The Older woman

She was a redhead, short hair, maybe chin length. A small petite figure that screamed for attention. We were in the back of the restaurant, in the manager's office (her office as it turned out). Her hands were in my hair as my head sank down to her breasts, my tongue snaking out and capturing her upturned nipple, rolling around it. I heard a soft sigh escape her lips and moved my warm tongue across to her other breast, her arms guiding my head. As my tongue flicked up and down, my hands busily unzipped her jeans and peeled them downward, pulling her pink(!) thong with them. She sat on the desk as they reach her knees, scooting out of her shoes. I knelt before her on the desk after I pulled the jeans off, my tongue reaching for her clit. I felt her hand brace her on the desk nearby as she moaned softly at the first touch. I quickly made the motions faster, but light, dancing on her flesh. Her fingers idly scratch my scalp, I hooked a hand under her leg to cradle her small breast, squeezing it softly as I continued my dedicated work. I looked up to see her biting her lip, trying to keep quiet. I smiled against her as I stood up between her legs, unbuckling my belt. She quickly worked to assist in freeing me. I held my hot erection between her legs, rubbing her with it, getting it wet. Then I found that soft spot, and pressed hard...I quickly sank into her, hearing her breath catch as she bit my shoulder, trying to keep quiet. I paused of a minute, until her legs began imploring me to move. I started working harder and harder, I could feel her straining to keep me inside, stretched taut around me, the quaking beginning somewhere deep in her body...

I blinked, and the light was green. I pressed down the gas, and resumed my journey through the world I regrettably describe as real.