by Sara White
This time I didn’t need a heads-up, my phone rang and Martha just asked if I had a job, then offered me a temp job at the cellars again. Remembering the very good pay and the occasional perks, I eagerly accepted. Two weeks after the call I showed up, went through the same briefing and while I thought it would be back to the weigh bridge I was surprised when I was turned over to the small, but capable hands of Martha. She seemed very glad to have me and from day one she took it upon herself to teach me as much of the chemistry that I needed to know.
This meant that for those first two weeks we spent almost eight hours a day in a room in just each other’s company. As we worked I finally figured out that the spontaneity I had experienced the first year was not spontaneity at all, she was actively flirting with me. Very subtle of course, since the cellars was known to crack down hard on any kind of sexual harassment, not that I would have called myself harassed at all. I just continued as usual and when peak time hit, I was very well schooled in the laboratory’s work and functions.
Again days of little sleep and long hours hit us, but this time it was worse, now I had to wait for the last of the grapes to get processed and then I could go to work on the juices. I saw my room at the most three hours a day, luckily Martha was a very resourceful boss and I found that she had smuggled a camping bed into the storage room. We both worked long hours, but we also got in a few more hours’ worth of sleep a day on that camping bed. Saturdays I got to work with the tankers again, which led nine times out of ten to drinks at Rosie’s, of course I made sure that Martha never got too drunk, in fact I checked her drinking habits and I found that her staggering drunk every time was a ruse, she could never be that drunk. I was being played, it was part of a plan she obviously had, not that I was complaining, I loved looking at the various bras she wore on such evenings.
This obvious teasing had to come to a point though and boy what a point it came to, peak time was something in the past, Martha’s wines was coming along nicely and she came to work dressed with almost just enough, deep v-line tops, shorts which would fit on Lara Croft instead of an assistant-winemaker. She of course had the lab coat to cover up with, but in the lab it was a different story, she always moved around without the coat, or when she really had to wear it, she wore it. All of this and her continuous flirting really was taking a real toll on my inhibitions about her being married.
The second to last Saturday found me finishing the last tanker a bit earlier than usual, and like usual Martha came into the office just as the tanker drove out of the security gates. Only this time she didn’t banter, she just locked the door behind her and walked passed me to pull close the blinds, she turned towards me with a little mysterious smile on her lips,
“You are quite a hard guy to break, you know that?”
I was stunned,
“Break? What? What do you mean?”
She walked closer, shedding her lab coat, under it she wore one of the tops I like the most, it clung to her body and breasts, her nipples on proud display, along with it white shorts, she had only wore them once, but they had left a lasting impression as they clung to her hips and sexy ass. She came to stand in front of me, her one hand reached up to trace over my chest,
“Yes, you have been acting all gentleman like ever since we met, yet you have this strange way of making me want you more and more every time I don’t get through your defences.”
She smirked,
“So I took the liberty to see which outfits works for you and I know you love these. Even though you said nothing, your eyes told me all I needed to know.”
I could feel heat creeping up from under my collar and she smiled at me,
“Don’t worry Ryan, it is not bad at all.”
She grabbed hold of my shirt’s collar and pulled me down to her, her full lips meeting mine, opening slightly as she sighed into the kiss. I can proudly say that I did not kiss back for the first few seconds, but as she snaked a hand behind my head and her tongue teased my lips, I could not refuse her any longer. I slid my arms around her, pulling her against me as I kissed her back, her lips parting more and my tongue met her own. The one thing I wasn’t ready for, was her other hand, it grasped my cock through my shorts, it sent a jolt through me, but she held my head in place as her hand unzipped my shorts and slid inside.
Her breathing grew hotter as we kissed, her hand stroking my cock through my briefs, making it grow quickly. I slid my hands down her back to cup her ass in my hands, pulling her against me, trapping her hand between our bodies. Still her fingers didn’t stop their fondling, pretty soon my cock was aching to be released, my hands kneading the firm flesh of her ass. Finally she broke the kiss and stepped back, my hands sliding from her ass to her hips, she wasted little time in unbuttoning my shorts and pushing them down, her hands hooked my briefs, releasing my nine inch cock,
“Oh my…”
That reaction told me that her husband was built proportionately, question was, did she do this often? Her lips locked around the head of my cock and I looked down to find her bending over to suck my cock into her mouth. She was no slouch in this area that was for sure, she sucked, licked, slurped, nibbled and jerked on my cock like it was the last thing she would ever do. I undid my shirt’s top button and slipped it off, throwing it onto the chair as Martha kept sucking on my cock.
After a few moments of pleasure, I pulled my cock from her very talented mouth, pulling her to her feet; I started to undo her own shorts. I pushed it down her toned legs, a red thong revealed itself under the shorts, so I hooked my thumbs into the waist band and pulled it down as well, revealing her shaved pussy, her lips already glistening in the light of the fluorescent lights, a small landing strip leading straight towards her otherwise smooth pussy. I went on my knees and leaned in, her smell filling my nose as I ran my tongue over her lips, tasting her juices. I felt clothing slide over my back and glanced up to see her naked breasts dangling above me, she held them in her hands, pinching her own nipples.
I leaned back into her crotch, licking on her sweet pussy, eliciting soft moans from her with each sweep of my tongue. I used my hands to grab hold of her naked ass and kneading it as I kept licking her pussy, that along with her own actions on her nipples brought on an early orgasm, I knew this as she was moaning loudly, pressing my head against her groin and thrusting a suddenly sodden pussy into my face. When her body finally stopped convulsing and the pressure on my head lessened, I got to my feet. There was no question what was to follow, the question was more how it was going to happen, I answered that question quickly.
My hands was still on her tight ass, using that as leverage, I lifted her onto the desk, I slid my hands over her hips, down her legs and pushed them open, revealing her pussy to the light. She grabbed hold of my cock and as I stepped closer she guided it straight into her pussy. She leaned back, resting on her arms, her breasts pushed out proudly, her face contorted into a mask of pleasure as I shoved my cock deep into her soaking wet pussy. I was amazed at how tight she was, if it wasn’t for the orgasm or the amount of juices I would have had a difficult time getting this deep into her.
Grabbing hold of her hips, I pulled back and pushed back into her again, her muscles contracting around my cock and a loud groan issued from her lips. I leaned down and sucked one of her dark pink nipples into my mouth, rubbing my tongue over it as I nibbled gently on it, this brought more moans from her. I slid back and again stuck my cock deeper into her, feeling her cervix open up for me and the rest of my cock slid into her, making her cry out, whether it was pleasure, pain or maybe both I did not know.
I pulled back and slid back into her, keeping the pace slow and easy, giving her time to adjust to my cock inside of her and giving me more time to lick and suck on her marvelous breasts. She had little to no sag to them, they easily filled a 32D cup if not more, it was freakishly huge on her petite frame and I fucking loved it. Many women had to get implants to get tits this great, but these was clearly all natural and she loved the attention
I gave them as I continued to work my cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy.
As the moments passed, my excitement grew and I started to thrust harder and faster inside of her, she only reached out to hold onto my shoulder as I nibbled, sucked and licked on her nipples, her tits bouncing with the rhythm of my groin slapping against her own. I slid my hands to her lower back, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk as my thrusts grew in power and speed, her moans for more fueling on the pleasure we both derived from our coupling.
She had her head thrown back, I’m pretty sure if anybody walked past the office, they would know that she was getting a shafting, her moans was filling the office and there was no mistaking them for what they were. She dug her nails into my shoulder as the convulsions in her pussy started to become more erratic, I could feel the pressure building up in the base of my cock and scant moments later her teeth sunk into my shoulder muscle, her arms wrapping around me as she screamed. The sudden tightness of her pussy as I pumped in and out of her did the trick and before I had a chance to react my cock convulsed and rope after rope of my cum erupted into her.
It took some time for us to come down from our orgasmic high, it took us a bit longer to disengage and get dressed, she didn’t say a word until she had her lab coat wrapped around herself again, she smiled broadly at me, pulled me down for a kiss and headed for the door,
“Thank you Ryan, that was just what I needed.”
She paused at the door and looked back at me as she unlocked it,
“You better get ready for more stress relief next week.”
With a cheeky smile she slipped out, leaving me behind, trying to figure out just how I have just ended up fucking a married woman.
The weekend seemed to fly past, I didn’t even get to do half of the things I wanted to do before Monday came around again. I came into the lab early as usual, Martha wasn’t there yet, so I set to getting the sample equipment ready, I refilled the chemical bottles and booted up the computers. Just as I were about to leave to get some coffee, one of the guys brought in a batch of samples pulled from the wine tanks, saying that the wine maker wanted the results ASAP. Well that was not an order you refuse, so I took the samples from him and started testing them; it wasn’t hard work, but time-consuming and tedious. The door opened and Martha came in, greeting me with a sunny smile,
“Good morning Ryan.”
I gave her a nod and a smile, couldn’t fight a smile that sunny,
“Good morning Martha, good weekend?”
I turned back to the samples, she came over,
“Kind of yes, but this is the last production week, I’m glad about that.”
I filled in the results from the sample I was testing,
“Ryan’s samples?”
I nodded,
“Yeah he wanted them tested, I only have these two to run then I’m done.”
“Why don’t you go get us some coffee and I’ll finish up here?”
I stepped away from the table,
“Sure, milk three sugar?”
She nodded,
“Yes, you actually know this?”
I shrugged,
“One does tend to learn after a season.”
She chuckled and turned to work on the samples and I went to fetch coffee, the rest of the day passed quite quickly, Ryan came in to chat with her about a few of the tanks performing sub-standard and that was about the only visitors we had. Tuesday started off basically the same, except this time I already had coffee when the first samples came in, from what I have heard it seemed that the chemicals they added, stabilized the wine and the test results looked much better than Monday’s.
Martha came in a bit later than usual, a slight blush on her cheeks, of course I had no idea what it was about, so I went on with things as usual. She went on with her work and I did mine, she was abnormally quiet though and I wondered if she got chewed out for being a bit late, but usually that would upset her and she can be a very temperamental girl when she gets a talking to. It was at lunch time that the reason for her silence and the blush became evident, she asked me to help her with something in the storage room. As I entered the storage room, the door closed behind me and I heard the lock click close, the overhead lights was off, but the light from the computer screen was enough to illuminate the room, it wasn’t very big as we didn’t need too much space for the more dangerous chemicals.
I turned and found that Martha stood at the door, almost ripping off her lab coat; I felt two very distinct emotions, anxiety and elation. In the half-light I could make out that she wore baggy cargo pants and a sensible shirt, she started to unbutton her shirt and looked over at me,
“Come on there isn’t that much time.”
I hesitated, she was after all a married woman, but I lost a lot of my trepidation when she peeled off her shirt, revealing her toned body and white bra cupping her massive chest. I slipped out of my t-shirt and pulled off my sneakers and socks, she didn’t even bother with her bra, she just unbuckled her pants and let them drop, kicking off her sandals as she stepped out of her pants, it was then that I caught a whiff of arousal and I wondered how she got so worked up.
The answer came unexpectedly when she slipped off her white bikini cut panties and reached between her legs, she pulled out a light pink object that softly hummed and then stopped; it occurred to me that she had a mini-vibrator stuck up her pussy for the past six hours. That explained the blush and the sudden rush to get me in here, already my cock was straining against its confinements and I undid the buckle of my jean shorts, allowing them to fall to the floor as I slipped off my briefs, freeing my cock.
To say she attacked me, might seem a bit harsh, but one instant I was still getting out of my clothing, the next moment I had my hands filled with warm flesh as arms and legs clamped around me, lips finding mine and a tongue prying it’s way into my mouth. Not that it needed much prying, I opened my mouth to meet her tongue with my own, to say she was turned on was an understatement, the woman was simply mad with desire. She writhed, grinded and moaned as I squeezed her ass, her wet mound grinding into me, the cot was the only answer and we soon found ourselves on it.
Her legs practically fell open, I used one hand to guide myself to her sopping wet pussy and entered her tight confines, at the penetration she moaned harder, pushing up with her hips to get more and more I provided by thrusting hard into her. I didn’t know how I never noticed it the first time, but her pussy was fucking tight, it felt like I was pushing my way into a silk-lined vice. Ripples seem to run through the walls of her pussy and in the tight confines it felt much more like little fingers was gripping and releasing my cock as it forced deep into her.
She held tightly onto my shoulders, her legs locking around my waist, her heels pressing onto my buttocks as our mouths feverishly worked against each other. By the second hard thrust I bottomed out, she writhed underneath me as she tried to get more into her, moaning loudly into my mouth. I started thrusting inside of her, hard and picking up pace with each passing moment, our groins met loudly as she used her legs as leverage to lift her hips up into my thrusts. The storage room was well insulated, thus it was rather sound proof, the ventilation opened to the outside, so to hear her muffled moans and the smacking of our groins you would have to sit on the roof near the vents.
Not that I was thinking of being discovered right then, I was bent on giving her what we both wanted, pleasure. I didn’t know about her, but judging from the moaning and writhing, we were both giving and taking a lot of that pleasure we wanted. As I kept pounding her tight pussy, she convulsed, her muscles seemed to clamp down so hard that I couldn’t move, but with the juices she so copiously supplied, I still could, but not as fast as before. Her body slowly relaxed after a few moments and our combined thrusts picked up again, the smacking of our groins now grew louder as it became wet skin on skin.
Of course thrusting continuously into such tight confines does tend to rush things, the convulsions and rippling of her muscles alo
ng that velvety interior did nothing to stem the tide of my rising orgasm. There was no need to warn her of my impeding orgasm, she seemed to sense it or even know about it, she just locked her ankles behind my back and urged me on. Of course I was in no position to object and while a small portion of my brain did try to, it didn’t get far amidst the overload of feelings, the sensual kissing, her muffled moans and the pure erotic sound of our groins slamming into each other.
I orgasmed. Hard. I was vaguely aware of her teeth biting my lower lip, her moans turning to a scream and her pussy seeming to almost try to squeeze the life out of my cock. I just moved my arms from next to her, to underneath her and pulled her against me, there was a slight loss of time and space and when I did return back to earth it was to find my lip bleeding and Martha convulsing as she moaned softly, her arms still wrapped around me. To be honest it seemed to take us both quite some time to gather our senses, get our bearings and drag ourselves into our clothing. At long last she switched on the lights, by then we were both dressed and she slipped her little toy into one of her coat’s pockets.