Work Days End The Day After

Work Experience - Day's End - The Day After

Romance with Angela begins

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Readers should read Work Experience - Day's End before reading this part, and while not really necessary, reading Work Ethnic will help fill in some details about Angela. Thank you.

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Yesterday Catherine and I left off where we'd finished work for the day and then fucked before going our separate ways, with these words of Catherine's still in my mind... "You know you can do anything you want to me, any time, any where... I mean it, anything you want... any time... any where." That was yesterday.

And today was Friday.

Catherine was already at work when I arrived.

As I came into the office, I made my morning greeting of, "Good morning Compadres," in a cheerful voice.

I looked across at Catherine as the other staff replied. She didn't reply, but she did give me a beautiful, 'Good Morning' smile, and there was a sparkle in her eye that I'm not sure I'd noticed before. Ahhhh, that was a relief I thought to myself. I felt good about what had happened yesterday, but I did wonder what Catherine felt about it. But I need not have been concerned, as her smile told me all was OK.

I sat down at my desk, and started to get ready for the day's work.

Shortly after, Catherine came over to my desk and bent down over it in front of me and said "I think you dropped this yesterday."

But I was not listening. I swear her shirt had more buttons undone than usual because as I looked up, I could see right down her shirt, and what I saw stunned me. I could see both breasts hanging down. I could even see her nipples. Then it really dawned on me. She was not wearing a bra! ... Instant hard-on!

"Wha..." I croaked out. "Oh...Yeah... I wondered what happened to it."

I could see she was much amused by my reaction. She had the biggest grin on her face, as I clenched my lips and gave a barely perceptible shake of my head, trying to look angry and letting her know that her behaviour was inappropriate. But then, a second or so later, my mouth also broke into a big grin, but I was still shaking my head as she straightened up and went back to her own desk.

This little scene did not go unnoticed amongst some of the other staff as both Angela and Katie asked me if I was OK. "Yes," I replied, "I'm OK," and shot a quick look at Catherine.

I was getting into dangerous territory. I don't know about Catherine, but if Katie or Angela had found out about Catherine, the relationships I had with them, no matter how strong, might have been permanently finished. I was pretty sure about that and it was a situation I preferred did not happen, and whilst I had not intended what had happened between Catherine and I, I did have the willpower to say 'no' but chose not to.

Maybe I was just scared of committing to women, extremely attractive women, who were some twenty years younger than I was, and was subconsciously prepared to sabotage those relationships because of my doubts. I hoped not. As it was, I could have settled into a permanent relationship with either Angela or Katie, but could not decide between them. My feelings for both were strong and deep, but they were so different to each other. Catherine was really nice and I liked her a lot, but there was something missing.

But lust between us, was most definitely not. Neither was there a genuine lack of attraction to each other.

Perhaps this was a part of a deeper problem within me. Perhaps my marriages had not lasted because I was simply not a one woman man. But even if this was true, I had never been unfaithful in my committed marriages or relationships, until we both, my partner and I both knew we had no future together as a couple. And one of these marriages had lasted 16 or 17 years!

Damn! I digress so easily. And so back to work.

I found it a bit hard to concentrate today. I kept glancing at Angela, at Katie, at Catherine at various times during the morning. But one thing I could not hide. That was that my hard-on was distracting me. Thoughts, that no matter how hard I tried to suppress about last night's sex with Catherine, kept intruding. How was I going to keep my composure today! Thank God it was Friday!

And it didn't help matters that Catherine had the desk directly opposite me and as I stole glances in her direction, I could see her nipples straining against, and poking through her shirt. Damn, I wanted to squeeze those breasts, suck those nipples. And it didn't help that I suspected she knew what she was doing to me. Occasionally, when she knew I was looking she would reach behind her back, ostensibly to scratch it, but which served only to accentuate the erotic vision of not only her breast stretching the fabric tight, but that of her tip of little finger sized nipple poking through the fabric even further.

Sometimes, I really do hate being a guy. Sometimes I hate the influence that my cock has over not only my brain, but also my heart. But I guess we all have to cope with situations as best as we can.

Anyway, the morning dragged, until I heard Catherine say, "I'm going to lunch now," as she got up from her desk, took her lunch with her, and went down to the lunch-room at the end of the building.

I waited about five minutes and then I followed her to the lunch room. As I entered she was standing at the sink. I moved behind her and put my arms around her waist and pulled her back to me. Half the morning I'd had a hard-on, on and off, and there was no doubt she could feel it.

"Careful," she said. "Someone might come in."

"You're right," I said, took her hand, and whilst not the most glamorous thing to do I led her into the male toilets. We went into the cubicle, locked the door, and as I was behind her, I put my hands on her breasts and squeezed them while kissing the back of her neck. My hands then quickly moved down to her waist, undid the button and zip on her pants and pulled them down. I pressed on her shoulder with my left hand to get her to bend over, while with my right, I undid my zip and pulled out my cock. Her pussy was already wet by the time my cock head found her vaginal entrance so I was able to enter easily. This was pure lust happening and as I moved in and out faster and faster and it was only a couple of minutes later I shot my load inside her as I pulled back on her legs to get as deep as I could. She also came, and given the selfishness of my actions, her orgasm was much, much bigger than I could have expected. But still, she would have to wait a bit longer for more, as we both, cleaned ourselves up, got dressed and returned to the lunch room proper. I went first to make sure the coast was clear, and when I found it was, called her out.

"Sorry about that," I said looking a bit sheepish.

"Oh there's absolutely no need to apologise... for anything" she said smiling. "I loved it. Really loved it... and remember, I did say anything, any-time, any-where... and sometimes a girl just likes to be taken in lust, without that time consuming foreplay stuff," as she gave me a quick kiss on the lips and we both sat down to have our lunches as if nothing had happened, the only indication of the lust that had just taken place was that our flushed faces were slowly returning to their normal colour.

And none too soon, as Katie walked in to get a drink of water. I'm sure she had picked up on something as I looked up at her, smiled, and saw her look at me, then at Catherine, whose head was still down reading, then back at me. Maybe I imagined it, but I thought I saw for the tiniest split-second moment, a slight frown on the face of that beautiful blue-eyed goddess.

She finished her drink and left the room.

A short time later, Angela walked into the room. She took her lunch from the fridge, sat down at the table, started putting together her healthy sandwich, picked up a magazine from the stack that was at the side of the table and started reading it.

A short time later, Catherine put the magazine she was reading back on the stack, folded up her lunch wrap, threw it in the bin, got up from the table, and as she left, she looked and smiled at me.

When Catherine had left, Angela said to me, "Do you still like me?"

Truthfully, I said, "Oh God, yes! ...I haven't been wanting to push things because I was afraid you might think I was coming on too strong, and that that might scare you off. You are the most sensual woman I have ever met. I like you... a real... real... lot." I paused. "But I'm not sure what you really think about our age difference. That scares me a bit, 'cos you are so beautiful, so sensual, you could have anybody you want.

"And I often wonder how it would be if you wanted to go out with your friends, and then brought this old man along and told them I was your boyfriend." Another pause. "You know I want to hold you again, I want to make love to you, I want to taste you. I want you to be a part of me, and I want to be a part of you." Another pause. "I want us to be as one, and I am terrified that if we got there, you would leave because you have twenty more years of living to do before you get to my age."

"Do you really think I would have let you, asked you, to make love to me if any of those things were a worry to me?" Angela replied. "But I feel better now though, 'cos I was thinking that even though I invited it, that once you'd fucked me you wouldn't like me any more."

"God, you have no idea how much I sometimes wish no-one else was in the office, so I could just wrap myself around you, and hold you, and kiss you, and... make love to you," I stammered.

"We CAN meet outside the office you know," she said, smiling.

"Well I've just told you about my concerns and what has prevented that."

"OK... Well I have an invitation for you then. I know it's a long way for you to come, but my mom and dad are going away for the weekend. They're going tonight and won't be back until Tuesday... sooo... what about you coming over to my place tomorrow afternoon? ...and you can stay the night if you want," Angela invited.

A huge smile crossed my face as I replied, "What time do you want me?"

"I want you right now," she said as she reached across the small round table and took my hand in hers.

You wouldn't think pitch black eyes could show emotion, but let me tell you they can. Her eyes were positively sparkling and my hand felt so good inside hers. I turned my hand around so that I now had the tips of her fingers in mine. And then, damn the risk, I bent my head a little, raised her hand, and kissed, barely touching, each of her fingers in turn. I let her hand go, bent forward, and just brushed my lips against hers before straightening up. It was just as I remembered. Her lips were so soft, so yielding, so sensual.

So, in just the space of a few minutes I had gone from sheer lust to sensuality. Both have their place, but they are so different.

Things were starting to get complicated, and dangerous. I stood to lose them all... well maybe not Catherine, but she was at this stage, not my choice for a long term relationship, while the others possibly were, if I could get my head around the age difference problem that I perceived existed. Just thinking a bit further I decided who was I kidding? I would lose Catherine too. Nobody likes being cheated on. But was what I was doing, cheating?

I decided that what was happening was not cheating. Nobody had committed to anybody else. I had my doubts about the age differences, particularly between myself and Angela, and Katie. But what did they think? I now had an idea of what Angela thought, but didn't have much if any, idea of what Katie thought about her and I, if anything.

Bringing myself back to the real world, I said to Ange, "If only you knew how much I want you too." A pause, "So what time would you like me to come tomorrow?"

"I don't want to wait too long. How about four'ish? You can help me prepare dinner."

"You know, that sounds really, really good," I said with a beaming smile. What Angela had suggested did indeed sound good. "What can I bring?"

"What about some wine?"

"Do you have a preference for red, white, a particular variety?"

"No, I'll leave it up to you," she said.

"See you then," I said as I left the lunch-room and went back to my desk.

It never rains but it pours.

It was now getting to be late afternoon, when I got an email from Katie. "Are you doing anything tomorrow?" it read.

I looked up at Katie to see her looking at me. I pouted, and pushed out my lower lip. She looked disappointed as I typed,

"I'm really sorry. I am completely tied up this weekend, starting tonight. Can I have a rain check? Like maybe next weekend? xoxoxo"

and sent off the email.

I looked up at Katie, as she opened up and read the email. I saw from an initial frown, a smile come gradually across her face, as she looked at me and nodded, 'Yes,' an action that I responded to with a big smile.

The work day finished and we all left the building leaving the week's work behind us. The weekend was here!

The next morning, Saturday, I went shopping for some wine. A couple of bottles each of Merlot and Chardonnay, that I knew were nice and I hoped Angela would appreciate them. But at the last second I also bought a bottle of champagne, just in case.

I did some work around my place, and around three pm I left home for Angela's which was a good 45 minutes away. I had forgotten that traffic on the weekend was a lot lighter than going to work on a weekday, and arrived at Angela's a bit early, like half an hour! Should I go for a drive around the block? Should I go in? 'What the heck,' I thought, gathered together the champers and the table wines and went and rang the doorbell. I waited for a minute or so, before ringing the bell again. About thirty seconds later the front door opened, but I still couldn't see anything through the strong security screen door. Then the door opened just far enough to let me in with Angela standing just behind it.

After I entered, the door was quickly shut behind me, the lock latched shut, then the house door was closed and the lock snibbed shut.

What a vision greeted me! Thank God it was summer and the afternoon was quite warm.

Before me stood Angela, absolutely starkers! Not a stitch of clothing covered that beautiful Greek body. Her black eyes sparkled as she brushed her jet black hair behind her ears, and put her arms around my head and brought it down so that she could kiss me. "I'm glad you're early," she just managed to utter before she pressed her lips to mine. So soft they were as they parted slightly, so sensuous.

But I had to break away so that I could put the wine down on the floor. Then we resumed where we had left off just seconds before. I moved my lips to hers again. Through parted lips I felt her tongue move forward. Not quickly or hard. Just sensuously slowly and I moved the tip of my tongue to meet hers.

My cock started to harden big time as the kiss became more urgent. Her hands were rubbing up and down my back. Damn, what she was doing felt nice! But I was getting overheated so I had to concentrate on something else. I moved my lips away from hers, gently kissing the side of her face as I went, moving to her earlobe, gently sucking on it, then moving down to her neck where I started kissing, with just the lightest possible touch. Around her neck my lips moved, all the time slowly moving down lower and lower until they came to the start of the rise that was the top of her breasts. The quietest of moans escaped her as I kissed her breasts. I moved my mouth down so that my tongue could circle her areola which I did, on one breast then the other.

My hand moved up to her left breast as my tongue played with her right areola where now I was running it around the edges of her erect, very firm, nipple. As my hand squeezed, tugged on, and kneaded the left breast, my tongue on her other breast finally moved on to the nipple itself. Moving my tongue around the edge of the nipple and then finally moving to the tip itself, and feeling that little depression right at the tip of the nipples end elicited more quiet groans from Angela, the quietness, apart from some heavy breathing on our parts, in some weird way adding to the sensuality of the moment.

It was then she pulled away from me a little, reached down to the bottom of my polo-neck, pulled it over my head and discarded it on the floor, after which she knelt down in front of me, undid the belt buckle of my shorts, then the top button, then undid the zip, pulled down my shorts and boxers and discarded them too. All of this took only a relatively small amount of time, and now I was as naked as she was.

She took the head of my stiff cock into her mouth leaving her hand on it, but sliding it back to the base, which in turn enabled her to feed more of my cock into her mouth. As she moved her head back and forth on my now well lubricated cock, her hand followed her mouth movements along the shaft. It was all getting very testing and I could feel that she knew my sack was tightening up. She abruptly stopped, stood up, put her hand around my cock, and using it as a lead pulled me behind her, to her bedroom just down the hall.

Once inside, facing the middle of the bed, she knelt on the edge of it, with her feet just over the edge, knees spread, and her buttocks also sticking out over the edge of the bed, her thighs resting on the backs of her legs.

"Fuck me!" she exclaimed. "I've been waiting for this since that night at the office."

With the lack of patience of a teenage boy getting his first fuck, I drove my cock all the way into her pussy in one movement, soaking it, coating it, with her flooding, dripping, pussy juices.

"Not there," she said reaching behind her with both hands and parting her buttocks exposing her anus, "..Here!"

This was a first for me in that I'd done anal before but never this early in the piece when making love. So I moved back a little and with my thumb, pressed on her sphincter. To my surprise, it relaxed after only a couple of gentle presses against it, enough to allow part of my thumb to enter.

I pulled my thumb out and ran it around the edge of her pussy to cover it in some of the juices that were now copiously flowing. When it was well covered, I was able to push it back again, into her anus with comparative ease. I'd never before met anyone who was so obviously into anal so powerfully. Not only was I excited, there is something really naughty about sticking your cock into something that some people might say was not a sex organ, but I was also learning here. I was curious about how easily my cock would slide in.

Well, the answer was that it slid in pretty easily, but that did not mean she wasn't tight. She was. And how! This was a completely new situation for me. And one that I loved getting familiar with. The head of my cock slid in reasonably easily, but the sphincter tightened up on the ridge at the end of the glans. God, that felt so good!

I let it rest there for a moment before pushing in again. A bit of resistance and then the rest of my cock started sliding in, bit by bit. When I'd entered as far as I could go, when my balls were pressing up against her pussy, I paused for a minute or so, until Angela was ready.

I then started moving in and out, slowly at first, but then as she thrust back to meet me with increasing force and pressure and urgency, so my pace also increased, until we were both close to cumming. Angela had been moaning quietly for quite a few minutes now, but she was getting louder. The louder she got, the closer I got until she arched her back, lifted her head up and when I felt her body tremble I could wait no more, and emptied my load of cum inside her arse. And even after my cock reduced to its flaccid state I had to forcefully pull it out with a 'plop' sound.