The director asked me to drive her home

“Come on, Adrián, stop whatever you’re doing already. The reservation’s for two,” Esteban said as he put on his coat.

“Yes, I know. I just wanted to finish drafting one last report before leaving,” he replied, checking the time on his watch.

Not even a minute later, the newest addition to the legal department shut down his computer and set off to leave the building. Adrián was a young man, just turned thirty-one, single by conviction more than by lack of opportunity. After a long and demanding hiring process, he had landed a responsible position at a major company. He had never considered himself anything special, though he admitted he had a certain amount of success with women. He was a little over six feet tall, kept his body in shape at the gym, and had the arms and back of someone who never skipped a week.

That was the day of the traditional Christmas lunch, the one the department director, Beatriz Salinas, organized every year with the entire staff before the trickle of vacations began.

Adrián drove there alone and left his car in a parking lot near the restaurant. When he arrived, the rest of the team was already there, drinking wine and beer before sitting down at the table. It was the director herself who greeted him, offering him a glass of white wine, which he did not refuse.

Beatriz made an effort to bring him into the group, which included people the young lawyer had barely exchanged a word with in the few weeks he had been with the firm.

When everyone took their places around the large table, she managed to have Adrián seated beside her. Beatriz was a woman of difficult-to-pin-down age, somewhere past fifty, talkative, warm in manner, and with a beauty that made her magnetic, impossible to ignore.

Lunch and the after-meal conversation passed amid jokes and increasingly loose talk, which helped Adrián end up feeling like part of the group, as if he had been there for years instead of days.

“People like you,” Beatriz told him, almost in his ear.

“Thanks to you. No one dares argue with a director with your charisma,” he replied.

“Oh, please, you’ve got your own appeal too. Haven’t you noticed the way Lucía and Noelia look at you?”

“No, not really. How do they look at me?”

“Like hungry she-wolves,” she answered, never taking her eyes off his mouth.

The after-lunch drinks went on and on. The glasses and the conversation eventually turned into dancing, after someone asked the restaurant staff for permission to move the tables and chairs and make room in the center.

Just as Beatriz had predicted, Lucía and Noelia came straight over to where Adrián was sitting and nearly forced him to dance with them. They were two very different women: Lucía was around forty, divorced, with a friendly face and short dark hair; Noelia was only a little older than he was, thin and straightforward, one of those women who make up for any uncertainty with an obvious excess of availability.

The trio danced to the rhythm of Latin music that was not Adrián’s taste, but he had no choice but to go along with it and wait until they got tired. Lucía took advantage of every turn to brush against him, and Noelia kept making sure his hands bumped again and again into her body.

After several minutes watching the scene from her seat, Beatriz came to the rescue of her young colleague.

“Girls, will you lend me Fred Astaire for a while?” she asked, gently tugging Adrián by the arm.

The two women exchanged resigned looks, sensing that their part of the party ended there.

“Thanks, boss,” he said quietly.

“Don’t thank me yet. Now you’ll have to dance with me.”

The new pair carved out some space on the makeshift dance floor. Adrián was no lover of dancing, but he felt flattered seeing how two coworkers, and now his own director, were vying for his attention.

Just as Lucía and Noelia had done before, Beatriz gradually went from keeping her distance to pressing herself against the young man’s body, with less and less pretense.

To Adrián, his boss’s attitude did not go unnoticed. And his body responded before he could stop it, with an erection straining under his trousers that she bumped into more than once, as if by accident.

“I think I should sit down for a bit. I’m not used to this much dancing,” he said before anyone noticed his condition.

“Sounds good to me. I need a rest too. At my age I can’t keep up with Noelia,” she replied.

“At your age? You’re practically a girl,” Adrián said, in a flattering tone.

“If only. Time doesn’t stand still, and although I still want the same things I wanted years ago, I don’t always get them,” Beatriz said, openly looking at the bulge visible between the young man’s legs.

A few minutes later, while they finished the last drinks, Adrián announced that he was leaving.

“Can I ask you a favor?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“Take me home. I came by taxi because I knew I was going to drink. You, on the other hand, don’t seem to have been affected. Another advantage of youth.”

“Of course. Absolutely.”

After the proper farewells, the two left together toward the parking lot. They walked slowly, very close to each other. Although Beatriz could easily have been his mother, Adrián did not feel uncomfortable beside her: she was as attractive as she was interesting. The evening breeze stirred her hair, and the long dress clung to her body, drawing a silhouette that would have been the envy of anyone, regardless of age.

On the way to the car they barely spoke. Not from discomfort, but the opposite: they were so at ease that neither wanted to spoil the moment with too many words.

Once inside the vehicle, she was the one who broke the silence.

“Do you know where you have to take me?”

“To your house. That’s what you said.”

“Very funny. But I don’t think you know where I live.”

“No, I don’t.”

“In Bosque de los Almendros residential estate. Do you know how to get there?”

“Of course. It’s one of the most exclusive in the city. Clearly things have gone well for you,” he said, instantly regretting the comment.

“I can’t complain. Though I haven’t always lived in places like this. My family is very humble. I had to study and work hard to be able to afford what I have,” she replied, without a trace of annoyance.

“Sorry. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind if you know a little more about me. By the way, what do you know about me?”

“The obvious things: that your name is Beatriz, that you run the legal department, that you’re very demanding, and I get the feeling you like traveling and don’t have children.”

“You’ve got good instincts. How did you figure that out?”

“In your office there’s nothing that talks about children, but there are photos of monuments and landscapes from other countries. I’ve seen references to Lisbon, Buenos Aires, and some Asian city.”

“I see I’m not wrong about you. You’re observant. I love traveling,” she said, looking at him while he drove. “Would you like to come with me one day?”

“On one of your work trips?”

“We’ll see when the time comes. For now I’m inviting you to my place, for a drink before we say good-bye. Unless there’s a girlfriend waiting for you…”

“There’s no one. I wasn’t made for relationships.”

“Then come upstairs. That’s an order from your boss,” Beatriz said, resting her hand softly on the young man’s thigh.

Moments later, a large automatic gate opened before them, giving way to a spacious garden with a beautiful house in the background. There was plenty of room for several cars.

The two got out and walked slowly to the entrance. When Beatriz switched on the lights, Adrián could appreciate the elegance of the place: a tastefully decorated foyer, furniture that radiated quality. She led him into a large living room dominated by two cream-colored leather sofas, a bookcase covering an entire wall, and a huge picture window through which, on sunny days, the light must have flooded everything.

“You have a beautiful house,” he said, sincerely amazed.

“Thank you. It’s my refuge. The place where I truly feel like myself,” Beatriz replied.

“At the office you’re queen there too. People respect you and adore you in equal measure.”

“Part of that is the position, don’t fool yourself. I know I’ve got a strong character and that I’m demanding, and people know my hand doesn’t shake when someone needs putting in their place,” she said naturally. “But only the people I truly care about come here. Other times I prefer to be alone, with my music and my books.”

For a few seconds silence fell. Beatriz walked a couple of steps toward the cabinet where she kept the bottles. Adrián watched her: an almost perfect figure despite the years. He thought about what she had just told him, about how turned on he had gotten dancing with her. And once again he felt the pressure beneath his trousers.

He walked slowly until he stood behind her. Barely a few centimeters separated them. Beatriz felt his warm breath at the nape of her neck and knew he was pressed against her body. She had been dreaming of that moment for a long time.

So when Adrián hugged her from behind and pulled her back until the bulge in his trousers brushed against the woman’s ass, she did not resist. On the contrary: she knew she had won the game.

He leaned in to kiss her neck and nape. He traced the soft skin with his lips, kissing and licking, while one of his hands slid up from her waist to cover one of her breasts.

A moan escaped Beatriz’s throat when she felt the young man’s strong hand squeeze more and more firmly. Her nipples reacted at once, hardening as they hadn’t in a long time, while a warm wetness began between her legs.

She turned around and offered him her half-open mouth. Adrián did not hesitate: he launched himself into a determined kiss, plunging his tongue in without asking permission. The kiss was long, hungry, accompanied by mutual groping. Beatriz ran her hands over the young man’s strong back until she reached his ass, while he alternated between her breasts and her butt, rewarding her from time to time with a sharp slap.

Almost without realizing it, the pair moved across the living room to one of the sofas. There, Adrián pulled down the zipper of her dress and let it slide, in a long caress, to the floor. Beatriz was left wearing only a pearl-gray lingerie set, fitted and elegant, making her even more desirable.

He could not resist temptation. He let one strap fall and caught the nipple within reach with his mouth, sucking with a fervor that seemed on the verge of overflowing.

She let him do it. She needed the strength of a young body, that energy capable of making her vibrate and remember other years, the ones she had lost married to a man from whom she eventually separated after far too much time of estrangement.

Adrián kept tending to the nipple while his hands roamed over the woman’s body, sliding over the warm curve of her groin until they drew a moan from her that she could no longer hold back. Little by little, desire overrode any caution.

Beatriz sat on the edge of the sofa and drew the young man toward her by tugging at the belt he had undone. She lowered his trousers and revealed an erection straining the underwear to its limit. A spark of excitement lit her eyes. At last she freed the boy’s sex and caressed it with one hand, drawing soft strokes with the tip of her fingers.

Then she brought her face closer, brushed her cheek against it, ran her lips over it and, finally, opened her mouth to take it in. It was difficult; it was thicker than any she had ever had. But Beatriz was not a woman to give up, and she put herself into it with effort and abandon, sucking, running her tongue over it, while one hand busied itself massaging it lower down.

Adrián closed his eyes. At first he kept his arms folded, but soon that became impossible, and he ended up gently holding his boss’s head, setting a slow rhythm. It was he who was moaning now, feeling the warm mouth devoted to his pleasure.

Past fifty, Beatriz had finally freed herself from old prejudices. It had taken years of marriage and loneliness, but she had done it. Before, she had sought comfort in men her own age, powerful executives used to getting what they wanted, and none had known how to satisfy her hunger. Adrián was different. She was the one who had chosen him, and now that young man was going to serve to calm all her craving.

The rhythm gradually came into sync. Adrián kept moaning, his fingers buried in his boss’s hair, while she grew accustomed to the sensation. At one point he was the one who took the lead: he made Beatriz lean back against the sofa and began to drive the movement himself, standing on the sofa, one leg on each side of the woman’s body.

For a moment she feared she wouldn’t withstand the pressure, coughed a couple of times, but got past it clutching the boy’s hips firmly. The reward came in the form of a brutal orgasm: Adrián emptied himself with a long moan, pressing his fingers into his boss’s hair. When he finally withdrew, she showed him the result with satisfaction before swallowing it, making sure he watched her do it.

The young man collapsed beside her, still shaking. Beatriz caressed his face and hair and pressed close until her whole body brushed against him. For her, the night had only just begun.

“I adore the way you make me feel,” she whispered, kissing his cheeks tenderly.

“It was a pleasure driving you home,” he replied.

“This is going to be a very long night,” she added.

Beatriz straddled him. She kissed his mouth and moved slowly over his pelvis, feeling powerful. Barely a few minutes had passed when she noticed the young man’s erection beginning to grow again, still trapped beneath the thin fabric of her underwear.

She moaned again, especially when Adrián captured one of her nipples once more to nibble on it. Driven wild, she pushed aside the garment still covering her and, without hesitation, let him enter her for the first time. The pleasure was far greater than she had imagined.

He made his way in slowly, filling her completely, while she took him in with moans and moved her hips faster and faster. That was how they began giving themselves to each other, down to the deepest place.

Adrián held her ass, set the pace, and took her breasts in his mouth whenever he could. Forgetting entirely who was in charge at the office, the young man spoke dirty words in her ear that, far from annoying her, only turned her on more.

“That’s it. Feel all of it,” he murmured.

“God, yes. Don’t stop,” she answered, beside herself.

Adrián delivered a round of slaps to her ass, and that multiplied the arousal. Beatriz rode him without restraint until a current ran through her whole body, shaking her in a long orgasm that left her trembling on the young man’s body.

He kept moving, prolonging her pleasure, until a new spasm brought him to the edge as well and he emptied himself inside her for a second time. Beatriz felt flattered by the treatment, by the energy of the man she had chosen, and reached another orgasm almost at once, her body bouncing against his in deep, slow movements.

When they were finally sated, they kissed again. Their tongues sought and evaded each other, eyes blazing, hair mussed, bodies covered in sweat.

Without saying a word, Beatriz sat up, removed the last garment, and, leaving it in Adrián’s hands, left the living room. From the doorway she called to her lover.

“Do you want to see my bedroom?” she asked.

“It would be a pleasure,” the young man replied, getting up to follow her.