The Mature Woman from the Office Tempted Me Without Saying a Word

I haven’t told this story to anyone. I keep it out of shame, out of confusion, or maybe because part of me still thinks about her more than I should. Especially when I jerk off at night, which lately is almost always.

It all started at a company dinner I didn’t want to go to. I’d been with the company five months, and the only reason I said yes was Rodrigo, who insisted we’d have a good time. He didn’t mention that she was coming too.

I saw her the moment I arrived. Elena. My direct boss. Forty-something, iron fist, and no filter when it came to dishing out criticism. Rodrigo elbowed me and laughed before I could even protest.

—Your favorite ogre —he whispered in my ear.

—You told me she wasn’t coming.

—I told you she missed the last one. I didn’t promise anything else.

Elena was greeting table after table with that energy of hers that was impossible to ignore. Black hair, short and perfect as always, lips painted red, and a fitted knit sweater that revealed more than office clothes usually concealed. I froze when she reached our table.

—Marcos! —she exclaimed, hands on her hips—. The only one on my team who actually delivers. How are you?

—Good, Elena. Really looking forward to having a good time —I replied, getting to my feet to kiss her on both cheeks and catching the scent of her perfume, one of those strong ones that lingers.

She sat down beside me without asking, dragged her chair across the floor with a screech of its legs, and settled in. Rodrigo gave me a look from across the way.

—Don’t overdo it with the drinks tonight, Monday’s a workday —Elena warned me with an ambiguous smile—. I know your generation doesn’t know what getting up early means.

I laughed out of obligation and inside I sent her to hell.

The dinner passed without any major incidents. Elena, to my surprise, let out a couple of genuine laughs. I didn’t remember ever seeing her like that at the office. Rodrigo took advantage of the moments when she looked away to whisper to me.

—I swear she’s hot —he told me, chewing a piece of meat—. For her age, that woman is seriously well preserved. I’d fuck her, man.

—You’re blind —I replied.

—Take a better look when she stands up. Then tell me if I’m still blind.

I did. When Elena excused herself to go to the bathroom, I followed her with my eyes without meaning to. The tight sweater outlined a waist I hadn’t expected. Dark jeans hugged wide hips, a round, firm ass that moved with a confidence that drew attention. It wasn’t what I’d imagined under her work clothes. My eyes drifted to those tits bouncing with every step, and I felt my cock starting to harden under the table.

—Well? —Rodrigo asked when I turned my head back.

I didn’t answer him.

***

We finished dinner near midnight and headed down into the village as a group. It was cold and the night was sealed shut, not a star in the sky. Elena walked among us chatting easily, which wasn’t her usual style. We went into a bar I didn’t know, one of those places with loud music and a packed counter, where the company owner paid for the first round.

I started dancing with Rodrigo and for a while I forgot everything else. But when I ordered my third drink, someone appeared at my side almost without making a sound.

—You ordering, boy? —Elena was there, her eyes bright and her balance a little off.

—Yeah, a mixed drink. Want something?

—That’s why I’m here.

The bar was packed. People were pressed up against the counter and, without either of us looking for it, her body ended up against mine. I tried to make space but it was impossible. Then someone shoved me from behind and, without thinking, I put a hand on her waist to keep my balance. It was firm, firmer than I expected.

—Turn around —she told me—. That way we both fit better.

I did. My chest ended up facing hers. Another shove from behind made me step forward and the distance between us shrank to almost nothing. Elena didn’t move away. Her tits flattened against my chest and I noticed her nipples pressing through the sweater. She looked me in the eyes with an expression I’d never seen on her in the office.

—Much better like this —she murmured.

Her breath smelled like whiskey. Mine probably did too. We waited for the bartender without moving, and she paid for both drinks. While we drank, her lips came almost to my ear. With the noise of the bar and her body pressed against mine, my cock was already getting hard again, and I knew she could feel it against her hip. She didn’t pull away. On the contrary: she pressed a little closer.

—Do you like working for me?

—Well... yeah.

—I knew it.

I didn’t understand what she meant, but her tone wasn’t the office tone. It was something completely different.

—We’ll have another one later —she said, setting the glass down on the counter—. I’ll find you.

I went outside to breathe in the cold. Rodrigo was smoking with a coworker, and he put an arm around my shoulders.

—What’s with that face, man?

—Nothing. I think she’s coming on to me.

—Of course she is —he replied, unfazed—. She’s been looking at you all night. And you’ve been looking at her too, even if you don’t want to admit it.

I wanted to deny it. I couldn’t.

***

Fifteen minutes later Elena came outside. She stood beside us, lit a cigarette, and complained about the cold in that deep voice of hers that at the office sounded like a threat. Here it sounded different. More human, or maybe it was just the alcohol.

When we went back in, Rodrigo slipped away inside with an excuse. Elena held me back with a hand on my arm.

—Stay a minute.

We were alone in the doorway. She stared at me fixedly, not caring about the cold or the time passing.

—How old are you?

—Twenty-six.

—I could be your mother —she said—. Almost. —she pushed off the wall and studied me from head to toe, stopping at my crotch without the slightest pretense—. Though I don’t look it, right?

—No, honestly, you don’t.

—How cute! —she laughed in a way I’d never heard from her, something between amused and flirtatious. She tossed away the half-finished cigarette—. Come on, let’s go back inside. The party’s in there.

At the bar she pressed against me naturally, took out her wallet, and ordered two more mixed drinks. While we waited she talked to me about work, about how she hated the other coworkers, about how I was the only person in the company she could speak seriously with. I nodded with half my attention because the other half of my mind was busy with something else.

—Three years —she said suddenly—. Three years without my husband touching me. —She blurted it out looking at the bar, without drama, as if it were just another fact—. Do you know what that’s like? Three years without anyone fucking me, Marcos. Three years of fingering myself in bed thinking of anyone but him.

I didn’t know what to say. I put a hand on her back in a stupid little gesture of support. I felt the bra strap under her sweater. It was wide, because it had to be.

—Don’t think about that tonight. Enjoy yourself.

—That’s exactly what I’m going to do —she said, turning her head toward me—. I’ve got you.

She shot me a direct, undisguised look, the first one all night that left no room for doubt. She took a long drink and laced her fingers with mine without giving me time to react.

—Put down your glass and come here.

She pulled me toward the inside of the bar, weaving around groups of people. I didn’t know where we were going until I realized we were in the bathroom hallway.

—Elena, wait —I said—. What are you doing?

She didn’t answer me. She opened the women’s bathroom door and shoved me inside. Before I could protest, she’d already slipped the latch.

The bathroom was small, with one toilet and a sink. I pressed myself against the wall and she stayed in front of me, hands braced on either side of me, trapping me in.

—I saw the way you were looking at me —she said.

—I wasn’t looking at you.

—The touch on the waist. The hand on my back. You’ve been looking at me all night. And you’ve had a hard-on since I pressed up against you at the bar. I noticed.

—Elena...

—Really?

She took my wrists and moved them back, to the small of her back, to where the denim tightened over her hips. She left them there. Then she lowered one of my hands and placed it directly over her pussy through the fabric. It was hot. Very hot.

—Do you feel how wet I am? —she whispered—. I’ve been soaking for you all night.

Her hands went to the buttons on her sweater. She undid them one by one in a hurry, the last few almost all at once, and the knit parted to reveal a black bra barely holding back what was inside.

—Stop —I said, not very convincingly—. You’re drunk.

—Yes —she replied—. And I want you to fuck me.

She took it off.

I was speechless. What stood before me was another Elena. Not the one who signed reports and handed out criticism every day, but a woman in her forties with a body that had spent more hours in the gym than I’d imagined. Her tits were huge, firm, real, with dark, hard nipples pointing at me. She grabbed my head with both hands and shoved them into my face. I opened my mouth on instinct and caught one nipple with my lips, sucking it while she let out a low, rough moan.

—That’s it, baby. Bite them. It’s been years since anyone’s touched these tits.

I ran my tongue over the whole areola, tugging the nipple with my teeth, and she squeezed my head against her chest like she wanted to suffocate me between them. I switched to the other one and did the same, sucking it until it shone with spit. Meanwhile one of my hands had gone on its own to the button of her jeans.

—You haven’t taken your hands away —she pointed out.

It was true.

I unbuttoned her pants and slid my hand inside her panties. Her pussy was burning and drenched, just as she’d warned me. I ran two fingers through her wet lips and rubbed her clit with my thumb. Elena let out a long gasp and clutched my shoulders, digging her nails in.

—Put them in —she panted—. Both of them. Don’t be gentle.

I shoved both fingers deep inside her at once and she arched against my hand, opening her mouth soundlessly. I fucked her with my fingers like that, pinned against the sink, while I kept biting her tits. She was so wet you could hear it, that dirty liquid sound echoing off the bathroom walls.

—Enough, enough —she said, pulling my hand away—. I’m going to come if you keep going, and I want your cock inside me.

She put one foot on the toilet, pulled down her jeans along with her underwear to her ankles, and leaned forward, resting her forearms on the cistern. Her perfect ass opened before my eyes, the pink, shiny pussy between her thighs, all of it soaked through. The gesture was explicit. There was no room for ambiguity.

—Come on —she said, looking back over her shoulder, black hair falling over her cheek—. Put it in already. Fuck me like a slut.

My hands made the decision before my head did. I pulled down my pants, took out my cock, already about to burst, and rubbed the head through her wet folds. Elena gave an impatient little cry and pushed her ass back.

—Don’t play games, asshole. Put all of it in me.

I grabbed her hips and drove into her in one long, firm stroke until my balls slapped against her clit. Her cunt was so tight and so wet that a groan escaped me.

Elena let out a sound that wasn’t an ordinary moan. It was something more urgent, more primitive, as if she’d been waiting for this for far too long. She braced both hands against the wall and started begging for more in a very low voice, almost through clenched teeth.

—Yeah, like that, give it all to me... I’ve been waiting years for this... harder, fuck, harder...

I started pounding her hard, without holding back, gripping her hips and slamming her against the cistern with every thrust. Her tits bounced against the porcelain and she arched her back to offer me her ass completely. I slapped her and she moaned louder.

—Again. Give me another.

I landed a hard slap on her right cheek and the red mark of my hand appeared. Her pussy clenched around my cock all at once.

—Shit, Elena, you’re going to make me come right away.

—Not yet, you bastard. Not yet.

I fucked her like that for a few more minutes, listening to the smack of my pelvis against her ass and her muffled gasps. I put a finger in her mouth and she sucked it like it was another cock. When I pulled it out, I ran it over her asshole and pushed it in slowly until the knuckle.

—Not there —she panted, but without moving away.

—No?

—Another day. Not today. Today I want to come with your cock in my cunt.

I kept fucking her, finger in her ass and cock in her cunt, and after a few thrusts she started trembling from head to toe. She came fast, with a tension that ran through her whole body from her ankles to the nape of her neck, biting her forearm to keep from screaming and clenching so hard around my cock that she almost dragged me over the edge too. She kept begging without stopping, her voice muffled.

—Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop...

She came a second time almost on top of the first, and I felt her juices dripping over my balls and staining my thighs. I held on as best I could, gritting my teeth, because I didn’t want it to end yet.

Then she turned, put her back against the wall, still gasping and with her tits rising and falling, and suddenly bent over toward the toilet with urgency. The whiskey caught up with her all at once. I pulled my pants back up with my cock still hard and wet inside, left the bathroom with my head spinning. A woman looked at me in the hallway. I told her she was my boss, that she’d had too much to drink, and went off to find Rodrigo.

***

Elena reappeared ten minutes later. White as the wall and unsteady, but on her feet. Rodrigo took her by the arm and looked at me.

—Can you take her home? I’ve got to go, I’m meeting Clara.

I had no choice. We said goodbye to the group and went out into the cold night.

Elena clung to my arm as soon as we crossed the door. She directed me with monosyllables. I stayed quiet. We walked fifteen minutes through empty streets until she took out her keys and opened an old wooden door.

—Come upstairs for a minute —she said—. I need help.

She went in without waiting. I followed her.

The apartment smelled closed up, of old furniture and sweet damp. There was a dark wooden chest of drawers in the hall, framed photos I didn’t look at, a kitchen with tiles from another era.

—Is this your house? —I asked.

—It was my parents’ —she answered from another room—. I stay here sometimes.

There was a long silence. Her boots stopped sounding on the floor.

I knew perfectly well what was happening.

She appeared in the kitchen doorway barefoot, without the sweater, without the bra, wearing only her dark panties and her hair slightly mussed. She stood there looking at me, hands on her hips, just like she did at the office when she was waiting for an answer. Only now everything else was different. Her tits moved loose with every breath, the nipples still hard from the cold or from what had happened at the bar, and the dark panties had a visible wet patch between her legs.

—Are we continuing or not?

I didn’t answer with words. I stood up from the chair.

I went straight to her and grabbed the back of her neck, crushing her against my mouth. We kissed with tongues for the first time all night, a dirty kiss, tasting of whiskey and something else. I slipped my hand into her panties and found her pussy just as wet as in the bathroom. She searched for my cock over my pants and squeezed it hard.

—I want it again —she gasped against my mouth—. And now I want to suck it the way you wouldn’t let me before.

She dragged me into the kitchen and shoved me against the table. She dropped to her knees on the cold tiles, unbuttoned my pants in a rush, and pulled out my cock, still shining with dried juices. She stared at it for a few seconds, mouth open.

—Fuck, what a cock you’ve got, asshole. And I’ve been wasting my time with that useless husband of mine.

She took it all in her mouth in one go, until she gagged. She sucked me with hunger, with noise, letting a thread of saliva run down her chin to her tits. She pulled it out, spat on it, and swallowed it again. She licked my balls one by one while jerking me with her hand, looking up at me with glassy eyes.

—Do you like the way your boss sucks you off, Marcos? Do you like seeing the ogre on her knees eating your cock?

—I love it —I panted, grabbing her by the nape—. Don’t stop.

I squeezed her head and started fucking her mouth myself, driving into her throat until tears rolled down her cheeks and smeared her makeup. She didn’t pull away. She gripped my thighs and let me do it.

—Come here —I told her, lifting her from the floor—. To the table.

I lifted her up and sat her on the wooden table. I ripped off her panties in one pull and spread her legs wide. I knelt this time and buried my face in her pussy. I ran my tongue from her asshole to her clit in one lick and she let out a scream that would’ve woken half the building.

—Oh God, yes... eat it all, don’t stop...

I ate her for minutes, sucking her clit, pushing my tongue deep inside, biting her pussy lips. She squeezed my head between her thighs and writhed on the table, making the wood creak. She came again over my mouth, soaking my whole face.

I stood up with my chin shining and my cock pointing at the ceiling. I grabbed her hips, dragged her to the edge of the table, and drove into her in one stroke. Elena threw her head back and screamed without caring who heard.

—Yes, like that, harder, tear my pussy apart...

I fucked her on the table, squeezing her tits with both hands, pinching her nipples until they turned red. Her legs circled my waist and her heels dug into my ass, asking for more. The table moved with every thrust.

After that I took her to the bedroom, where the bed creaked with a rhythm that left no doubt for any awake neighbor. Elena had an energy that didn’t fit her age or the whiskey she’d drunk. She moved like someone who knows exactly what she wants and has no problem saying it out loud.

I put her on her back, lifted her legs until they were over my shoulders, and buried my cock all the way in. In this position I reached so deep that she let out a cry with every thrust.

—There, there, right there...

Then I put her on all fours, knelt behind her, and fucked her from behind while grabbing her hair. I yanked her mane back until her neck arched and fucked her cunt with all the anger I had in me.

She talked to me about her husband while I fucked her from behind. She said he’d been ignoring her for three years. She said her son was the only person who truly loved her. She whispered things in my ear that I won’t repeat here but that at the time turned me on more than I’d like to admit. Slutty things, filthy things, that I was her employee’s whore, that she wanted me to knock her up even if I couldn’t.

I slapped her twice on the bed and she asked for more. I dug my nails into her hips and she dug hers into my shoulders, and I didn’t complain. I wet my finger with spit and slowly pushed it into her ass while I kept fucking her. This time she didn’t say no. On the contrary, she pushed her ass back against my hand.

—Just one finger —she panted—. I’m saving my ass for next time.

The word next made something jump inside me. I picked up the pace until the bed hit the wall. Elena came for the third or fourth time that night, I’d already lost count, and I felt like I couldn’t hold on any longer.

—I’m going to come —I panted.

—On top of me —she said, turning abruptly and lying back—. Come on top of my tits. I want to watch you.

I knelt over her, over her stomach, and started hammering myself, aiming at her chest. Elena watched me with her mouth open, holding her tits with both hands, squeezing them to make a channel between them.

—Come on, give me all of it, soak your boss...

I blew. My cum spattered her neck first, then her tits, then her chin, one long burst after another. She ran her fingers through the cum and brought them to her mouth without taking her eyes off me.

—Delicious —she said with a wicked smile.

After that she fell asleep in her parents’ bed with a smile I’d never seen on her before, her tits still shining with my semen and her legs open.

I picked up my clothes from the floor, turned off the kitchen light, and went home walking alone through the empty streets.

***

On Monday I got to the office with my head down. I thought everyone knew. That it showed on my face. That there was some invisible sign over me telling what I’d done on Saturday night.

An hour later I heard her boots in the carpeted hallway.

Elena passed through my area greeting two coworkers. Her face looked different. More relaxed, brighter. When she reached my desk she looked me straight in the eyes and smiled.

—Good morning, Marcos.

Friendly tone. Almost sweet. Nothing like her usual one.

—Can you stop by in an hour? I want to go over the report.

—Of course.

Exactly one hour later I knocked on her door and went in. I closed it behind me. She was standing beside the desk, her blouse unbuttoned two buttons more than usual and a red bra showing without the slightest attempt to hide it.

—The report can wait —she said—. Sit down.

She pointed to her own chair, the director’s chair. When I sat, she leaned on the edge of the desk in front of me and looked down at me with that authority of hers that now had a different meaning.

—I loved Saturday —she said directly—. Didn’t you?

—Yes —I replied softly.

—Good. Then we’ll do it again.

Before I could answer, she dropped to her knees and started unbuttoning my pants with a calm that contrasted with everything that had happened in the bathroom at the bar. She pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees and took out my cock, which had already gone hard the moment I’d closed the door. When she had me free, she looked up from below with an expression that belonged to neither of the women I’d known that week.

—Did you like my tits? I woke up with a mark from your teeth. —she lifted her blouse with one hand and showed me them stuffed into the red bra, pointing at the spot of the supposed bite—. And I also woke up with something else on my face. I don’t remember giving you permission for that.

I didn’t answer.

—The cum —she said, opening her mouth slowly— is going to be for me. That’s where it belongs.

She took it into her mouth without further preamble and started sucking me slowly, staring straight into my eyes. It wasn’t the urgent, filthy blowjob from her kitchen. It was something else. Methodical, slow, calculated. She took me all the way out, ran her tongue over the head, swallowed me back down to the base. With one hand she caressed my balls and with the other she’d opened her red bra and was pinching a nipple.

—Elena, in the office... —I whispered—. They’ll hear us.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth for a second, without stopping jerking me off.

—Then don’t make noise. And I already told you before, here I’m the boss.

She took me back into her mouth. She sucked my balls, worked her way up the shaft with her tongue, devoured the head like it was a candy. I gripped the armrests of the chair so I wouldn’t make a sound. She pulled one tit out of the red bra and slapped my cock against her face, then ran the head over her hard nipples. All of it while I heard footsteps and voices in the hallway behind the door.

—Come when you want —she whispered—. You know where it goes.

She took me back to the back of her throat and sped up, moving her head up and down with her hands braced on my thighs. When I felt myself explode, she held my cock right at the tip of her tongue, mouth open and eyes locked on mine.

What followed was fast and perfect. Three minutes I won’t forget. I filled her mouth until it overflowed from the corner, one spurt after another, and she never looked away for a single second. Then she closed her lips, swallowed everything inside her with an obscene sound in her throat, and sucked my cock again to clean off the last drops.

When I finished, she wiped the corner of her mouth with a finger, licked it, stood up, straightened her blouse, and took the water bottle from the desk as if nothing had happened.

—Back to work, Marcos.

—Yes, Elena.

—No —she corrected me with a half smile I’d never seen before—. Yes, ma’am.

—Yes, ma’am.

I went to the door with my legs still weak. Before I put my hand on the knob, her voice stopped me.

—Marcos. —she was standing there with her ass against the desk, arms crossed, looking at me with that expression of hers that at the office meant one thing and outside it meant something completely different—. Before you go home this afternoon, stop by here and leave me your number. I may need overtime.