Official sex

Irina walked calmly, unhurriedly, making her way up to her office. As the head manager of a large travel firm, she felt confident and authoritative. At 40 years old, she looked stunning: of average height, with a narrow waist, full hips, and still quite an appetizing, firm bust, she made a stirring impression on the male half of the company, from the director down to the simple cleaner. Her sweet, "homely" face was beautiful and yet strict, reminding her subordinates that they must work and maintain discipline. However, successful in her career, Irina's personal life had not turned out quite so well. She had divorced her husband

long ago, they had no children, so she lived alone, no longer hoping for any personal life. And what kind of personal life is there at 40 anyway? It's time to babysit grandchildren, not think about love. With such thoughts, Irina entered her office and began preparations for a long workday.

There was a knock on the office door. Before she even had time to take off her coat, Irina asked the person to come in.

— There he is"—Irina froze in place. The head manager's assistant, her direct subordinate Igor, entered. Tall, handsome, dark-haired, he had long been attracted to Irina, but at the mere thought that her "boy" was only 25 years old, Irina immediately dismissed all the silly romantic thoughts that, as if on purpose, crept into her head.

— Irina Nikolaevna, let me help you"—seeing Irina taking off her coat, Igor rushed to assist.

— Yes, thank you, Igor"—Irina stood and waited for the touch of his hands as if it were something otherworldly.

Here he is, slowly taking off the coat, Irina feels his breath from behind and a slight shiver runs down her spine.

— Okay, calm down, Ira, pull yourself together, the last thing you need is for this young upstart to figure everything out"—Irina admonished herself.

— Igor, why did you come?"—Irina tried to give her voice a calm tone, but notes of excitement were still audible in her voice, intertwined with her still intermittent, languid breathing.

— Yes, Irina Nikolaevna, you haven't forgotten that you promised to look over my draft project for establishing tourist trips to African countries, have you?"—Igor stood calmly and, smiling, looked at Irina. That smile was the last straw...

— No, I haven't looked, didn't have time, and today is completely swamped at work... If you want, Igor, then... you could give me a ride home tonight, we'll sit over tea and discuss everything"—Irina was already mentally blaming herself for such adolescent naivety. But unexpectedly, she received in reply: "Okay, what time should I pick you up?

— Let's say 6:00 PM, and don't be late"—said Irina.

Igor left the office, but the trail of his cologne lingered in the boss's office for a long time, driving her crazy.

All day Irina couldn't settle down; the day seemed unbearably long.

Finally, the end of the workday arrived. Exactly at 6:00 PM, Igor came to the boss's office, and after getting dressed, they went to the parking lot. While driving to Irina's home, she thought the whole way about how to behave in the company of this young man, how not to lose her authoritative demeanor... Oh... If only she knew what would happen next...

— We're here"—Igor's voice pulled her out of the whirlwind of thoughts. They went up to the apartment.

— Igor, make yourself at home, I'll be right back."—Irina disappeared into the bathroom.

— I made some coffee here, you don't mind, Irina Nikolaevna?"—asked Igor, addressing Irina, who appeared in the kitchen already in home clothes with wet hair.

— Looks like she took a shower"—Igor realized.

— Of course I don't mind, I'm all for it"—said Irina—"and let's switch to 'you'. Or rather, you call me just Ira.

— It feels a bit awkward, but okay"—said Igor.

— So, what's this project of yours, Igor?"—asked Irina.

— Well, here it is..."—Igor leaned towards Irina with the papers, but then his sense of smell caught a charming scent. It was the smell of clean female skin. This scent began to make his head spin, and the light house robe, clinging to her body, emphasized all the charms of Igor's boss. And then he decided on something he couldn't have imagined a minute ago...

Igor took Irina's hands and gently pulled her to himself. Shuddering, Irina first wanted to protest, but then said to herself: "You've been waiting for this for a long time, you wanted this young, insolent brunette. So calm down and don't object."

By that time, Igor was already kissing Irina's body passionately. First on the lips, smearing the remnants of lipstick on her face and his own, then smoothly moved to her neck. His shameless tongue roamed over Irina's neck while his hands unfastened the robe, which soon flew off. Next, the bra silently fell to the floor, and Irina's large, hardened nipples were now in Igor's mouth. Igor tenderly and lovingly sucked on the nipples, his tongue rapidly licking the areola, sending Irina into a state of weightlessness and bliss. Slowly but surely, his caresses moved lower, to the area of her stomach, her navel. Next in line were her thighs, which Igor covered with passionate kisses. And finally, his sharp, playful tongue reached the most cherished place... Spreading Irina's thighs, Igor delved into exploring the female treasure... Already sufficiently aroused, Irina was literally overflowing with the juices of love; her vagina was wet, exuding a sharp, loving, and at the same time warm scent of sweat, musk, and something elusive that "hit Igor over the head."

Already in a semi-trance state, intoxicated by the smell and taste of Irina's vaginal juices, Igor began his art of cunnilingus with all possible care, caution, and tenderness. Alternating longitudinal, transverse, and circular movements of his tongue, sucking and nibbling on her clitoris, he made Irina shudder in convulsions and moan genuinely.

Irina felt that indescribable feeling she had missed so much after her divorce and long evenings spent alone, without warm male embraces.

The movements sometimes accelerated, sometimes slowed down, positions changed; Irina felt as if her soul had jumped out of her body and was flying somewhere far away. Igor felt the end approaching; Irina's tight, full thighs wrapped around Igor, she moved in rhythm with him, meeting his thrusts, guessing the rhythm and bringing him unbearable, voluptuous sensations. The orgasm arrived vividly. It seemed all the sensations from sex had intertwined into one big ball, which in an instant burst with the strongest feeling of boundlessness; it seemed the whole world froze for a moment. Igor released large portions of semen into Irina's red, worked, heat-radiating womb.

Exhausted, he fell on the bed next to Irina, embracing her, getting tangled in her long hair, inhaling the scent of her hair.

— Did you like it, sweetheart?"—asked Igor, catching his breath, although he perfectly understood that Irina was feeling very good right now.

— Yes"—was all Irina could utter, and even that in a whisper.

Continuing to cover Irina's body with small kisses, Igor lifted her and carried her to the shower.

Warm streams of water pleasantly tickled their bodies, washing away the fatigue accumulated during the brief time of lovemaking.

— Ira, have you ever done this to a man, you know, with your tongue?"—Igor cautiously asked.

— No..."—Ira understood where her lover was heading.

— Don't you want to try?"—continued Igor.

— Well, I don't know..."—Irina was still a bit shy, but desire took over: "Let's do it!

Turning off the shower, she knelt before Igor and gently took his, already swollen again by this time, penis in her hand. Running her hand over it, she cautiously touched it with her lips. The pungent smell of the remnants of semen pleasantly aroused her, and Irina boldly licked the head. As if some sexual instinct awoke in her; she began to suck the penis more and more boldly, driving it deeper into her throat.

After playing with his testicles with her tongue, she moistened the head with saliva and smoothly, slowly slid down the shaft, tightly pressing her lips to the fleshy flesh. Unable to withstand such a test, after a few minutes, Igor convulsed, a new portion of semen shot into Irina's throat, but surprisingly, she didn't let go of the penis; on the contrary, she squeezed her lips even tighter until Igor was empty, and swallowed everything to the last drop.

Exhausted, they fell in the shower stall and under the warm streams of water kissed each other with their lips, unable to do anything more for now.

Finally, having rested under the streams of water, they finished showering and went to the bedroom to rest.

— Sweetie, aren't you tired, huh?" asked Irina.

— Tired, but for you, anything"—answered Igor.

— Igor, I want more"—Irina said quietly.

— I have an idea"—said Igor—"stand like this"—and Igor positioned Irina on all fours.

— Igor, what, you want there? Don't, it will hurt."—Irina pleaded.

— Don't be afraid, sweetie, it won't hurt, it will be pleasant"—Igor winked slyly.

Finding hand cream on the shelf, Igor generously lubricated Irina's narrow, virgin anal hole and carefully, slowly began to insert his tool. The penis entered tightly, but Igor persistently entered, working on his partner's anal opening.

Irina gasped. "Does it hurt a bit?"—asked Igor. "Well, bear with it, it will feel great soon."

Finally, Igor's penis was fully immersed, and he, grabbing her hips, began to fuck his not-so-young but so sweet lover with pleasure.

Irina relaxed and enjoyed it. She felt the hard-as-stone penis tightly entering her anal opening, filling all the emptiness inside, how Igor's balls softly slapped against her buttocks when Igor once again stretched her opening with a smooth motion. Excitement, mixed with pleasant, sweet pain in her anus, overwhelmed Irina. The first anal orgasm of her life did not keep her waiting. It came like an uninvited guest, a hurricane, sweeping away everything in its path, shaking poor Irina in ecstasy, leaving behind only pleasant fatigue and a feeling of complete happiness, incomparable to any drug in the world. Already convulsing in the throes of orgasm, Irina felt Igor finish; his stream of semen shot out like from a hose, filling all the space of the anus, so diligently stretched by Igor's penis. Igor let out a prolonged moan in ecstasy and collapsed next to Irina.

For some time, they lay embracing, not moving, listening to their sensations, unable to express the overwhelming feelings, and thus fell asleep, happy to have found each other.

Author's e-mail: vitаlikr89@mаil.ru