The Lady Who Came Looking for Me at the End of the Retirement Dinner

Good evening. My name is Damián, though to the coworkers who’ve known me all my life, I’m El Tano. I’m well past fifty, and I have one confessable weakness: mature women, the kind who no longer answer to anyone and know exactly what they want in bed. I knew it from a very young age and never bothered trying to correct it.

I’m an ordinary guy, with a fairly average build tending toward chunky, tall and carrying a few extra pounds I no longer fight. I have nothing enormous to offer except the patience to listen, a nose for opportunities, and a cock that, once it gets hard, doesn’t let up until the job is done. Almost everything that’s happened to me in life has come from knowing how to be in the right place when a door opened on its own.

A little over a month ago, one of my best coworkers retired, and as usual, someone organized a farewell dinner. Those still working showed up, along with quite a few who, like me, had hung up our gloves a long time ago. The hall was out on the outskirts and promised good food, unlimited drinks and, for the more daring among us, a dance floor.

Friday arrived, and at nine at night I left home. I shared the ride with three former coworkers who were on my way: Marisa, Cris and Perla. As soon as we set off, the old stories began and so did the betting over who was going to show up.

“Do you know who confirmed?” Cris asked from the back seat.

“Almost all the girls,” Marisa replied.

For the record, “the girls” are around seventy. I laughed just thinking about it.

“Of the men, I saw the usual ones confirm,” I said. “Carlos, Rubén, Tito, Mingo and Quique.”

“Ooh, the night promises laughter and disaster,” Perla said excitedly.

Perla is the biggest party girl in the group. Almost seventy, she’s kept herself in enviable shape, works out every day and still turns heads. Divorced, guilt-free and without a filter.

“You’re not thinking of going hunting tonight, are you?” Cris teased her.

“If the opportunity comes up, don’t doubt it. It’s been a while since I’ve eaten a good cock,” she replied, and the whole car burst out laughing.

We arrived, were directed to the parking area and went inside the hall. The reunions began: hugs, surprised looks, the classic “you haven’t changed,” “so-and-so’s gotten old,” “who’s that over there?” When the guest of honor appeared, they seated us at tables arranged according to friendships and periods of employment.

I noticed that the chair beside me stayed empty for quite a while. Later it was taken by a very elegant woman, with silver hair carefully pinned up, strong perfume, curves her dark dress did nothing to conceal and glasses that gave her a stern air. It took me a second to recognize her.

“Good evening, sir,” she said with a crooked smile. “May I keep you company tonight?”

“Susana!” I practically shouted. “How are you? I haven’t seen you in years.”

“Here I am, looking like a goddess as always.” She settled her napkin over her lap. “How long has it been? Fifteen years?”

“At least,” I said, and I wasn’t lying.

Dinner passed amid anecdotes, memories and a generous amount of wine. The service was impeccable. Before dessert, the smokers escaped to the patio. Groups were scattered all over the grounds, laughing at things only they understood. I was lighting my cigarette when Susana came up to me.

“Can you give me one? I don’t smoke at home, but I allow myself one at parties.”

“Help yourself. Does your husband forbid it?” I tested the waters.

“There’s no husband, sweetheart. I live alone. My daughter’s in a relationship, although she spends almost the whole day at home.”

“The little girl already has a boyfriend? How the years go by, Susana.”

“They certainly do.” She moved close enough that her arm almost brushed mine and lowered her voice. “But there are things a woman doesn’t forget.”

“Beautiful memories,” I said, feeling the warmth of her shoulder pressed against mine.

“If that copy room could talk…” she murmured, laughing under her breath before exhaling smoke. “I still remember how you fucked me against the machine, my skirt rolled up to my waist, biting my neck so I wouldn’t scream.”

“And you squeezed my cock with that pussy of yours like it was a glove,” I answered without thinking, and she bit her lip.

“I hope it’s still like that,” she whispered, fixing me with her eyes.

We went back to the table, trying not to arouse suspicion, but the conversation had already changed temperature. The music was loud, forcing us to speak almost directly into each other’s ears to be heard, a perfect excuse to shorten the distance between us. She took advantage of every sentence to press her lips to my ear, and I felt my fly swelling every time her warm breath brushed my neck.

When dessert arrived, I swear the woman was deliberately teasing me. She lingered over every piece of fruit between her lips, bit it slowly, savored it with a slowness that had nothing innocent about it, and held my gaze the whole time. When she got to a strawberry, she sucked it from tip to base as though she were practicing on me, and down below, beneath the tablecloth, she slid her hand over my thigh and squeezed my cock through my trousers without changing her expression.

“The little beast is awake,” she murmured without stopping her smile at the table.

“You woke it up, don’t pretend otherwise.”

“I’ll collect payment later.”

After the speeches, the dancing began. I took the opportunity to escape to the patio again.

“Tano, Beba’s leaving in a taxi,” Cris told me from the doorway. “And we lost Perla—she got involved with a physical-education teacher.”

“No problem. We’ll leave whenever you’re ready.”

“Not a chance, I’m staying. There’s sweet white wine and plenty to talk about.” She went back inside laughing.

***

I returned to our table, which was nearly deserted by then. The younger people had taken over the dance floor, and the older ones had crowded around the dessert table. I had one last drink and prepared to leave. I went around saying goodbye to the guys, and just as I was heading for the exit, a hand grabbed my arm.

“Where are you going? Are you going to leave me alone?” It was Susana, glasses in hand and eyes shining.

“It’s almost three, and I have to be at the club by eleven.”

“Oh, no. I’m not staying alone. I’ll call a taxi and that’s that.”

“Where do you live? I’ll take you.”

“Near the old market, two blocks away.”

“All right, let’s go.”

We left together. She took my arm and we crossed the parking lot slowly.

“These little stones look beautiful as decoration,” she complained, “but those of us who wear heels twist our ankles on them. And I’m too old to go barefoot now.”

“And I thought you were a little tipsy,” I said.

“Not at all. Though I hope to be tipsy in a little while,” she replied without looking at me.

“Don’t tempt me, Susana.”

“I’m not tempting you. I’m inviting you. I want you to fuck me like you did that time, Tano. I can’t stand it anymore.”

We got into the car, and she took longer to settle into the seat than she did to lunge for my mouth. She drove her tongue inside me with pent-up hunger, bit my lower lip, and I grabbed one of her tits over her dress, feeling the hard nipple jab into my palm.

“You have no idea how badly I want to be touched, to have your cock shoved all the way inside me,” she whispered against my neck, then licked my earlobe.

“Wait a little. People can still see us here; there are people getting into their cars.”

“I don’t care. I want to relive those strike days, when we used to hide and you’d suck me off between the boxes.”

We shared our first long, shameless kiss, and I let my hands roam over her breasts, firmer than I remembered, while she opened my trousers with hurried fingers, slipped her hand inside my underwear and grabbed my bare cock. She squeezed it, measured it with her palm, stroked it slowly two or three times and smiled when she felt it throb.

“It’s fatter than before, Tano. Or I remembered it smaller.”

“You’re the one who makes it that way.”

“I want to eat it right here.”

“They’ll see us, Susana. Hold on.”

Even so, she bent down for a second, stuck out her tongue and licked the tip, barely a brush, a warning of what was coming. A moan escaped me, and she straightened up laughing, her mouth still glistening.

“Drive carefully, baby. Hold it a little longer.”

“Your body’s harder than before,” I commented, trying to distract myself from the hand still working me beneath the steering wheel.

“I had a little work done a couple of years ago,” she said without embarrassment. “You, on the other hand, still react just as quickly as ever.”

I started the car and managed the few blocks to her house as best I could, with her hand wandering over my crotch, stroking me slowly, pulling me out of my underwear and tucking me back in every time a traffic light illuminated the cabin. My head was anywhere but on the road. We arrived between kisses. She opened the street door, and I took the opportunity to return the torture, squeezing her ass through her dress and slipping my fingers between her cheeks until they brushed the wet fabric of her panties.

“Taking advantage of the fact that my hands are busy with the keys!” she protested, laughing.

“I’m charging you for the whole trip.”

“Then charge me for all of it.”

As soon as we went inside, she pulled my hands away and gestured for silence, one finger crossed over her lips. She went to a closed door, pressed her ear against it for a few seconds and, hearing nothing, relaxed.

“All right, they went to his place. We’re alone, baby.”

“You brought me here without knowing whether your daughter was home? You’re crazy.”

“She said she was leaving. Now I’m sure. And now come here, stop messing around.”

She took off her jacket and tossed it onto a chair, kicked off her shoes and hurried toward me. She devoured my mouth while pulling down my jacket and struggling with the buttons on my shirt. I followed her pace, groping for the zipper at the back of her dress. It was a hand-to-hand battle to undress without stopping the kissing. I bit her neck, lowered one strap and freed a breast, white and firm, its nipple erect and purplish, and took it into my mouth right there in the hallway. She moaned loudly for the first time that night.

“Suck them, Tano. Hard. Like when we were thirty.”

The dress fell to the floor, leaving her standing before me in her underwear, her skin still warm with perfume. Her black panties clung to her pussy and were stained, dark with wetness. I knelt without asking permission and bit her through the fabric, breathing in the hot female scent rising from between her legs. She grabbed my head and pressed my face against the mound of her pubis.

“Take them off. Take them off with your teeth, you son of a bitch,” she demanded, now without any filter.

I caught the waistband of her panties between my teeth and pulled them down to mid-thigh. Then I finished taking them off with my hands, down to her feet. She kicked them away. I spread the lips of her pussy with two fingers and spent a second looking at it: pink, swollen, her clit showing and a thread of moisture gleaming at the entrance.

“Still just as beautiful,” I told her.

“Eat me already. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

I ran my tongue over her whole length, from bottom to top, sucking up everything I found, and she folded forward with a moan. I drove my tongue inside her, moved it like a little cock and then went up to her clitoris, sucking it with my lips and gently biting it. Her legs trembled against the hallway wall. I slipped two fingers inside her and started pumping them quickly while I kept sucking her little bud, and in less than two minutes she was digging her nails into my scalp and choking back a scream against her own hand.

“I’m coming, I’m coming… oh, fuck, don’t stop,” she gasped, flooding my face with a warm jet that burst from her pussy and soaked my chin.

I stayed pressed against her, licking her until the last spasm, until her legs could no longer support her and she had to let herself fall onto me.

We took off nearly all our clothes right there in the hallway and, hand in hand—or rather, staggering—we reached her bedroom. Without turning on the light, we fell tangled onto the bed. She pushed me onto my back against the mattress and got on all fours between my legs. She grabbed my cock, spat on it, rubbed it with saliva from top to bottom and took the whole thing into her mouth in one motion, swallowing it until I felt her throat tightening around the tip.

“Oh, Susana, fuck… yes, like that, like that,” I said, grabbing her hair.

She pulled it out and put it back in, sucking me with pent-up hunger, slurping, leaving strings of saliva hanging from my balls. She licked my balls one by one, took them into her mouth, then went back to eating my cock, tightening her lips around the base and setting the rhythm with her hand and mouth at once. I grabbed her head and began helping her, moving her face against my crotch. She moaned with her mouth full, and those moans ran up my back like an electric current.

“You’re going to make me come in your mouth like that,” I warned her.

“Not yet.” She pulled it out with a smack. “First I want it inside me.”

She climbed on top of me and, without fully settling into position, grabbed my cock, placed it at the entrance of her pussy and dropped down in one thrust. I felt her open around me, tight, wet and hot. She looked down at me through narrowed eyes and began a slow rocking motion that left me breathless. I grabbed her waist to guide her, and she braced her hands against the headboard and began riding me hard, dropping her full weight and making her thighs smack against mine.

“You fill me so well, you fill me so well,” she murmured. “It’s been two years since anyone’s put it in me, and I’d forgotten this.”

“Move, Susana. Break me.”

She lifted herself slightly to catch her breath and came back down hard, impaling herself completely, moaning against my neck. I bit the breasts bouncing in my face, sucked them and squeezed them. I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and began raising and lowering her to my rhythm, fucking her from underneath. She gave herself over to it, mouth open, eyes closed, a thread of drool at the corner of her lips.

“That’s it, daddy, fuck me like that, don’t slow down.”

“Turn around. I want that ass from behind.”

She turned around right there without taking me out, and I was left watching her ass in the air as she bounced on top of me. A big, white ass, with the marks of my fingers beginning to redden on her skin. I slapped it, and she twisted and moaned louder. I gave her another, harder slap, and she asked for more.

“Hit me, Tano. Hit me, I love it.”

I gave her three in a row, one on each cheek and another right in the middle, and I watched her pussy open every time she rose and fell, swallowing my cock with an obscene slurping that filled the room. I sat up suddenly and hugged her from behind, my cock still inside her, grabbing her tits and biting her neck while I kept fucking her from below.

“Now I’m going to fuck you,” I told her, and I laid her face down on the bed.

She settled onto all fours, ass raised, back arched. I grabbed her hips, rested the tip at her entrance and slowly pushed it in, savoring the way she opened around me again. Once I was fully inside, I began with long, deep thrusts, watching her ass tremble with every impact.

“Harder, daddy, harder, break me.”

I grabbed her hair, wound it around my hand and pulled, arching her back farther, and began fucking her without mercy. The bed creaked, the headboard thudded against the wall, and she moaned louder and louder, her shame forgotten. I reached underneath her and found her clitoris, rubbing it in time with my thrusts, and in less than a minute I felt her whole body tense.

“I’m coming again, I’m coming, don’t stop, don’t stop…”

She came with a long cry, squeezing my cock inside her with spasms that nearly made me finish right there. I held on as best I could, let her lower herself and turned her onto her back. I opened her legs, lifted them to her shoulders and thrust into her again, all the way. In that position I reached deeper, and she knew it. She gripped the sheets with both hands and pointed her heels toward the ceiling.

“Like that, like that, all the way… oh, yes…”

I fucked her that way for several minutes, watching her face, seeing her bite her lips, listening to that broken sigh she could no longer control. I squeezed her breasts, tugged her nipples and felt my orgasm rising from my balls with a pressure I wouldn’t be able to stop.

“I’m going to come, Susana.”

“Inside, baby. Inside. I can’t have children anymore, so come on, leave it all inside me.”

I sped up my thrusts, short and brutal, and unloaded inside her with a roar that escaped my throat. I filled her pussy with everything I had, every last drop, while she squeezed my buttocks to pull me closer to her body and feel me empty myself. I stayed still for a few seconds, sprawled over her, my cock still inside, throbbing, feeling her pussy continue to squeeze it in small spasms.

“Wow, that was good,” she said, catching her breath and stretching like a cat. “Quick and deep. Too much for a seventy-year-old veteran.”

“You were out of control. Anyone would think nobody had touched you in ages.”

“Almost two years,” she admitted without drama. “Just me and the occasional toy.”

I pulled out slowly and watched her close her eyes and squeeze her thighs together. A thread of semen ran down the inside of her thigh onto the sheet, and she laughed when she saw it.

“Look at the mess you made. It’s been years since anyone came inside me.”

“I don’t want to be indiscreet, but I remembered you differently… more relaxed, looser.”

“I had a treatment done along with the rest,” she said with a laugh, and with two fingers she gathered the semen running down her and took it into her mouth. “After so many years using toys, I’d lost sensitivity and it was hard for me to enjoy myself. They rejuvenated everything. The doctor suggested it when I told her.”

“Congratulations to your doctor, then. You’re like new. You squeeze like a young girl.”

“Silly. Do you know what it’s like to spend an hour and not get anywhere? It’s horrible.”

“Well, now you enjoy it. Don’t get addicted,” I joked.

“I hope I won’t need the toy for a good long while,” she said, kissing my shoulder. “I prefer this. I prefer your cock.”

***

We stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for a long while as she stroked my chest with her fingertips and played with the hair. When she said she wanted to take a shower, I followed her without thinking. I pulled the curtain aside, positioned myself behind her and hugged her while the water ran over both of us. I soaped her breasts slowly, squeezing them with both hands until she moaned, then moved down to her stomach and her ass. I slipped a finger between her cheeks and brushed her soapy other hole, and she shuddered, pressing her forehead against the tiles.

“Easy. I’m a grown woman; I can’t handle two in a row.”

“We could try. Look how hard I’m getting again.”

I took her hand and brought it behind her so she could feel my cock hard again, pressed against the base of her buttocks. She laughed, grabbed it and stroked me a little under the running water.

“Oh, you’re incorrigible. But no, I swear it takes me a while to recover. Another day I’ll give you all of it again.”

“Don’t do this to me.”

“Save it for next time. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

We finished showering and returned to the bedroom. I got dressed while she put on a short, sheer nightgown that showed her erect nipples clearly and the dark shadow of her pubic hair. From there we went to the kitchen and shared a coffee, both of us disheveled and satisfied, like two teenagers who had gotten away with something.

“Susana, we have to do this again,” I said, blowing on my cup.

“Of course. We’ll arrange it during the week, when the little one isn’t here, and have another leisurely night in bed. With more time. I want to eat your cock slowly, without rushing.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“I love your ass. It’s always driven me crazy. I want to fuck it.”

“I tried it once, years ago, and it hurt so much that I never wanted anything more to do with it.”

“Then we’ll have to pay it proper respects, slowly. With lots of lubricant, with my tongue first, with fingers, until you open up on your own.”

“Let me prepare myself. With patience and little by little, maybe…” She left the sentence unfinished, with a smile that promised something. “You’re getting me hot again, Tano. Go.”

“Deal,” I said. “But now I’m leaving; it’s almost five.”

We exchanged phone numbers to arrange our next meeting. She walked me to the door and, before opening it, we kissed again. I slid my hand beneath her nightgown, grabbed her bare ass and slipped a finger between her cheeks, barely brushing her asshole. I felt her heat up again, panting against my mouth, and I wanted to take advantage of it, but she stopped me with two fingers against my chest.

“Not now, please. Save that desire for when we meet again. I promise I’ll be more recovered next time, and I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

I didn’t entirely agree, but I accepted it. We said goodbye with the promise of seeing each other soon.

That’s life. Fifteen years later, Susana and I found each other again, older, more worn out, but with the same desire we’d had that first time in the copy room. Twenty days have passed since that night, and I’ve called her three times; each time she’s made some excuse about another commitment. I’ll keep waiting for her, because when a woman like that chooses you a second time, you learn to be patient. And patience is something I have plenty of. Desire, too.