A smile swept across Kait’s face as she glanced down at the clock. 4:55pm. Almost time to go home, almost time to start her weekly date night. She chuckled to herself, I had chosen Wednesday as our date night early on in our fling, and had a lot of fun referencing ” hump day” throughout the week as we approached our weekly date night. We have been lovers for a month, having a very adventurous sex life, we enjoy a date night once a week. She enjoys teasing me with her little black dresses and jewelry that hung perfectly down between her full breasts, typically made more prominent with one of her sexy push-up bras which she only wore on Wednesdays.

She smiles to herself, thinking of how much fun she had last week lightly teasing my crotch with her stiletto. I had gotten so turned on, I was barely able to wait until we got home to take her, and I wound up fucking her hard in the garage as soon as the door had closed behind the car. A blush covered her cheeks as she remembers bucking back against me in the back seat as the windows steamed up all around them. Yes, we are lovers, and the sex is incredible.

Kait starts to pack her computer as the clock strikes 5pm, glancing around nervously, hoping that no one would stop her with extra work assignments on the way out. She ducks slightly and hurries down the hallway, dodging out a back entrance just as her boss turns the corner. She laughs to herself and shaking her head, remembering the beginning of her relationship with me. She is 30 year old, single professional female when she begins seeing me. She had never dated an older man, and had never really seen the appeal. She had her choice of the strong, 7% body fat type professional men, but had found them slightly awkward and full of themselves. A friend of hers had told her about her fling with an older man. Kait had been intrigued by her friend’s tales of her sexual exploits with the older man.

As Kait got to her car, she remembers the way her friend blushed when she described the sex, Kait bites her lip as she remembers how wet she had gotten when her friend had described him going down on her. She ducks into her car, leaning back in the seat, closing her eyes as she thought back to the first time I did that to her. It was our second date, and Kait had clearly wanted to sleep with me, wearing her sexiest black lingerie and her push-up bra. She remembers how turned on she got as I had driven past her house without saying a word. She had no idea where I was taking her until we had arrived at this massive house. She glances up at the car mirror, noticing her cheeks were dark red as she let herself relax and relive the moment for a few minutes. She remembers how I had led her to the living room, and we had started kissing, she had let her hand fall into my lap to get a preview of what she would be working with, she could still remember that first groan.

She thought for a moment that her getting to fuck an older guy might not have been half as exciting as it was for this 55 year old man who was about to get to ravage a 30 year old hot body professional. She chuckles to herself as she remembers me grabbing her hand, and pulling it out of my lap. She had worried that she had done something wrong, and she remembers how firmly I held her wrist. What happened next would set the tone for our entire relationship. I had slowly laid her back, gripped her other wrist, pressed her hands above her head and held them firmly as I kissed her hungrily. She had tugged at her wrists, the strength of my grips had made her gasp. She had never been restrained in any capacity before, and had been slightly embarrassed at how much she enjoyed me holding her hands above her head.

She remembers how loud she moaned as she felt me put my knee between her legs, grinding my thigh against her tiny black panties under her skirt, which had ridden up to her thighs. Her cheeks had flushed as her body betrayed her, grinding against my thigh, moaning loudly as she felt the outline of my thick shaft pressing against her own thigh as I kissed her harder.