I have a mature aged co worker. She’s 20 years my senior. She’s never been married or had kids. She was in her early 20’s during the late 70s/ early 80s so she partied hard!
From the drunken nights at our office parties I’ve heard all the stories.
She partied with Joe Pesci at the race track, she blew Steven Tyler backstage at the Hollywood bowl, she even got spit roasted by Mick Jagger and his tour manager. All the while being coked out of her head for a decade.
Those days are behind her now. She is really fun and perky and kind to everyone. She doesn’t have any family so she see’s the office as more of a social setting then a work place, so she lets her guard down, acting like we’re all schoolmates rather than co workers.
We innocently flirt from time to time. Giving her some attention to keep her happy. Harmless fun.
We just had a potluck for 4th of July last Friday and they let us drink! So of course, she had a heavy hand and had drunk half a bottle of wine before desert.
They let us leave early so the drinks kept pouring.
By the time everyone was leaving for the day, my mature aged coworker, let’s call her Brooke, was toasty. She was laughing a little too loud at her own jokes and spilled the rest of her drink, signaling for us to cut her off. I walked her back to her office and got her a glass of water and assured my other co workers I wouldn’t let her drive home until she was sober as they left for the day.
Brooke and I sat and drank some water and listened to some Beatles music (her favorite band)
She was singing along and giggling as she looked at her Beatles posters on her office walls.
“You look a lot like Paul” she said drunkenly as she twirled her blonde hair.
(I do not look like Paul McCartney)
“Oh yeah?” I asked, playing along.
“Yeah! He’s so sexy!”
“Wait, is she telling me she thinks I’m sexy?” I thought as she stood up from her chair and walked up to the poster of the four band members.
She leaned in and kissed the picture of Paul, just as she had done many times before I’m sure.
As she leaned forward, her sexy ass stuck out. She worked out every day and it showed. I checked her out as my mind wandered.
She was 5’4”, blonde hair half way down her back. Thin waist and I guessed probably C Cups. Her tanned skin told her California girl story.
She turned around and looked at me. I looked back, an inquisitive look on her face.
After a moment I realized that she had asked me a question I hadn’t heard because I was checking her out. I then realized that I also had a massive boner from checking her out. Fuck!
“Sorry, what was that?”
“I asked what you were doing for the fourth.”
“Oh, my friends parents always throw a massive pool party every year so I’ll go to that.”
“That sounds fun! I’m going to be by the pool too, just at my complex though, gotta work on my tan.”
She held out her sun kissed arms.
“You look pretty tan to me” I said. I was starting to sweat, the drink had kicked in and I was getting a little hot under the collar.
“I have to get rid of my tan lines though.” She replied.
My eyes traveled from her arms to her boobs without even thinking.
“I like tan lines.” I let out. Thinking out loud as my eyes were glued to her breasts. Imagine what those tan lines must look like.
I caught myself and lifted my eyes back to meet hers.
The smile on her face told me she had noticed me checking out her breasts.
She turned her head and peaked out her door to look down the hallway. Everyone had left.
She turned and shut her office door, standing away from me, he shoulders started moving.
“You like tan lines like this?” She asked as she turned around.
She had unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and had her left shoulder exposed. She moved her black bra strap and revealed a bikini tan line running over her shoulder.
I had lost the ability to speak. My heart was beating and my boner was raging.
I did all that my body would allow. I nodded.
She smiled, tickled by my reaction.
She took a small step toward me.
“What about this?”
She turned and faced away from me as she pulled her blouse down over both shoulders to reveal her back, she peeled her bra straps down the sides of her arms to show both tan lines.
“Yes” I let out breathlessly.
She smiled as she reached her hands behind her back and started unhooking her bra. She pulled it of her chest, let her blouse fall to the floor and turned around to reveal her pale tits with her tan chest.
My eyes were as wide as my smile. She chuckled as she was enjoying being ogled. She did a spin to show me all her tan lines and show off her amazing figure.
She looked down to my crotch and saw my dick pitching a tent in my pants.
She smiled as she got on her knees and crawled seductively towards me, reached up, unzipped my pants and pulled my 7 inch dick out.
She opened her mouth wide and started sucking, pushing her head forward all the way until she was able to lick my balls as she deep throated my shaft.
Deep throating was all the rage in the 70s so this must have been her big move. My oh my, she was good at it.
She got me to climax before the second Beatles song had ended and let me cum all over her tan lined chest.
She grabbed some tissues, cleaned herself up, put her blouse on and excused herself to the rest room.
She came back 5 minutes later, both of us dressed and put together.
We made out for a few minutes until we sobered up and I walked her to her car and said goodbye.
I got a text from her on Sunday afternoon after the pool party inviting me to come over.
And you know I went!
Is there a better way to celebrate our independence then by fucking a MILF as fireworks go off?
No. The answer is no. There is nothing better.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oftspe/4th_of_july_fun_milf_mf
Fireworks story?