My 60 year old co-worker [M][F]

I was looking for a new apartment and she invited me to look at hers to see if I might be interested in the building. We were friends, been out to eat several times, went to a show once, and constantly talked in the office. She was hot. A dark-skinned black women, addicted to fitness, she was shorter 5’3”, but with curves and incredible dreads and looked nowhere near 60, except for the graying around her temple, and some graying, I would find out, in other parts of her body.

At the office, I rarely flirted with her because I never flirt at the office, plus being close to 30 years younger I did not anticipate her being interested. A few times she caught me staring at her body, but I imagine a lot of men (and women) did— it comes with being a sexy woman.

I showed up and she gave me a tour: showed me the mailroom, fitness center, and roof deck. Eventually, we made it to her apartment. It was nice, but old— like her. She told me that she used to live there with her daughter, but she moved out. She wore sweats, talked causally about the building, and she provided some snacks. She was funny, warm, and smart— I tried to suppress my attraction.

We talked about the apartment, work, and colleagues. I mentioned that she was the best dressed at the office, she laughed, and suggested it was not a hard award to win. I mentioned that I always stop by when she wore a certain red dress at work. She laughed because it was true. After a pause, she asked if I wanted her to put that dress on now. I thought she was joking, but I told her it was a great idea.

She went to her bedroom, but I noticed she kept the door ajar. After about three minutes, she asked if I could help zip up the back. “ Of course” . It was not until this point that I realized what was happening.

When I entered her bedroom, I remember thinking two things: nice king size bed and damn, she is sexy. Her back was to me and I stepped to her to zip up the dress. Once I did it, she stepped back, but still close enough so I could keep my hand on her waist. “You like the dress, huh” I nodded. She looked me and down and smirked when she saw my dick hard about to bust through my pants. I kept my hand on her waist.

“We are different,” she said.

“I guess.”

“No talking.” She put her hand on my waist and traced her finger on my belt.

“I agree. No talking.”

She undid my belt slow, as if she was debating whether what we were doing was a good idea. My pants dropped and she lifted off my shirt. She took me in, again, always sizing me up to see if I met her standard. I was naked. She was still fully dressed, older, and commanding.

I was on the bed. She took off her dress— taking her time, hanging it up while making it sure that it had no wrinkles. It gave me time to take her in. Sexy with clothes and sexier without. She approached the bed “Absolutely, no talking. Nobody at the office can find out.”

I smiled. I would not tell it anyone, but we were too far along for anything I said to matter. Our breathing was deep, our touches were fire, a tension built over years was flooding out, and we were fucking and nothing, particularly words, would stop us.

We fucked twice that night. I loved being at work meeting knowing that we shared a secret. We worked out an arrangement that every time that she worked that red dress that it was time to meet up again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u81npg/my_60_year_old_coworker_mf