Standing outside the trendy lunch spot located in the trendy mall, I started to rethink my decision to help Kate. I know why she asked me to meet and perhaps, if things went well, provide some guidance for her troubled young goddaughter. Kate had observed me at work, mentoring new hires for the last ten years. Most of these were young women, recent college grads. She knew I was always appropriate with them and always maintained a strong sense of professionalism and integrity. Many of the 20 or so had moved on to bigger and better things within the agency. All of them expressed to my supervisor and their co-workers how lucky they were to have had the opportunity to work with me. Now that I was retired, Kate felt I could resume my mentoring career.
But I felt like a shady used car salesman, trying to push the well packaged lemon off on some unsuspecting buyer. I wonder if Kate would have been so eager to seek my assistance if she knew about Erica.
Ah yes Erica, my last trainee. There was just something different about her right from the get go. Maybe it was because she started about six months after my wife of 30 years died on a jobsite accident and I was looking for some female friendship. She was 22 when she started two years ago. Very bright and very attractive, it seemed like we connected on a whole different level. She was so eager to learn and she was just fun to be around. I looked forward to going to work every day just to spend time with her.
It was a year into her assignment when I began to notice some sexual tension building between us. I never dated after my wife died, instead I just threw myself into work and training Erica. Perhaps it was all the attention I was giving her that provided that spark. She'd come into my office a couple of times a day just to chat. We'd practice our Spanish together. Even though she was sending out some vibes, I did my best not to press the issue.
At first I wrote it off to wishful thinking. What hot 23 year old has an interest in a 62 year old geezer. And boy was she hot. She was Hispanic with beautiful dark features, 5'3" with great legs and even better ass. Her breasts weren't very big but I'd always been a leg and ass man. As we grew closer, I found myself thinking more about her at night. Erica became the focus of all my sexual thoughts.
One day she came to work with a pair of jeans that redefined the word skinny. I couldn't take my eyes off of that perfect ass whenever she walked by. That night I masturbated myself to sleep fantasizing about cuffing her face down on my bed and spanking her until both ass cheeks turned bright red. Then straddling her I'd cum all over her ass gently rubbing my pearly white seed to sooth the sting of my blows. That was one of many scenarios I would cum to over the last couple of years.
As much as I wanted her, I was able to keep it together and not make a fool of myself. That changed one week into my retirement.
My last official day on the job was spent at my agency's headquarters in Atlanta, filling out final paperwork. There was a retirement luncheon scheduled when I returned home that following week at the office. I went in that Friday to clean my desk and enjoy the party. In the process of going through my things, I found some Spanish textbooks and reference materials I thought Erica might want. I walked over to her office and placed them on her desk. Erica was in a meeting so I left her a note telling her they were hers to keep.
I was just finishing up when I heard Erica's voice as she walked into my office.
"Are you sure you don't want to keep this one?"
I looked up and saw she was holding a book titled, "Mierda", a Spanish dictionary of dirty words. There was Erica with a big smile on her face, wearing a skirt that was much shorter than anything I'd ever seen her in along with a top that had one too many buttons undone.
"Maybe you should keep it, just in case you meet some hot young chica you wanna fuck. Like me."
With that she threw her arms around me and kissed me. Our tongues danced a sultry tango as I backed her into my desk and lifted her upon it. I knelt in front of her, pushed her skirt up around her hips and saw she was wearing nothing underneath. Pulling her to the edge of the desk and spreading her legs open, I saw her beautiful bald pussy. Using my thumbs, I pushed back her swollen labia that glistened with her excitement. My tongue slowly journeyed north, coaxing her ever hardening clit from its' hiding place. Erica grabbed the back of my head and moaned softly as her body began to spasm in waves of orgasm.
With my cock begging for relief, I got to my feet, unzipped my pants and guided my cock between her slippery folds. As I began to pump, Erica begged me to cum inside of her. That sent me over the edge. With one final thrust, my body stiffened and I exploded. Erica's pussy grabbed my shaft and milked every last drop of cum from me.
I pulled out and knelt back down in front of her.
"Let me clean you up."
I dove back in using my tongue to scoop my cum from her pussy. Erica's hips bucked as she came again.
"Oh my God" she whispered, "please don't stop."
I continued to eat her until she pushed my head away. Getting up from the desk, she straightened her skirt, gave me a hug and walked out of my office.
For the past three months I've relived that moment countless times. Then when Kate asked me about her goddaughter, I quickly agreed. Did I think the same thing would happen with her? I quickly dismissed that idea. What happened between Erica and me was an anomaly. I would approach this just like I did at work, just like Kate would expect me.
Just then I saw Kate walking toward me, with a very attractive young woman beside her. With just that one quick look, I knew keeping this on a strictly professional level may not be that easy.
But I felt like a shady used car salesman, trying to push the well packaged lemon off on some unsuspecting buyer. I wonder if Kate would have been so eager to seek my assistance if she knew about Erica.
Ah yes Erica, my last trainee. There was just something different about her right from the get go. Maybe it was because she started about six months after my wife of 30 years died on a jobsite accident and I was looking for some female friendship. She was 22 when she started two years ago. Very bright and very attractive, it seemed like we connected on a whole different level. She was so eager to learn and she was just fun to be around. I looked forward to going to work every day just to spend time with her.
It was a year into her assignment when I began to notice some sexual tension building between us. I never dated after my wife died, instead I just threw myself into work and training Erica. Perhaps it was all the attention I was giving her that provided that spark. She'd come into my office a couple of times a day just to chat. We'd practice our Spanish together. Even though she was sending out some vibes, I did my best not to press the issue.
At first I wrote it off to wishful thinking. What hot 23 year old has an interest in a 62 year old geezer. And boy was she hot. She was Hispanic with beautiful dark features, 5'3" with great legs and even better ass. Her breasts weren't very big but I'd always been a leg and ass man. As we grew closer, I found myself thinking more about her at night. Erica became the focus of all my sexual thoughts.
One day she came to work with a pair of jeans that redefined the word skinny. I couldn't take my eyes off of that perfect ass whenever she walked by. That night I masturbated myself to sleep fantasizing about cuffing her face down on my bed and spanking her until both ass cheeks turned bright red. Then straddling her I'd cum all over her ass gently rubbing my pearly white seed to sooth the sting of my blows. That was one of many scenarios I would cum to over the last couple of years.
As much as I wanted her, I was able to keep it together and not make a fool of myself. That changed one week into my retirement.
My last official day on the job was spent at my agency's headquarters in Atlanta, filling out final paperwork. There was a retirement luncheon scheduled when I returned home that following week at the office. I went in that Friday to clean my desk and enjoy the party. In the process of going through my things, I found some Spanish textbooks and reference materials I thought Erica might want. I walked over to her office and placed them on her desk. Erica was in a meeting so I left her a note telling her they were hers to keep.
I was just finishing up when I heard Erica's voice as she walked into my office.
"Are you sure you don't want to keep this one?"
I looked up and saw she was holding a book titled, "Mierda", a Spanish dictionary of dirty words. There was Erica with a big smile on her face, wearing a skirt that was much shorter than anything I'd ever seen her in along with a top that had one too many buttons undone.
"Maybe you should keep it, just in case you meet some hot young chica you wanna fuck. Like me."
With that she threw her arms around me and kissed me. Our tongues danced a sultry tango as I backed her into my desk and lifted her upon it. I knelt in front of her, pushed her skirt up around her hips and saw she was wearing nothing underneath. Pulling her to the edge of the desk and spreading her legs open, I saw her beautiful bald pussy. Using my thumbs, I pushed back her swollen labia that glistened with her excitement. My tongue slowly journeyed north, coaxing her ever hardening clit from its' hiding place. Erica grabbed the back of my head and moaned softly as her body began to spasm in waves of orgasm.
With my cock begging for relief, I got to my feet, unzipped my pants and guided my cock between her slippery folds. As I began to pump, Erica begged me to cum inside of her. That sent me over the edge. With one final thrust, my body stiffened and I exploded. Erica's pussy grabbed my shaft and milked every last drop of cum from me.
I pulled out and knelt back down in front of her.
"Let me clean you up."
I dove back in using my tongue to scoop my cum from her pussy. Erica's hips bucked as she came again.
"Oh my God" she whispered, "please don't stop."
I continued to eat her until she pushed my head away. Getting up from the desk, she straightened her skirt, gave me a hug and walked out of my office.
For the past three months I've relived that moment countless times. Then when Kate asked me about her goddaughter, I quickly agreed. Did I think the same thing would happen with her? I quickly dismissed that idea. What happened between Erica and me was an anomaly. I would approach this just like I did at work, just like Kate would expect me.
Just then I saw Kate walking toward me, with a very attractive young woman beside her. With just that one quick look, I knew keeping this on a strictly professional level may not be that easy.
