As Gordo showered, his palms against the wall and the water streaming down his back, he thought about the afternoon he just had. He was still on a high from the work function and was wanting more, but it seemed his disinterested CEO had clearly had enough and closed things down quick-smart by shutting off the alcohol supply.
As a senior HR manager, it was Gordo's idea to get the grad employees together to cement their place in the company. They were all in their 20's, having done three or more years of uni courses and 12 months of company placement.
There were a lot of people at the event and everyone seemed to be having fun in the pool or talking around the various lounges and outdoor areas. There was a good vibe and the drinks flowed all afternoon.
Gordo had organised the barbeque food and played the role of gracious host, as groups of excited young people gathered around with plates to collect their choice of burgers, sausages or non-meat alternatives before moving off to collect the sides.
Gordo was in his early fifties but looked a good deal younger. If it wasn't for the greying temples he could have passed for maybe 42 or 43. He was divorced and lived by himself in a small city apartment. He had moved there after the breakup and was enjoying the single life. He was always on the lookout for opportunities to bring women home for dinner parties with friends or in some cases straight-out sex through his dating apps. If he was honest, after some early apprehension, the freedom had been incredible.
He was happy to entertain a woman of any age if she was open to it. He loved the unbridled athleticism of sex with younger women, but had also enjoyed the sexually attuned nature and experience of older women.
At the function, with each wave of young women coming through for food and a chat, Gordo flirted ever- so-slightly, ribbing them over little things like the department they worked in or little quips like:
'Leave some room for dessert!'
As they finished their selections and started to move on, he eyed them off, and mentally picked out which one he would dearly love to eat out for his own dessert. Gordo loved being in between a woman's thighs and pleasuring her for as long as she hungered for the orgasms. He was generous like that. He would sometimes have bruises on the back of his neck where a woman's legs had been locking during a particularly intense session. He would often cum into the sheets even while his hands were busy holding chunks of his writhing partner's ass, as she locked his face into her hot cunt. The sound of his own muffled moans stayed with him long after and continued to arouse him.
There were a lot of attractive women there and he wanted to serve a lot of dessert.
Later in the afternoon, three of the ones he'd fancied most were sitting together in the shade, close to where he was cleaning up the bbq. These hotties seemed very at ease with each other. One was lying on her back, another at her shoulder, toying with her hair. Another was sitting behind them on a chair. Gordo couldn't work out if the girls were long time college friends or whether the alcohol had brought them to a state where the need for personal space had dissolved.
He turned around several times to chip into a conversation they were having about past summer jobs.
One brunette seemed genuinely attentive to what he had to say. She was squarely facing him as she was lying on the grass. Her head was propped up and her legs were up at 45 degrees. She was looking at him partly through the gap in her bare legs.
She was remarkably unaware as she casually chatted to him. She was clearly enjoying the effects of the wine. He caught glimpses of the area where her legs met her exquisite ass. She was propped up on towels and other soft items that had been left under the shade cloth. The pool nearby was still alive with splashing and laughter. She appeared not to register this and appeared to concentrate on Gordo. She nursed a drink as she spoke.
