Work head [blowjob] [mF] [older woman] [public]

I had been working with Tracy for about three months. She was recently divorced, and wasn’t incredibly good at our job. When I helped her out during her first week, she claimed she had been out of work for some time. Her husband had supported her for years, and she would stay home while he went to work.

She was a lot older than I was. But she didn’t look it. I didn’t think women in their 40s could look that good outside of Hollywood, but I was wrong. She had such a tight little body, and the way she smiled when we locked eyes across the floor would drive me nuts. Also, she had this way of flirting that made me want to bend her over her desk and fuck her, hard.

We both worked the graveyard shift, 8 PM to 5 AM. It was hardly ever busy, and some nights it would be just the two of us in our little section. Most of the time between calls was spent talking. She told me a lot about her marriage, and how it fell apart. Sometimes, she would mention how lonely she was. I’ll be honest, some evenings I would be rubbing my cock under my desk. I would do it slowly, as not to alarm her of what was going on, and I would often wonder what she would say if she knew what I was doing.

This night seemed different. I guess I should have realized something when Tracy walked in at the beginning of her shift. She was wearing this incredibly short skirt, It barely covered her, and with each step towards her desk I could swear that I was catching a glimpse of her undergarments.

“I went out for a couple of drinks with the girls,” she said. “Don’t I look cute?”

She stood in front of my desk and did a little twirl. Her tiny skirt flew up high enough for me to get a look at the bottom of her ass cheeks, and I felt my face turn red.

“No guys though,” she said, her lip sticking out in a pout. “I was hoping someone would approach me while I was dressed up all cute like this. It makes me feel like it was a waste.”

“It definitely isn’t a waste,” I said. “I’m pretty positive someone appreciated that. Maybe they just felt too scared to approach you?”

“You’re right, Alex. Maybe I shouldn’t be so old fashioned. Maybe I should be a bit more forward.”

The rest of the night was filled with her giggles. She kept standing up in her cubicle and mentioning that she still felt a bit buzzed. I would smile and nod at her jokes, trying my best not to look down her low cut dress.

“I go on break in about 15,” she said. “I am really craving something to snack on. Should I get you anything?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I am feeling pretty indecisive today. Why don’t you surprise me?”

She smiled, and I went back to work. I was on a particularly hard call, and it was taking forever to fix the customer’s issue. When I saw Tracy walking up to me with a cup of coffee, I put the caller on hold and thanked her for the drink.

That is when she leaned down and kissed me. Her lips tasted like Dr. Pepper and cigarettes. I pulled away, looking around the call floor, wondering if anyone else could see Tracy and I.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered. She pressed forward further. Gently mashing her tits against my chest as she leaned against my chest. She licked my lips up and down. “No one else is going to be around for a bit. But I guess we should hurry, before someone comes along.”

I looked on with shock as she lowered to her knees. I could hear my heart in my eardrums.Her brown bangs encased her face perfectly. I stared into her green eyes. She parted her lips and licked them. Then she got down near my crotch. I could feel her breath through my slacks.

“I see the way you look at me,” she said. Then, she placed a gentle kiss along my throbbing shaft. I feel it jump inside my boxers, and I let out a soft moan.

“Tracy, what are you doing? What if someone comes?”

“Well then, I guess we better hustle. I told you that I wanted a snack. I have been craving a nice, fat load of cum, right inside my mouth. Why don’t you help me out with that?”

She took her hand and undid my belt. Next came my zipper. I sat there, motionless. I wanted to grab her and start fucking her right there on the desk. But, I also was nervous. Someone could walk in there at any moment. But I couldn’t stop this if I tried. Tracy looked so amazing, on her knees, snaking her hand inside my pants and slowly pulling out my sword.

“Wow,” she whispered. “So big! This is even more exciting now. Let’s see if I can handle this. I have been out of practice for a while.”

Her pink tongue flicked out of her mouth and lightly grazed it. I felt a jolt rock through my body, and my toes started to curl. Then, a second lick, but this one has a bit more tongue. She lingered on my shaft for a half second longer. I let out a breath through grit teeth.

“Do you like that? How long have you been thinking of having your cock in my mouth? Like this.”

She then sticks my head in between her lips. Her tongue stayed frozen on the top for a couple of seconds, and after a couple of seconds, it begins to travel up and down in a short motion across the skin of my helmet. Then I feel her lips let go of me, followed by light kisses along my rod. Soon, she was close to my base, and she froze there, sucking me while her hands begin stroking my scrotum.

“Tracy… That feels so good…” I whispered. I almost lose control right then. I can feel my load building up. This woman, who I have been fantasizing for so long now has my cock in her mouth. I reached down and lightly begin stroking her hair, moving it out of her face so I can get a good look.

She placed my left testicle directly into her mouth. I grunt, but then place my hands over my mouth. I still don’t want to be too loud. But it feels amazing. Before I know it, a thick glob of pre-cum comes sliding out of my tip. A small stream of it begins dripping on Tracy’s face. She smiles, holding me in her mouth as the white pools on her cheek. When she releases me from her gap, I gaze on in amazement as she takes her fingers, swipes them across her face, and sticks the glazed digits directly into her mouth.

“So good,” she growls, still holding me in her hand as she talks to me. “Just what I needed. Let’s get some more out of there.”

That is when she swallowed me. The entire cock. I felt my head enter her throat. I felt her tongue masterfully slide up and down my pole. When she finally released it, I looked down and see my cock covered in spit, huge strings leading from her lips to my meat. She then gripped it, and smacked it against her face, leaving trails of spit and pre-cum splotched across it. Next, she stuck it back in, all the way to the base, and held me there. Her eyes look up at me, filled with tears, as she begins bobbing as fast as she can, gagging and making a mess of my slacks.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed the back of her head, and then I start thrusting my hips forward, fucking her mouth as fast as I could. It didn’t take long. I felt a shutter travel my entire body, from my toes to my head. Then, as her lips were wrapped tight around my dick, I let loose, pumping what felt like a gallon of cum into her pretty mouth. She smiled up at me with her eyes, but she kept her lips around me, draining every last bit of me down her throat. A tiny trickle dripped down her chin, and when she came up from under my desk, she takes that small stream and licks it up as well, making sure every single drop is accounted for.

“Holy shit Tracy, that was amazing,” I said. I couldn’t catch my breath, and my eyes kept darting around the call floor, wondering if anyone had spotted us.

“That was just what I needed,” she said, rising up from the floor and smoothing out her skirt. “Maybe we can do this again?”

I nodded, struck stupid by the entire episode. Tracy walked back to her desk, and I quietly zipped up my pants as I prayed no one would walk up before I had a chance to let my slacks dry from the mess that Tracy made.

The rest of the shift goes by like nothing happened. But once it is time to clock out, I see Tracy’s head pop up over my cubicle wall.

“Wanna end the shift with a nightcap?” she said.

I feel my cock get rock hard again. I nod, ready for round two, and I can’t believe my own luck.

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