was married but had no children and was actually a very nice person. But she was incredibly sexy as well. Apart from her sensational body and her succulent lips, her love of motorcycles, rock and roll and leather jackets just screamed sex to me.
It was a real pleasure eyeing her every day. There were times I'd see her searching for a file, intently focused on the records;as she concentrated, her full lips would be pressed together, giving me visions that caused immediate erections. I would picture those pouty lips pressed against the swollen head of my shaft. Moist with pre-cum, her lips would part ever so slightly and kiss the tip. Gently, she'd slide her wet lips down the base of my shaft until she reached my balls. C.C. would tease my balls with a lick before she'd begin suckling her way up the length of my rod. Again she'd part her lips and begin sucking on the tingling head. Slowly, she'd take the entire head in her mouth, swirling her tongue all around it. Little by little, she'd take more of my cock in, coating it with her saliva. Her hot, wet mouth would radiate sexual pleasure throughout my member while her inviting lips would slide along the skin, like silk. Gently, C.C. would finally take the last inch of my hard cock in her mouth, deep-throating me with a soft, sexy moan, causing me to clutch her head in my hands as I try to refrain from cumming too soon.
C.C. would ease her hold on my snake and begin a slow glide up and down the wet shaft, sucking on the head each time she reached the top. As she pleasured my rod, her hand would find my full balls and she would cup them gently, tickling them subtly with her palm. Her head would begin bobbing with a little more rhythm as my cock would submit to her magical technique. Her lips would be glistening with a combination of saliva and pre-cum, the sight of which would send a rocket of energy throughout my heated erection. I'd begin moaning from the ecstasy and C.C. would sense that I was anxious to cum for her.
She would intensify her sucking of my rod while my balls would rub against the palm of her hand. My hands would guide her head as she would take the entire length of my cock in her mouth and hold it tightly, moving her head and pressing her tongue against my shaft. C.C. would begin to moan along with me as she could feel my cock begin to jerk, ready to erupt. She would slide her way back up to the swollen head, back down to the base and up to the top again, encouraging me to release my warm cream for her.
Pumping my hips and fucking her mouth, I would call out to her that I'm ready to cum. Her soft, full lips would run all over my vibrating cock as she suckled me to orgasm. I'd groan with extreme pleasure as my milky white sperm would shoot out of the head and into C.C.'s hot, wet mouth. She would wrap her hand around my cock and pump it, encouraging me to give her every drop of cum. Sucking on me until I could ejaculate no more, C.C. would finally release my satisfied cock from her mouth before she would lick the last bit of cream from her full, moist lips.
Watching C.C. and fantasizing about her was a definite perk about working in our office. Nothing ever happened between us -- she was married after all -- and nothing ever will; but that hasn't stopped me from fantasizing about her. I've had several fantasies involving her -- and no matter what the role, whether she played a neighbour, a friend's mother, a landlady, a groupie, a teacher, a boss, or an audience member at a male strip club, her sexiness makes her fit every role perfectly.
So now, I'd like to share one of my fantasies about C.C. I hope you enjoy this.
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It was another difficult, stressful day at work. The office was often a hard place to be, particularly when members of the head office seemed to target my staff when the time came to blame someone for skinny profits. Lately, I'd been very tense; it was nearing the end of the fiscal year, the company CEO was after me daily for input on how our office could cut costs significantly, and a staff member had recently up and quit, leaving us short-staffed at the most critical time of the year.
I looked at the clock after the long Thursday. It was nearly five o'clock -- quitting time -- but I knew I'd be at the office another two hours at least. There was too much work to be done and not enough hours in which to do it all.
As the minutes ticked off and five o'clock was within reach, I could hear the sudden energized bustle of my employees getting ready to quit for the day. It was very disheartening to face the reality that, despite my dedication, only one or two of my staff members had enough commitment to put in a little overtime now and then when required. Instead, they were all out the door the moment the clock struck five.
I watched and listened as the employees slithered out of the office, only a handful dropping by my office to say goodnight. The lights in the back were turned off and the noise of the outgoing employees drowned out until I heard the final click of the lock of the front door. 'At least,' I thought, sighing, 'I can get some work done without distraction now.'
Or so I thought.
No more than thirty seconds after I looked down at the scattered file on my desk, a soft knock at my office door startled me. I looked up quickly to see Candy -- better known to all of us as C.C. (since she hated the name Candy). The dark-haired PR rep stood inside my door frame, looking regretful that she'd taken my attention from my work.
"I'm sorry," she began quietly, "I didn't mean to startle you."
As tense as I was, and as much as I hated poorly-timed disruptions, I couldn't be upset with C.C. She was a great worker and was well-liked around the office. Besides, I always found her to be a great distraction from work. She was in her late-40s and was a good thirteen years older than me, but she was by far the sexiest woman in the office.
"It's alright," I replied, waving her in. "I didn't realize you were still here. I thought everyone left."
"Well, I've got a couple of things to finish before I go," C.C. explained as she entered my office. She stood before me in a short, black skirt, taut to her frame, with dark stockings that hugged her legs and a royal blue cotton sweater that molded to her body and made her sizeable breasts look stunning. All day, in the few rare occasions when I could lift my head from my desk and escape my office, I tried to sneak glimpses of C.C. At one point, as I exited my office shortly before lunch, I saw C.C.'s entire profile as she stood at a filing cabinet. She was reaching for something from the top drawer -- her skirt hiking up slightly and her lovely bosom protruding even further. Instantly, I had become very horny and, were it not for the mounds of work on my desk, I'd have gone to the washroom and masturbated to thoughts of C.C.
"So, what can I do for you?" I asked, trying to avoid lowering my eyesight from her face to her voluptuous chest.
"I just wanted to say thank you for being so understanding about Lane and everything I've been going through." C.C. and her husband Lane had decided to separate a few months back and he had recently filed divorce papers. While C.C. had known it was coming, she had not been aware that he had chosen to blame her for the break-up and was using that excuse as leverage to take their house in the settlement. This caused C.C. to have to miss a lot of work in order to deal with lawyers, courts and other legalities. It was also causing C.C. a lot of stress, although she had been great at hiding it while on the job. Everyone at the office knew Lane's outlandish claims against C.C. were bogus, but lawyers sometimes have a way of making any untruth seem genuine, as C.C. was finding out. "I'm really sorry to have been missing so much work," she continued. "I'll make it all up, I swear."
"C.C., I've told you before," I began with an even tone, "don't worry about making up the time. You're going through a rough time right now. We all understand.Just worry about getting through this thing and do your best around here."
"Thank you, Rob. I'm trying."
"Good. That's all we can ask right now." I began to rub the back of my neck unconsciously.
"Pretty stressed, huh?"
"You're rubbing your neck again."
"You've been doing that a lot lately. Haven't you noticed?"
I put my hand down. "Not really. I guess I haven't had time to notice."
C.C. paused, looking down. "It may not be very appropriate, but I give really good neck massages. I'd be happy to give you one. It's the least I could do."
A wave of discomfort overcame me. At the same time, my sexual instincts found the scenario very erotic. As much as I wanted to explore the possibilities, I knew better.
"Well, thank you. I appreciate it. But I think it's a little inappropriate."
"I understand," C.C. replied with a slight look of guilt. She took a step towards my door. "If it makes any difference, though, we are off the clock. I think that's ok." She looked at me. "Isn't it?"
I looked at C.C.'s friendly expression. While the manager in me was trying to control my answer, the human in me rationalized C.C.'s rebuttal. It was after hours and C.C. was just offering a friendly neck massage to pay me back for the understanding I'd shown her during her legal ordeal. My mind knew it was a bad mistake, but my heart and my cock knew otherwise.
I nodded. "Ok. I really could use a massage, actually. But, uh, let's keep this between us."
C.C. moved around my desk, her beautiful full tits leading the way. "Certainly. I think this would make us both look bad!" she chuckled.
I pushed my chair away from my desk a little as she positioned herself behind me. "It's very tender right now," I advised her as I lowered my head, "particularly on the right." I felt her fingers make contact with the back of my neck. Her touch was gentle and her skin was warm. Instantly, I felt a gentle surge of sexual electricity flow down my spine. My cock reacted and began to stir.
"It's very tight," C.C. said as she began to gently knead my neck. "You must be tense."
"It's been a very difficult month."
"You can say that again."
I thought about C.C.'s legal troubles. "Maybe I should be the one to be giving you a neck rub," I joked.
"We'll talk," she replied, chortling. Her voice softened; "Now, just relax. Try to think of some calming things. Try to remember that tomorrow is Friday. Imagine going home Friday night, sitting in your favourite chair and putting your feet up. Pretend it will be the first day of your vacation."
As C.C. continued to rub my neck, I tried to focus on things that calm me. I attempted to picture sitting on a beach in the Caribbean, listening to the waves and thinking about a quiet supper at sunset. The harder I tried to think of those things, the more I became aware of the flow of vibrancy coursing through my body from C.C.'s sensual touch. As I felt my cock start to harden and my mind start to wander, I began to wonder if her massage's effect on me was intentional or natural.
Realizing that a boner was starting to form in my pants, I tried to regain focus and imagine myself in a lounger on that beach in the Caribbean. Before I knew it, C.C. appeared in the image; her shapely, naked body approaching me. All I could see was C.C. lowering her body onto mine, straddling my cock and riding me in perfect rhythmic sync with the waves of the sea. Her large breasts gently bobbing above me, craving my touch.Her head thrown back as she experienced surges of pleasure. My cock growing inside of her.....
I felt my cock stiffen and shift in my pants and I realized that I was drifting off in an exotic fantasy about C.C. Embarrassed that she may catch sight of my bulge, I quickly began thinking about anything that would deaden my arousal.
"How are you doing?" C.C. asked quietly, rubbing the base of my neck. "Is this helping?"
'More than you know!' I thought. "Yes," I answered aloud, hoping my crotch was not in her line of sight.
"Good. Now, just remain relaxed."
Again, I closed my eyes, determined not to escape into erotic thoughts again. My body tingled at the hands of C.C. and I knew I had to compromise any relaxation in order to keep from becoming aroused again. I knew I had to be strong but my body felt otherwise.
C.C. continued massaging my neck, which was feeling so much better. She could have stopped and she'd have done her job, but I wanted her to continue. I was amazed at how good she was at massage.
I kept my mind on relaxing images, doing everything I could to avoid dirty thoughts, and allowed myself to sink into the massage. My neck was feeling great at this point and I felt the tension easing from my body.
Suddenly, I felt myself moan. For some reason, I felt embarrassed for having that reaction and my eyes popped open when I realized what I'd done. I must have jolted as well because C.C.'s hand motions stopped and she asked if I was ok.
"Uh, yes," I stammered, now knowing that the massage had gone too far. "My neck feels much better now, thank you."
C.C. kept her hands on my neck. "That's good, but don't get up yet. If I don't give you a cool down, your neck may become stiff."
Puzzled, I contested that statement in my mind. I'd never heard of anything like that before. I then assumed it was like having to cool down after working out, and I accepted it.
Trying to settle down the best I could, I let out a deep breath and allowed C.C. to continue her massage.
"Don't be embarrassed because you moaned," she said quietly. "It's not the first time I've been able to elicit that reaction."
Instinctively, I took her last statement as sexually as possible and imagined being brought to moans by her. My cock stirred again, signaling me to divert my thoughts.
C.C. gently caressed my neck, calming me instantly. I was beginning to wonder why she wasn't in massage therapy when suddenly I felt something unusual. It felt like her breath against the back of my neck. Before I could wonder if this was part of the cool down, I felt the soft, gentle touch of her full lips against my skin above the collar line.
Shocked but not opposed, I didn't react. I was curious to see what would happen if I didn't say anything. Then I felt her lips against my neck again and her hands slide to my shoulders. Tingles filled my body and my member began to grow.
Without saying a word, C.C. placed a hand under my chin and gently lifted my head. She leaned over me and kissed me full on the mouth. My cock stiffened as I reached up and pulled C.C.'s mouth into mine. We opened our lips and slid our tongues in each other's mouth, passionately French kissing.
C.C. began to moan while we sucked each other's lips. She slid her hand down my chest and onto my bulging crotch. Her hand rested on my bulge for only a few seconds before she began stroking it. I couldn't believe this was happening but I wasn't about to stop it. I was so hot for C.C. and I was anxious to have sex with this mature woman.
Without breaking our heavy kissing, I stood from my chair and pulled her into me. My stiff cock was sandwiched between us and I felt her hard nipples press against me. I wrestled her skirt up her thighs before reaching around and taking her ass cheeks in my hands. I felt more skin than underwear fabric, giving me a mental image of C.C. wearing a pair of skimpy panties.
C.C. and I feasted on each other's mouths; I knew I was very hungry for her and it was obvious she was ravenous as well. She grunted as I squeezed her wondrous round ass and pressed my raging erection into her. Her vocal reaction was my signal -- I pulled my hands out from under her skirt and reached up to unzip it. C.C. wiggled her ass to help me as I slid the black garment down her legs and threw it aside.
I looked down to see C.C.'s individual stockings end thigh-high and a flimsy pair of purple lace panties barely covering her pussy. My cock stood out shamelessly as C.C. began pulling off her sweater. I quickly helped her, anticipating seeing the tits I had been longing to see. No sooner had we disposed of her top had she begun pulling open the buttons of my dress shirt. As she did, I looked down at the gorgeous jugs that were held valiantly by the bra that matched her panties. The lace barely hid her dark erect nipples, but did so just enough to leave something to the imagination.