Her mind raced as she waited for him to come back into the room.
It was the first time that they had ever spent any time together alone, although they had known each other for months. Her daughters, who were both in their teens hardly left her any time to spend by herself. Tonight was different.
Rebecca, her 14 year old, had a sleepover at a friend’s house while Jenna, now 18, had a party that would see her coming home soon. The thought that Jenna could walk in at any moment both frightened and excited her.
He was a charmer and an enigma, she didn’t know what to expect tonight. She had taken a risk inviting him over. Celeste was recently divorced and had just celebrated her 44th birthday. Michael was just 31, but had confidence and a thirst for life.
He had always wanted her since the day that he first saw her in the executive meeting room at their office. Michael was a young and up and coming star in IT. Celeste was an experienced corporate lawyer who dominated the room – any room that she was in.
The first time he saw her she was sitting at the head of a board room table leading a meeting about an upcoming project. Celeste wore a royal blue dress with the hem halfway up her ivory thighs. The only bright spark in a room full of dark suits. She flicked her dark brown hair and tied and untied it in a ponytail as she captivated every man in the room’s thoughts. No one could challenge her, and if they did she would dart her dark brown eyes in their direction and they would back down in a whimper, averting their eyes.
Michael arrived at the meeting late and took his place at the lower end of the table. He sat in awe by the power that Celeste had over the room. He uttered not a word, he was the only black man in the room. After the meeting Celeste told him if he was going to join her meetings again that he better make sure that he was there on time. He had never been spoken to like that by a woman so powerful, and he was intrigued by how assertive she could be, especially with him.
As their work continued together, Celeste would notice how Michael would watch her as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. He would run his eyes up and down her body while she would act like he wasn’t there. But she loved how addicted he was to her. Sitting at her desk across from his, she’d twirl in her chair flicking her beautiful mane while her skirt rode higher and higher until he could almost see the top of her thighs. He wanted to see her panties, he wanted to know what was underneath that hard outer surface, he wanted to be inside her.
While Celeste was working late on a Friday night, Michael walked onto the floor to collect his briefcase. She stared at her computer screen with a twist-up pencil holding her messy ponytail in place. She barely looked up at him when he said “Hey”.
“Hi Michael” she said. “What are you doing here so late? I thought you IT guys worked from 9 to 5 and then went straight to the bar.”
Michael responded, “I’m not who you think I am”, his six foot frame looming over her.
He was built like a nightclub bouncer but his eyes sparkled of innocence but also something a little more sinister.
“Oh yeah? Who are you Michael?” She said as she dropped her pen and looked him dead in the eyes with that look that could pierce into your soul.
“I’m your fantasies realized” he said “the fantasies that when you wake up you’re afraid to think about or share with anyone. I’m the one who will make you realize what you want before you know you want it.”
“You like to be in charge in these boardrooms because you have nobody to take control of you. You want somebody to dominate you, but none of these suit wearing motherfuckers know how. They are afraid of you, I’m the only person in this whole entire building who isn’t.”
Celeste’s jaw dropped in complete shock. Nobody, including her current ex-husband had ever spoken to her that way in her life. She didn’t know how to respond.
Michael, seeing Celeste’s uneasiness for the first time leaned over and whispered gently, “I’m calling us a cab, and we’re going to find out how much control you really have tonight.”
On the cab ride home, Celeste couldn’t help but to let Michael take control. Looking at the contrast of his dark mahogany hands against her sun-kissed thighs every time a street lamp passed by gave her a jolt. He pushed her dress higher and higher as he kissed her mouth and neck, while his other hand reached gently inside her bra and softly rubbed her breasts. She tried not to make a sound to avoid alerting the cab driver who would see her exposed white lace panties were he to look in his rear view mirror.
They were barely halfway down her driveway when Michael pressed his huge frame against Celeste on the wall while kissing her ever so gently. He ripped the gold zipper on the back of her dress and then pulled her underwear off slowly, leaving her standing outside in just her black patent leather high heels. Taking the key from her purse he lead her inside, as if he had been there before.
Michael walked into the first bedroom he could find in the house, which happened to be Jenna’s bedroom. The bed had four looming posts and a canopy. He knows it’s not Celeste’s bed but he doesn’t care, he wants her so much. Ripping the cases off their pillows he ties Celeste to all four posts, her legs and arms outstretched. He takes his shirt off first, chest gleaming in the moonlight, exposing tattoos and scars Celeste had never seen before.
“I’m going to make you cum like you have never cum before” he says quietly, as he slowly kisses his way from her face, down to her neck, to her breasts and slowly to her stomach. He runs his tongue along her clit, both hands on her thighs, as her back arches to his every move. Slowly, he runs his tongue in a circular motion around her clit, while she lays there vulnerable to him. Her eyes shutter and she screams his name in her head as her body is overtaken by an uncontrollable sensation. She has never felt so out of control and yet so satisfied in her life.
“I want you to think about that for a minute” Michael says as he leaves the room and closes the door behind him, leaving Celeste tied up and completely in the dark. Her mind races about the security cameras in the office.Did the cab driver see her, when will Jenna be home? Will Jenna find her tied up in her bed, or worse, will she bump into Michael?!
Her mind racing for what felt like eternity, Michael walks back into the room, his skin glistening. He had taken a shower and was now completely naked. Getting on top of her he pushed deep and slow, making sure his thick cock explored every last surface inside of Celeste. His cock, so curved upward, tugged on her clit and at the same time massaged her g-spot with every stroke. Every worry fell away as his arms, so strong, were planted either side of her head. They moaned as they finally came together and he finally released her from her bondage.
As Michael got dressed, they heard the kitchen door open. Michael kissed Celeste good night and quickly made his way out of the back door. Celeste, in her night robe, welcomed her daughter home and lay in bed with her as she fell asleep, while Celeste fantasized about the next time her and Michael would secretly be together.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mmirmw/mf_mature_divorcée_younger_man