The Young Colleague and the Mature Client

I stumbled upon the site by chance and I admit I was impressed by the abundance of stories, although some might be a bit far-fetched. Anyway, I thought I'd share with you an incident that changed everything for me... For the record, I'm 38 years old, have short black hair, green eyes, generally an athletic body as a former athlete, 1.87m tall and I now weigh 79 kilos (what a decline...).

On the eve of Christmas 2003, the company I work for undertook a survey and sampling of a new, branded, household product. That is, a group of individuals, for this specific product, would go to supermarkets to promote it face-to-face. The people in these groups are usually young, 19-27 at most, on a three-month contract with an option for six. The money is very good if one works methodically. My team is usually surrounded by girls who, however... either have their legs wide open and their minds elsewhere, or they are just somewhere else. When this particular task was assigned to my team, I appropriately divided the areas among the individuals and kept the most difficult neighborhoods for myself. One of the girls, whom I had personally selected, Christina (her real name), came to my office and discreetly asked to come with me.

Christina, 24 years old, with a university degree, already had a three-month contract which we had renewed for her because she was both very smart and hardworking. A dangerous combination of a woman with brains and beauty. I had singled her out from the beginning. Around 1.75m, a measly 50 kilos, breasts, small and perky (without a bra), a body toned with aerobics and the like, shapely hips, long, well-proportioned legs, and relatively short black hair. Perhaps if you saw her at night you might mistake her for a boy. Her face was an ordinary, everyday one, just enough to make you turn your head if she passed by. But what was her trademark was her expressive, almond-shaped eyes. The day I interviewed her, she had come dressed very modestly and something stirred inside me, which I quickly locked away, throwing the key into the Kifisos River. I wasn't going through the best phase of my life, at work, at home, everywhere. Working with Christina that quarter was like an intravenous dose of adrenaline. Spunky, super smart, hardworking, and of course, bitchy in exactly the right dose. Of course, only up to that point... How far behind I was...

That Tuesday in December, it was raining, the day had started off on the wrong foot from the beginning, in the first contacts we did terribly and we ended up for the day at the last Super Market, the new Sklavenitis in Kato Petralona. It was past 4 o'clock, we were frozen from talking and showing the product to the ladies, so I told Christina to take a break and close the already bad day. She accepted with a strange pleasure, but just as we were packing up, a lady with shopping approached us, around 45, well-kept, and asked us

-"So, what is this you're showing?" Oh dear... I thought. Christina, as if she read my mind, started the presentation, getting me out of the difficult position and leaving me to my thoughts. Mrs. Nota from Panagiota, as she introduced herself, a Macedonian woman with all her charms, showed particular attention to what was being said, answered the questions, and agreed to try the product first.

Finally, I'm done, I thought to myself, but my seemingly bad luck continued.

-"Kids, could you easily tell me exactly how I will use your product?" she told us politely.

-"With pleasure," Christina replied, "if you'd like us to give you a demonstration at home. We can arrange it for a day and time you tell us."

-"And why not now," says Mrs. Nota. My nerves were on edge. What does this woman want now, who, it should be noted, is very provocatively dressed to be shopping at the supermarket.

-"Of course," Christina responds, ready with an answer.

-"Very nice, come on, the house is here, two steps away."

I was ready to explode, all I wanted was to abandon them all, go back to my house and lose myself in my thoughts on the way. What to do, I volunteered to help Mrs. Nota, I took her bags while she had linked arms with Christina chatting, and we headed towards her apartment. It was raining and I was boiling. We arrived, it was very close, we went up to a penthouse apartment and sat in the large living room. Mrs. Nota, wife of a Taxiarch (Brigadier General), with three children, all of them adorned her living room with photographs.

-"He's on night duty," she told us about her husband, "as for the children, they are outside Athens because they are studying." Mrs. Nota was particularly talkative, essentially alone in everything, her husband had developed a prostate issue, neglected and married since 18 by arrangement... What does she want now and why is she bothering us, I thought. Mrs. Nota brought out wine, little appetizers with her own hands, and amidst the hedonism and the glances exchanged with Christina, she sat next to me and her hand imperceptibly touched my knee. I jumped and then came the saving shot from Christina who had approached me from behind and passed her hands in front of my stomach.

-"Stathi, my love," she whispered, "don't react, I want so much to kiss you..."

Mrs. Nota's hand became even bolder and touched the zipper of my pants while Christina was tenderly biting my ear. I was aroused on one hand and struggling with my prejudices on the other, something which Mrs. Nota, the Macedonian woman, understood. She got up from the couch, stroking my cock more intensely, and told me the line

-"My boy, the pussy is called 'Yiota' and I am Panagiota, the handsome ones didn't fuck me, let the brave ones fuck me. My Garden has been unwatered for years and I want, together with this divine girl who is lusting after you and you're playing hard to get, to drink your marrow..."

-"Yes, Stathi, my love," Christina continued. "I really want us to fuck, I've wanted it for a while now." It came out so plaintively that it had nothing vulgar about it. Mrs. Nota turned me around and for the first time I saw the fiery look in Christina's eyes. I saw it all.

-"Christina, in your eyes, if someone isn't careful and looks at you, they will surely drown..."

Christina was trembling...

-"I'm wet for you, Stathi," she whispered to me.. Mrs. Nota had pulled down my pants, had freed my cock, and without much ado, her fleshy lips began a hellish game on me, a blowjob tended to by a deprived woman as she herself was monologuing. I was standing, between two hot females, one kneeling to lick me with frenzy and the other also standing behind me caressing me everywhere. I put my own hands behind, she lifted her t-shirt and I started to caress that wonderful creature.... Christina was burning, her t-shirt came off almost by itself and she was left in her underwear, a black string and that's it...

-"I only wear it for you..." She told me I had gotten aroused and Christina urged me to satisfy Mrs. Nota. I lifted her, tossed aside her clothes any which way, pushed her onto the couch, and pulling down her panties, I found myself at a woman's organ, wet, freshly washed, fragrant, and well-groomed.

- I've been preparing for years now, my boy... Mrs. Nota said with a complaint.

Without another word, I bent down and began to lick her while Christina lowered her head to lock my lips with her hot ones. For at least five minutes, nothing could be heard except our sucking sounds. Christina's little mouth rhythmically and greedily took my member while her hands explored every inch of my body. Mrs. Nota began to come in my mouth and my little Christina pushed me to fuck her. My lust had taken off. I lifted her legs, gave her a teasing little poke, and with Mrs. Nota pulling me and Christina behind me, I found myself in a blazing vulva where my thrusts were guided by the two women.

- Ah, my lust... Mrs. Nota screamed from the pleasure and I was determined to wear her out.

- I want to make you come, I told her.

- Take it, my boy... She screamed with her voice, which had grown hoarse from the stimulation. I continued at an undiminished pace, pushing into her, and as was natural, she finished once again.

- Rest now, Mrs. Nota told me. Have strength for the little bud that is burning for you, she told me slyly.

I lowered her legs and turning, I embraced Christina. She passed her airy hands over my neck and I shivered. It was the first time in my life I had made love to a woman younger, younger even than my sister's age, who is now 34 years old. I covered her with kisses. I kissed her all over her trembling body, while the corner of my eye caught Mrs. Nota smiling. I must have licked Christina everywhere for over a quarter of an hour and the more she got aroused, the more I licked her. I bit her little ass, her back, licked her stomach, and took her nipples which had become hard like cherries.

- Come on, Stathi, don't torture me anymore... Christina cried out... I looked into her eyes and then I realized something my late grandmother had once said. The gaze of a woman in love is incomparable to the gazes of all the women in the world.

I sat on the couch, pulled her, and made her sit on top of me. She came down slowly, with her arms around my neck. She directed the movement herself.

- My baby, you have a wonderful body... I told her, and my hands ran all over her.

- And you have such a cheeky little ass... I tell her, and my fingers begin to play with her tight little hole.. Christina burst out and began to come..

- Yes...There....There...Continue...I'm coming...I'm coming, my boy... Christina opened her eyes and with passion told me...

- No one has noticed it until now... Before I could do anything, she whispers to me....

- Do you want to fuck it? I didn't hesitate.

- No, my baby, I tell her with certainty, unless you ask me to.

Christina fell on top of me and squeezed me even tighter...

- I was sure about you. Do whatever you want with me..

I laid her on the rug, lifted her legs, and placed her soles against my chest while I penetrated her. Lust had reached its peak, with Mrs. Nota licking me from behind. I began to pound Christina, sometimes resting her feet on my chest, sometimes lifting them high together, and sometimes spreading them while taking her well-groomed toes into my mouth. She had lost herself and was moaning, giving me an incredible orgasm of her own.

Mrs. Nota watched us and continued to smile.... That day we made love for five hours straight. Those two women had launched me into space, especially when Mrs. Nota brought out a vibrator where, besides flying, I ceased to be a gentleman...

The relationship with Christina lasted until April. For me, it was the most intense emotional experience I had felt in at least the last decade as a married man, potentially heading for separation.

Christina left the company and also left Greece. Having the experience of raising my little daughter, I am now officially convinced that Women, as a species on the planet, are years ahead. We men, whatever we do, will be.... One day before she left, she asked me to go out. She opened her heart to me. We were both in love, truly... She told me things you rarely hear from a woman. She was going to work abroad, parallel to her thesis. It was a graceful way to distance herself to overcome this relationship....

The next day, I took her to El. Venizelos where she, as a woman, had the last word.

- Stathi, you must get a divorce because you are unhappy. Fight for the children and I am sure you will get them. There aren't many men like you, with your gaze, who think, who act, who stand by a woman. And you know something else. I am young, I've been with quite a few, although I liked you, I believed you would be one of the bunch. But you, you first filled my mind, you won it, and then you took my body, without ever giving me the right to think I was just a quick fuck for you...

She gave me a hot kiss, soaked with her tears, and left....