A note from Michy.
This is another episode in my banker or whore series. There are two previous submissions that you might like to read before this one, but that's up to you. Just enjoy me as the men in this and the previous stories did.
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Although her arse was a bit big, her thighs were a little chunky and there was slight bulge on her stomach the rest of her was very tasty. Good tits, at least a C cup, spiky blonde hair with dark streaks, a pert nose, full lips and the most come to bed eyes he had seen for ages. That they were behind glasses seemed a shame at first, but the more he looked the sexier he found them.
As he ran quite quickly on the cross trainer at the gym he couldn't stop his eyes, not that he wanted them to, from ogling her. But in that, he wasn't alone. There weren't that many women at the Reebok gym in Canary Wharf at five thirty in the morning. Those that were there tended to be stick insect thin, wannabee traders in one of the banks, who at present had to put up with being a PA or travel organiser or, as they were known on the floors, 'trader trash.'
Michaela was used to being the only woman amongst a group of men so being in the minority in the gym in the new financial centre of London, Canary Wharf, didn't bother her at all.
As she power-walked on her cross trainer two machines down the line from Luke, she had glanced a number times towards the trainer on which he was running. She had seen him at the gym several times and had admired his physique. She had surreptitiously glanced at his broad chest in the running singlet, his sturdy legs in the short, shorts, his pert bum and his quite obvious cock and balls swinging around in his loose shorts. She wondered sometimes whether he wore anything under his shorts and on 'bad frustration days' as she called them she felt a little shiver go through her.
But they had never spoken although they had exchanged eye contacts, smiled and nodded at each other. Today, though they both finished at the same time, stopped the machines and tentatively after thirty minutes of activity they stood on solid ground in the middle of the gym looking at each other.
"Ok?" he asked.
"Yes thanks."
"Good workout?"
"Smashing and you?" the forty five year old woman asked.
"Wonderful" the eighteen years old replied.
That was the start. Just a brief chat, but it set a pattern that developed into life-changing magnitude for both of them.
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"You ever been with an older woman?" Luke asked his colleague in the distribution office of the soft drinks bottling plant in Beckton just a few stops on the DLR from Canary Wharf.
"Yeah several why?"
"Just curious."
"Have you?"
"No, not yet I haven't." In fact Luke hadn't 'gone all the way' yet with any woman let alone an older one.
"Would you like to? They are fucking great" Danny told him.
Danny was a real player and pulled loads of girls. Luke often wished that he could get to go out with Danny, but they led different lives; Danny was from Romford in Essex and the twain just didn't meet.
"Dunno really" Luke lied for since he had been talking to Michaela, but call me Michy if you like, he had thought of little else. Every day since that first short chat, he had jacked off at least once thinking of her. He had fucked her in every position, licked her cunt until she moaned with acute pleasure and she had sucked his cock and looking right into his eyes she had swallowed his cum.
* In the first class cabin of the afternoon BA flight to New York Michaela's thoughts drifted back to the morning in the gym. She and the young guy had been exchanging pleasantries for a couple of weeks. They had started with 'you ok' and 'workout good' to more questions and chats about the gym. Then this morning when she had said she was going to have a juice he had followed her. They had sat opposite each other and talked at more length.
He had explained that he lived on the Isle of Dogs and worked at Beckton just a few miles down the Thames towards Barking.
"Never been there" she said adding. "The furthest I have been that way is City Airport.
Michaela explained that she was Danish and had moved to London with her job a year or so ago. "So I don't know my way round that well" she explained.
"I've lived in the East End all my life, probably will die here" Luke had smiled, wondering if he could get away with offering to show her round East London?
Michy was flattered at the young man's interest in her and genuinely found him interesting. In her post as Global Head of Private Wealth Management for a US based international investment bank, she rarely met 'normal' people. Since starting to chat to Luke, she had realised that more and more and had vowed to do something about.
For the past ten years she had held very senior posts in the bank, firstly as European based MDs in Copenhagen, then Frankfurt and latterly London. The last move had wrecked her marriage for her husband Erik refused to live in London so they separated. They still saw each other most months, however, when Michy popped home and did what married couples do, fuck like rabbits and then row.
She explained to Luke that she had lived in many places as her dad had been in the oil industry and she had studied in Copenhagen, Oxford and then in California where she gained her MBA.
"I never went to uni for I was going to be a pro footballer until I did my cruciate ligament when I was sixteen. My knee still swells up after a strong workout" he explained adding. "See" as he pushed his leg out from under the table. Michy looked at it and saw the swelling all round his kneecap.
