The Legendary Mrs. Olsen's Next Day - Sex Stories

The Legendary Mrs. Olsen's Next Day

... married, remember? And I was married, figured if I came on to you you might take offense.” "I wouldn’t have. I sort of wish you had made a pass, I wonder what I would have done. Ah, the times we had." A sense of wistfulness invaded the table. "Do you remember the time we played strip poker?” "Vaguely," she admitted, when in actuality her recollection was acute. "It was late one Friday afternoon, the year we won branch of the year. Rich was gone someplace and we had some drinks in the office and were all in a playful mood.” "There was you and me, and Bill and Steve and Mary, right?” "Right. And then when Mary was about to lose her bra, she quit.” Gayle remembered the rest. She’d been down to her bra, too, the boys had been bare chested. She remembered the lustful glances from the men at her breasts before she put her blouse on again, just the memory aroused her libido. Gayle wondered if Ron even knew the rest, how they’d all adjourned to a nearby bar, Ron tried to outlast Bill, had failed, and then she and Bill had headed to his car and made out. She would have gone with either of them, she was drunk and horny. Suddenly, she perceived that if it had been Ron, she probably would have let him have her. "I left the company right after that," Gayle remembered. "And then we lost touch," Ron sadly remarked. Two hands met in the middle of the table, unhappy that they’d let so much time slip by, yet thankful for old friends and great memories. The check was paid, Gayle drove the ten ...

... minutes back to the hotel. The car wasn’t exactly silent, but the vibrations of the minds infusing the cabin was pronounced. Nothing, exactly, was said, but Gayle wondered where - if anyplace - the night was going. And if she was amenable with the developing predicament. In the lobby, it could have ended. They might have gone to the elevators, she would press her floor button, he his, and that would have completed the night. But Ron asked, "How about a nightcap?" and pointed to the den of her previous night’s depravity. Gayle paused, reached a verdict. "Why don’t you get another bottle of wine, and let’s drink it in your room.” A bottle of white was purchased at the bar, and the elevator rose to the twelfth floor. Gayle sat on the bed while Ron poured, then the mood rested on that little, awkward shelf in the cliff. Eyes met, the silent question was asked, 'are you sure?' and it was Ron who advanced, "You were always the most beautiful girl in the office. Everyone wanted you.” "Did they?” "Yes. And I still want you." This was enough for Gayle, she put a hand on his chin, lips converged. The pair reclined on the mattress, foreplay began with directed sluggishness. Ron had his methodology, and Gayle responded submissively enough that he felt free to practice the arts he’d learned through the decades. First this garment was removed, kissing ensued, a pair of trousers fell to the floor, erotic zones were probed. Eventually, Gayle found herself on her back, and Ron was pulling her ...