Fucking my[M] ex’s dad’s Brazilian secretary [F] in the stairwell

This took place about 15 years ago, so some of the details are a little lost due to the passage of time, but many are seared into my mind’s eye. This is not something I’ve really ever shared. I was living and working in Brazil at the time and had a serious girlfriend there (I am most certainly not Brazilian). After about a year or so, I was able to get a job at the company her father worked for. I carved out a place there for myself and got on with many of my coworkers, and not just because I was “son-in-law” of one of the executives. I started socializing in the evenings with some of the coworkers, both with and without my girlfriend.

One night I went out with some people sans girlfriend to play pool at this divvy bar. By the time people started winding down, it was somewhere near 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning. In the end, only myself and my girlfriend’s dad’s secretary were remaining. We were both many, many beers in by this point. The bar was in her neighborhood so I offered to walk her home. At this point I don’t think I had any ulterior motives other than make sure she was safe in a dangerous city, but in retrospect I can’t say that drinking to the wee hours of the morning with another woman was going to lead to good decision making.

About the secretary, she was about 36 or 37 at the time (I was about 25).I wasn’t inexperienced, but my girlfriend’s at this point in my life had not been comfortable with their bodies, which made for pretty mundane sex. I wouldn’t say the secretary was stunning by Brazilian standards, but attractive. In fact her heritage was very European, so she had a “foreigner” type of look- blonde hair and very fair-skinned. She had large breasts and was curvy, not overweight by any means though. She was single, and in my limited conversatiions with her at the secretary’s desk I knew she was very free spirited and had a sharp wit, but again, can’t say she was on my radar. Also, she was older than I was, AND WAS MY GIRLFRIEND’S DAD’S PERSONAL SECRETARY.

So, we’re walking home and I put my arm around her, as I was very drunk at this point. She reciprocates my gesture and puts her arm around my waist and we walked through city streets very close together. I could tell at this point she was getting pretty turned on as our conversation took on a very flirty nature. She was pretty outspoken so I knew that if she hadn’t said something I had the green light to press my luck. We started exchanging some little pecks as we walked and some tight squeezes, even stopping for some deep, passionate, and very drunk kissing.

At this point it was on for both of us, so I asked if I could go up to her apartment with her, but she said she had a friend staying from out of town with her so that wasn’t an option. I thought I was going to be left with an insane case of blue balls, but she just kept leading me along toward her place. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but I wanted to play it cool and go with the flow.

We end up in front of her small apartment building, which was like 2 or 3 stories high. It had exterior doors to all the apartments, but you had to walk insides a lobby of sorts to get to the staircase. She leads me by the hand inside,which was a very dark. I’m still very confused about what her plan was, but drunk, horny me was not going to play 20 questions with her. We start up the dark staircase to the first switchback landing and she stops and starts passionately kissing me there. She then says, “Right here, lay down.” This seemed completely insane, as it was a very public place (only one staircase for the whole building) but as my faculties were being driven by alcohol and my dick, I complied. I unbuckled my pants, pulled my raging hard on out, and laid on landing face up. I should mention that she was wearing a black, knee-length dress with some sort of calf-high boots on. She stood over me, facing me with her feet on with side of my hips. Then she lowered herself down till she was squatting over my cunt-thirsty cock. She reached under her dress to pull her panties to the side. In the dim, orange light streaming through the window from an outside streetlight, I could see a very bushy pussy with a protruding clit dangling just above the head of my penis. She then lowered herself on to my shaft and gave a very loud moan of pleasure. I sort of froze at this point knowing that most of her neighbors probably could have been woken by this, but again reason was not on control of my actions. Once that shock passed, and the sensation of her very wet, warm and loose pussy overtook me, I sort of wanted to see how loud we could get. I didn’t live there and if she didn’t care, then neither did I.

The vision of her squatting on my dick with those boots on while I impaled her was something I don’t think I had even imagined at this point in my life. She was completely into the moment, throwing her head back and muttering dirty talk in Portuguese. And she was loud about it, too. “Fuck me, fuck me, you asshole!” she moaned. At some point I’m pretty sure I heard someone walking in the lobby opening the front door, but as she didn’t stop or slow down I ignored it and no one ventured past us. We probably fucked for a few minutes there, her riding up and down moaning and swearing the whole time, and me trying to pound her with every effort my drunk ass could muster. I recall that I started to really get drunk at this point probably because of all the blood rushing to my brain from the exertion. I really had to focus to keep going and not stop and vomit all over. Everything really started spinning, which probably helped me last a little bit longer with her. Finally, though, I couldn’t contain it any longer and I told her I was going to cum. She lifted herself off of me just as a exploded all over her pussy, panties, and dress.

I laid there in drunken disbelief about what I had been a party to, while she stood up and adjusted her clothing. I then got up, pulled my pants up. We kissed some good byes, and with a sassy smile, she said, “See you at work tomorrow”. Yes, this was a work night and by this point it was probably around 4:00 in the morning. I took the bus home. The next day is mostly lost on a hungover haze, but I did wander down to her desk at some point later in the afternoon. We had very casual small talk, not making even the slightest allusions to what had transpired just a few hours before. And as she was sitting just outside my girlfriend’s dad’s open office door, I did not want to give even the slightest impression of attraction or a relationship. She was as cool as a cucumber, but gave me some raised eyebrow glances in our brief encounter. We both had an insane amount to lose which made it all even hotter. We had a few more hookups after that, all very hot with new experiences for me. She remains the oldest woman in terms of age difference I have ever been with. She really had no inhibitions and expanded my sexuality in deep ways. And to this day no one was any the wiser.

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