4 comments/ 10998 views/ 7 favorites Holdups or Pantyhose By: blondechristine2012 An mature man's search to find out about a 25 year old. Tom slammed himself into her with long, deep and hard thrusts. He was behind her, they were both lying on their left sides, her right leg was raised a little, his arms were round her, one hand was squeezing and kneading her big, fleshy breasts and the other was rubbing her clit. He and his wife were having their weekly, if he was lucky, fuck. * He knew it was absolutely fucking ridiculous. He was aware that it could lead nowhere other than trouble and trouble on a number fronts. Also he was aware what was causing it. It was his wife's fault, but then aren't all affairs the wife's fault? After all if they dressed up in sexy lingerie to welcome their men home, offered sex every night and twice on Saturdays, went out with their husbands naked under a skimpy dress, let him fuck them in exciting places, gave him blow jobs and swallowed and let their lord and master fuck them up their bum, who would have affairs? Certainly not Tom Masters, because deep down that is how he would like Emily, his wife to act or, thought he did. But of course she didn't act like that. In fact she acted quite the opposite. During their twenty-five years of marriage she had gone from a trim size eight, with a slim but curvy figure with pert breasts and a nice, tight bum to a size twelve with udderlike breasts and hips to match. Actually, although she had 'larged up' it was all in proportion and Tom could see other men fancying her. He wished sometimes that she would take one up and let him fuck her. He knew, though, that was unlikely for she only let him fuck her on high days and holidays. And that was the crux of the matter, the problem, the issue between them and the reason why he fantasised almost continuously about fucking a member of his staff, who at twenty-five was young enough to be his daughter. * Katy had joined the prestige car dealership where Tom was the boss. She came into the group as a graduate trainee two or three years ago. Being moved round the group by the training programme, she worked for a number of both volume and prestige car dealers as she learned about the business and was taught how to sell, at which she was a natural. She did so well that the usual two year training programme was cut back to just over one year when she was appointed as a Sales Executive selling Fords. Again she did extremely well in both sales volume and customer satisfaction so that after less than two years she applied and was appointed to her current position as Sales Executive on the group's flagship BMW dealership that Tom managed. Clearly a star in the making Katy was added to the group's fast track programme that catered for the performers with the greatest potential; they were the managers of the near future. Part of that programme was working with the dealership managers. Hence, she and Tom worked closely together. Katy was twenty-five and had moved to London from her family home in Gloucestershire a few months after completing her degree in English at Nottingham, a highly rated university in the midlands. She had lived with her boy-friend Jack a marine biologist and a fully paid up nerd, for two years until they recently broke up. Now she was looking for a new start as so far other than study and having sex with Jack, she felt she had done little in life. London and the motor trade gave her the opportunity to remedy that. Life in London had been so different to that in Gloucestershire or Nottingham. A girl-friend had managed to find her a place in a house in Camden Town that she shared with four other girls and three or four boys. They were all grads in their twenties and held well-paid jobs so it was almost permanently party time although a house rule was no flings between house mates. Though, in the main they all adhered to that most of them had the odd grope or fuck at one time or another. Katy was amazed at the sheer number of bars, clubs and restaurants there were within a mile or so radius of their house in Camden Town and even more so when she traipsed round central London with her house mates. The entire youthful attitude was live for today, go for it, just do it, if it feels right then it is right and if you want it grab it. It was very much a now society and one where self-gratification was demanded and needed almost instantly. Before going up to uni, Katy had sex with just one older boy of twenty-eight, who had relieved her of the dubious benefit of being a virgin and one other, another guy in his mid-twenties. She had no idea why, but boys her own age held little appeal for her. During the first two years of university life she went with three more guys, before meeting her nerd to whom she was faithful. Since arriving in London she had captured three more scalps so she now felt experienced and was comfortable having sex with a virtual stranger. Tom was effectively faithful to Emily. Well that is up to a point. As with many men who travel, as he did throughout Europe visiting other dealers to get ideas and to visit the BMW and Audi Head Offices in Germany with the occasional trip to America, he felt that having sex when away on a business trip was not really being unfaithful. Hence, for most of their marriage he had fucked around when the opportunities presented themselves on his travels. He managed his fair share of airline stewardesses, waitresses in hotel restaurants and, of course, the occasional lonely businesswomen also on their travels and presumably applying a similar logic to men on being faithful or, not as the case may be. In the UK, he didn't go on the pull. He didn't have bits on the side and although he had opportunities he didn't take them up at his golf club, at work or with potential female suppliers who quite brazenly offered themselves as contract inducements. So by his standards, he was faithful when in the UK. Ok when entertaining clients he was 'forced' to take them to lap dancing and sex clubs and it was de rigeur for him to lay on 'good time girls' at company events. And of course he had to do his part and join in, after all it was all part of the game of being in the motor trade. * It was the usual process. Laying naked on his front, legs slightly parted with the masseuse doing his shoulders and back first. All pretty straightforward. After the normally pretty cursory massaging of his calf muscles and sometimes his feet, the massage would get more interesting as the girl, nowadays pretty much always an Eastern European, started on the insides of his upper legs. Tom had started using massage parlours a few years ago and overall, if a guy was going to pay for sex, then he reckoned they were hard to beat, especially if you could find an enthusiastic girl who actually stayed at the place for any length of time. Masseuses seemed to be very transient; Petra was new at the place where he was now a regular. She had reached the part where she got him hard; he knew the procedure well now. He knew that gradually she would go nearer and nearer his balls and bum until, almost as if by accident her fingers would graze against his scrotum. They would move away quickly as she gauged his reaction and then if that was positive, as it always was with Tom they would return and linger. That's exactly what happened and he grunted as her fingernail scratched lightly at his perineum. She obviously saw that for she repeated it before slipping her finger upwards and sliding it slowly along the crease in his arse. That did arouse him and again he grunted, but this time he also raised his left knee a little thus, giving his rapidly growing erection the room it needed. Smiling as she saw all the signs, Petra slid her hand under his body, cupped his balls then slid them along his pleasingly rigid cock and stroked it. With his eyes tightly closed, Tom imagined that it was his young graduate trainee Katy who was holding his cock and he pushed back as he started to fuck her hand. Petra was too experienced for that and did not want this to end too soon as she could see the chance of a nice pay day here. "I think we should turn you over don't you Tom?" She asked removing her hand. Tom loved this moment as it played to his exhibitionist tendencies. Rolling onto his back he looked into her eyes as she saw his fully swollen dick. "Mmmmm nice Tom," she said running her beautifully manicured fingernails along it. "And what shall we do with it today?" She went on looking into his eyes. Reaching away from the table he slid his hand up her short white tunic and onto her bum; she was wearing silk or at least satin panties. "Sex Petra, full sex. Do you do that?" "Not usually Tom, but as you seem so pleased to see me," she said smiling and gripping his erection. "I will make an exception." "How much?" "For oral both ways and full sex two hundred," she said more hopefully than expectantly. Tom was thinking so much of fucking Katy that he merely nodded and said. "Hand me my trousers." As he removed his wallet he thought about it a bit more. "Tell you what just let's mess around and see what happens." "What do you mean?" She asked feeling a little disappointed. "I'll give you one twenty and you let me play with you and then if we go all the way I give you the rest." "You might want hand relief?" "Yes." "Ok sounds good to me," Petra said as Tom reached up and undid the buttons on her tunic. * Katy had seen the way that Tom looked at her. But then pretty girls with an open attitude towards sex are used to being looked at in that way. The way that says the man is keen that he is up for it, that he fancies her and that if she shows a green light he would follow it up. Although she had been with several 'older men,' none had been old enough to be her father as Tom was. Could she do that? What would he be like, what would his skin feel like? She had heard girls say how wonderful older men were, how their experience made for fantastic sex, how they were so patient and as interested in making sure their partner had a great time as they were looking after their own pleasure. She had also heard girls say, though, how they could only cum once, how they felt different and how it was almost obscene fucking someone as old as your father. At the time she had a boy-friend who she had met in a bar and they had a healthy sex life. He had his own small flat so they had the location and the opportunity and they took full advantage of it; Katy was beginning to realise that not only did she have a high sex drive, but also that as she got older, she loved sex more and more. She had never been hit on by someone of Tom's age. Hit on was a bit strong for he did nothing overt and certainly made no obvious play for her. But she noted his stares, how he held her gaze a little longer than necessary, stood or sat closer than needed and how he seemed to find the need to be with her more often than the other sales people. A couple of the other girls, the marketing researcher and the CRM, the nerdy ones with glasses, no tits and plain looks, smiled and made remarks about it, but she ignored them. She liked his attention, she enjoyed being with him and she relished the opportunity of getting on. Since coming to London and joining the group, not only had she found a sex drive and a need for sex that she did not know she possessed, but also she found an ambition to get on in business. Yes, she realised, she wanted power and sexual satisfaction. It was the same evening that Tom was at the massage parlour with Petra when Clark, her boy-friend was about to fuck her. It was that evening when Tom undid Petra's top and got her nice full tits out that Clark undid Katy's bra and eased it off her respectable, beautifully pert, but quite small B cups. As Tom, laying on the massage table sucked the masseuse's nipples so Clark licked all over Katy's tits, just as she liked it. And just as Tom's hand fiddled its way between Petra's legs and found and then slid into the warm wetness of her welcoming cunt so Clark's tongue licked the length of Katy's streaming pussy. Clark hadn't bothered to make his bed that morning so he and Katy lay on the narrow, unmade divan. Their mouths clasped together, he rolled on top of her and handed her the condom. She slid it onto his rigid cock and opened her legs invitingly. He slid between them and as he had asked her to do recently she wrapped them round his waist. She felt the head of it press enquiringly against her slit. She pushed back at the same time as he thrust forward and his bloated cock soared up her cunt and deep inside her. "You want to fuck me?" Petra asked as she stroked Tom's really nice cock. "No." "What you want then?" "I want to cum on your tits, I'll pay you as if it was a fuck." Petra liked that and leaning forward she took his cock into her mouth. She was good and took Tom part way to where he wanted to be. Naked now, she got onto the narrow table and laid beside him his cock in her hand his fingers up her cunt. "Move up a bit," she said taking his dick out of her mouth and starting to wank it. He hovered over her nice, big boobs, one hand rubbing her pussy the other squeezing her tits. "Cum on them Tom, cum on Petra's tits," she muttered as he started to cum. And just as Clark fucked Katy so Petra rubbed Tom and they came at about the same time. Clark into the condom inside Katy and Tom all over the masseuse's tits with both of them imagining their sex partner to be their work colleague. * It was hard for Tom to focus on the one to one meeting he was having with Katy. He had these reviews with each of his direct reports on a monthly basis and usually he coped well. Today, though, Katy was wearing a lowish top and as she moved or leaned forward so he saw the tops of her tits. By itself that was nothing special for the dress code at the dealership was quite relaxed as long as they all looked smart and in keeping with the BMW brand. It was just that as he saw the interestingly tanned flesh of the tops of her breasts he could not stop thinking about yesterday evening when he had cum on Petra's full boobs. As he took surreptitious glances at Katy's modest breasts he felt that he saw the globules of his spunk on them and fuck it, he felt his cock stirring. Katy was having similar thoughts for as she had wrapped her legs round Clark's scrawny back and as he had thrust his condom covered cock deep inside her, surprisingly, a little alarmingly and totally unexpectedly her boss's face, Tom's was in her mind. They, and particularly Katy, had thought about that and worried about it overnight and through the next morning. In both of their minds it became more significant as the time of their one to one drew nearer. By three, when she went into his office, both were het up and highly nervous. She was in his office on the low, six-seater, black leather sofa that the head office had recently delivered. In her, probably a little, too tight, just above the knee dark blue skirt, she was sitting as demurely as she could, but was aware of the amount of nylon covered leg she was showing; at least six inches above the knee. As she sat on the low couch in his office wearing the white, sleeveless top; she had removed her suit jacket, Tom did not see just her gorgeous legs. He saw her naked kneeling beside him holding his swollen cock, just as Petra had been. Like most women, Katy's imagination and recall was not that vivid. She did not remember the detail of being fucked by Clark, but she did fantasise about having her long, slender legs wrapped Tom as he fucked hard, long and very expertly. The meeting was a review of her customer satisfaction results, which were excellent. Looking at her legs and the bulge of her pert tits in the thin top Tom was not surprised that she had good ratings, particularly from the male customers, which to be fair made up over eighty per cent of the dealership's customers. Katy had her lap top and open brief case on the settee beside her and when Tom asked her a question about the previous quarter's sales she had to reach across her laptop and fumble in her brief case. That required her lean to her left, which caused her skirt to slide up even more and Tom was excited to see the thicker material at the top of what were almost certainly tights. That said, seeing her legs so far up her skirt was a big thrill for him. Time moved on. Katy and Tom continued working together, closer if anything. Although both of them felt the atmosphere between them, neither had the pluck or the will to do anything about it. There was too much at stake and if it went wrong, each had too much to lose; Tom maybe his marriage and Katy possibly her job. Several times one or the other, usually Tom came close to making a move or broaching the subject, but always he pulled back. That was in real life, work life their life together, but not when he was alone. Not when he was in a hotel room, not when he was naked watching porn on his laptop. His favourite porn stuff was an older woman and a younger one with one seducing the other. Unfortunately, most of the videos he looked at were unsatisfying; the sex was generally rushed and often a younger woman would go from being worried about the older woman kissing her to licking her pussy within five minutes. Although unsatisfying they were hard on inducing and then naked, often with hand lotion or baby oil smeared aver his cock, balls and thighs, Tom would fuck Katy. Usually it was straightforward, but now and then it was how he had started having sex with Petra, deep anal. Throughout her teens, Katy had not been a frequent masturbator and did it nowhere near as often as her friends did, or so they said! Unusually, she thought, as she became a woman and eased her way through her early twenties so the frequency of her need to relieve herself increased and recently she did it at least daily. It was not always, but often was with Tom in mind even though in the last year or so women had featured more and more in her fantasies. She knew that she was tremendously bi curious and was aware that given the right circumstances she could well go further than the furtive kisses at uni and the groping with other girls when dirty dancing at night clubs. Each day, Tom could hardly wait to get to the dealership to be close to Katy. To see her in her tight, pencil skirts that were demurely, as company policy stated, just above the knee, was a massive turn on for him. The company employee handbook could stipulate the length of skirts, but not their or trousers tightness across a woman's bottom. And Katy along with the five other female sales executives took that to the limit. They knew full well that it helped sales and that increased their commissions. They knew that a guy seeing a nice, rounded arse, obviously bare under the thin material of the skirt or trousers would be aroused, so they flaunted it and flashed their cheeks at their customers. Tom knew that it went on, it always had and he did not mind for in addition to the additional sales that went towards achieving his targets he got to look at them. He got to look at all of them, but particularly Katy's. She had a fantastic arse that Tom had not only fantasised about kissing and licking, but also about pulling the two cheeks apart, sliding his tongue along the crease and pushing the tip into her rosebud. Of course his mind had gone further as the intensity of his fantasy affair with her had increased. One evening when he was a little drunk he had spanked it and that had been new thing for him and then of course after Petra had invited him, at two hundred a pop, to fuck her arse, he had Katy up there several times. Katy and the other girls knew exactly what they were doing both with the customers and with their colleagues. Most of them were after the male sales execs of around their own ages, although it was not unknown for them to go with customers, both single and married, but Katy was aiming higher. She wanted to get on, she was desperate to become a sales manager and knew that she would 'do anything' to get the chance. It was rumoured that Tom would be promoted shortly and would then have a group of dealers reporting to him. So now, not only was she fantasising about having sex with a man old enough to be her father, but also with someone who could further her career. Holdups or Pantyhose She never really thought that they would have sex together. There was the age thing, the company frowned on affairs, it would obviously go wrong and that would be messy and of course if Tom's fat cow of a wife found out then all hell would break loose and she could find herself named in a divorce and probably fired. It was more a mind thing to Katy, well her body did come into it when she masturbated and thought of Tom, but she did not consider having a fling with him as a viable proposition. As indeed, she thought, he probably did not with her. But she had seen the way he looked at her, how he spent more time with her than the others and how, on several occasions it was as though he was going to say something, only to draw back at the last moment. So she played up to him and the situation. She was particularly nice to him, she stood perhaps a little closer than she needed, she held his gaze longer and did nothing to stop him when he put his hand on her arm, shoulder or wrist. And she dressed with Tom in mind. Very tight skirts and trousers and low cut tops were her normal wear. Almost all the time she wore thongs so that there was no unsightly bumps on her rounded cheeks and recently she, along with the other female sales execs, apart from Sally, of course, who weighed a ton, had taken to wearing hold ups; they avoided the unsightly seam that runs along the back of a pair of tights. Occasionally she would not wear a bra and twice she had caught him looking at the slight outline of her nipples and down the front of her top. When they were together for one to one meetings or for training or coaching, she was aware of the atmosphere and did nothing to dampen it down, but wondered if he felt it as well. She need not have wondered as Tom felt it a great deal. He could hardly think of anything other than having sex with her. He was becoming obsessed by her and her body that more and more she seemed to flaunt at him, although he doubted that was really the case, but was more in his imagination. Several times he came near to asking her for a drink or dinner, but stopped himself just in time to prevent making a fool of himself, as he thought of it. He was frightened of both, as he saw it, the certain rejection and the fact that he would become a laughing stock in the dealership if she then told her mates. * "You're here late Katy," he said one Monday evening, which was usually an early night for the dealership as he walked past her desk on his evening inspection of the building and car park. "Yes I have Kevin Stevens and his wife coming in to collect his new car.! "Oh yes, well done on getting him to upgrade so much and is that not your hundredth sale of the year?" He asked having read it earlier today. "Oh thanks Tom and yes it is and I still have three months to go." "Well that calls for a celebration, I'll buy you a quick one at the pub," he said." "The Stevens are just arriving so I should be there in half an hour or so." Tom was a little surprised that there was no one from the dealership in the local that they used regularly, but then remembered that it was Monday, the night they rarely used the pub. As he bought himself a beer he realised suddenly that he and Katy would be alone. Alone and together in a pub, in a social situation was something that had not happened to them before. That excited him. Was this his chance, he wondered? Would she realise the significance? Katy rushed the handover to the Stevens. That was something she rarely did, which was why she was one of the top performers in the dealership, but this evening with the prospect of meeting Tom in the pub she broke her own rules. As it happened the Stevens were going out so they did not mind and within twenty minutes, Katy was walking into the pub. Tom saw her immediately the door opened. Standing up, he felt his heart pounding and his pulses racing as she walked towards him smiling. "Did it go ok?" He asked putting his hand on her shoulder and giving her a peck on the cheek, which was a gesture the staff in the dealership often did when outside the dealership so there was nothing unusual in that. That said, it felt different to both of them. Tom bought her a glass of wine and nodding and saying hello to a few regulars they sat at a table near a window. Although they had been in the pub many times, it was so different being in it with no other colleagues around. Tom suddenly felt nervous. He also felt expectant and aroused, but this latter feeling was not unusual when he was around Katy. She was having similar feelings and thus, the conversation was rather stilted. It revolved around the Stevens, the cars they had bought and general company gossip and went nowhere near where he definitely and Katy, probably, but she wasn't sure, wanted it to go. Tom knew that he might not get a better chance to go for it with her than now and that made him even more nervous. As they chatted and he cast surreptitious glances at her perky breasts under the white, short sleeved blouse and at her long legs poking out from the tight, dark blue skirt, he couldn't help mentally undressing her and wondering, hopefully whether she was wearing holdups rather than tights. At the same time he was frantically trying to think of a way to ask her. But ask her what? He could hardly say that he wanted to fuck her, so how the hell could he phrase it? Asking her for a drink was daft as they were having one. He needed to get the situation on to a more intimate basis, but how was the problem? Then he hit on it and after plucking up his courage he rather clumsily said. "I'm at a bit of a loose end tonight, my wife's in Portugal playing golf. If you have not got anything on, would you fancy dinner?" Katy was surprised, but pleased and excited although she had no idea whether it was 'just' dinner or whether it was a date. "Er yes, sure," she mumbled wondering how she would find out. "That would be great." "Anywhere particular you fancy?" "Not fussed really." Rather than the pub nearby that did meals that the dealership staff usually frequented, Tom suggested an Italian that was a few miles down the road. He suggested that as obviously he was known in the pub and there would be less chance of seeing anyone who knew him in the Italian. They were soon in there having taken just Tom's car as they both lived in the opposite direction to the restaurant. Even as Tom drove, the thought of spending a couple of hours more alone with her excited him and he could feel his dick throbbing. He knew that he would be erect by the time they got to the restaurant and just hoped against hope that he could hide it. At the same time he was hoping that they would see nobody he knew in the restaurant as that might get back to Emily and that would be hard to explain. Katy sat alongside her boss in his upscale SUV and glancing at his profile as he drove, she wondered whether he was interested in her as anything more than an employee. She also wondered whether she was interested in him as anything more than a boss, which was something she had wondered more and more recently. Looking at him now and thinking of being with him most of the evening she was reaching the conclusion that she probably was becoming interested in him as a man and, she hardly dared think, a potential lover as well. But could that really happen she asked herself as they walked into the restaurant? Tom without thinking slid his arm round her waist to usher her through the door and loved the feel of his hand touching gently on the swell of her hip. Katy was surprised to feel his hand there and was even more surprised at how nice it felt; it was like getting a small electric shock. The meal went well overall. Despite the conversation being slightly stilted and with neither of them drinking alcohol, for their company forbad any level of drinking and driving, it did flow reasonably smoothly. Not to the extent, of course and unfortunately they both felt deep down, to where they could open up and tell the other what they felt, but it was open and friendly and slightly intimate. He told her that he had problems at home, although he played them down and did not mention the lack of sex and she said that she did not have and didn't really want a permanent boy-friend. "I think I am too ambitious to hold down a boy-friend," she told him sipping her San Pellegrino. "How do you mean?" She glanced at her watch that Tom saw was a Cartier and wondered whether it was real or a rip off from Dubai or somewhere in the Middle East. "Well look it's just after nine and here I am with my boss still working." "Hardly working Katy." Looking him right in the eye and putting her head to one side she asked. "Well what are we doing then, Tom?" 'Oh fuck,' he thought realising he was digging a hole for himself. Gulping he muttered. "Er, just two business colleagues having dinner, I suppose." "Suppose Tom," she asked sounding far more confident that she felt? "Business colleagues?" "Yes," he mumbled. "Isn't that right?" Smiling and now looking more confident than she felt she said. "Yes Tom, I suppose it is. "Two business colleagues having dinner, an everyday occurrence I guess." "I wish that it was," he said realising that he was moving onto dangerous ground. Their eyes met and locked for a few moments that to both of them felt like ages. In no more than a whisper Katy said. "Do you Tom, do you really?" It was all she could do to get the words out for she felt so nervous. Katy had always been a ballsy, confident and outgoing girl and young woman. It was those characteristics that after university had drawn her towards a career in sales and were the main reasons that she was one of the highest performing sales execs in the group of twenty-five dealers. The obverse of this was that she could be rather intimidating and thus, she found it hard to find and even more difficult to keep a suitable boy-friend. In part it was her assurance, confidence and the sheer gravitas that she portrayed that always made going with older guys a more attractive proposition to her. And it was those very features of her personality that as she sat across the dinner table from her boss that made him more and more attractive to her. Tom didn't know what to say. Was this a come on, an invitation or an opening for him? Or was that just his imagination? Was she asking whether he wished it was an everyday occurrence with any staff member or just with her. "Well it would depend who it was with of course," he replied leaning forward. "Yes I suppose that could be a concern," Katy said wondering just where this was leading but becoming more confident that Tom was interested in her. "But then in your position Tom, you can pick and choose can't you?" "Well yes, but I could not show favouritism could I?" "No I suppose not." "But then maybe I could do it in secret." "What clandestine?" She giggled. "Undercover perhaps." Looking seriously at him she said. "What so no one knows?" "Yes Katy, just us will know." He wasn't sure if he had made himself clear and neither was quite sure what, if anything, had been agreed. "Are you saying what I think you are?" She asked her heart pounding and her pulses racing. He was now so far into the mire and knew there was no way out. There was no way she could have mistaken what he was suggesting, but of course she was indicating that he had not been clear. Taking a deep breath he said softly. "Yes Katy, I think I probably am." "Just us will know." "Exactly, just us, it has to be like that for obvious reasons." "Yes I appreciate that," she replied. Katy had been with two married men. One was just a few shags as she worked for a company during her holiday from uni, but the other had been a full-blown affair that lasted about six months, so she knew the rules of the mistress game. Glancing at the people on the next table that were far too close for private conversations, let alone intimate ones, Tom said. "We need to talk," adding after a short pause. "I think, don't you Katy?" Katy had been sitting looking down at the table avoiding eye contact with him. She was excited yet at the same time concerned, confused and expectant. 'Was he saying that he wants to see me often or am I getting the wrong end of the stick she asked herself?' It was almost impossible to ask the question she needed to pose, which was 'are you saying you want to have an affair?' Looking up she held his gaze as she said softly. "Yes Tom I think we do." "Let's get out of here," he said in a near whisper smiling as he added. "Some tables have ears!" Tom called the waiter and paid in cash for he could not use the company credit card and sometimes Emily settled the household bills and she would nag on about who he was out with when she was away. Already, he realised the cheating and cunning behaviour associated with an affair was starting to happen. Outside in the dark car park Tom, without thinking put his arm round Katy's shoulders. He was excited to feel her letting her body go and press against his and he tightened his grip on her. It felt so warm and comforting to the young woman to have the older man holding her and she thrilled to the sensations of both his touch and the way it was arousing and pleasing her. Although nothing overt had been said or done, they both knew that they had crossed a divide and pushed out their boundaries; deep down, they both knew that they would now have sex. Immediately they were in the BMW X5 they turned towards each other, leaned forward and the tops of their bodies fell into the other's arms and they kissed. It was a strong kiss, an urgent and demanding one. It was a kiss that was conditioned by the pent up desire each of them had experienced over the past few weeks and months. It was a lip grinding, open mouthed, tongue probing sort of kiss. The sort of kiss that demands more, lots more. And both Katy and Tom knew that they wanted more. Without thinking or planning his hand found her small, pert breast and he cupped and squeezed it. And with at least an equal lack of thinking or planning, Katy pushed back against his hand telling him clearly that it was very welcome as indeed it was for it felt lovely. Her resistance, if there had been any, had vanished, her inhibitions had slipped away and her need to satisfy the sexual hunger that Tom created in her was reaching new heights. "Oh my god," she groaned writhing her chest against his hand. "Oh yes Katy, yes," Tom groaned back so pleased and relieved that his lust for her seemed to, at least being matched. They kissed again. This time without thinking about it he pulled her blouse out from her skirt and slid his hand inside it to cup her breasts outside the thin cups of her bra. At the same time she fumbled some buttons undone on his crisp, white business shirt; he had earlier removed his tie and suit jacket. Sliding her hand inside she fiddled her fingers into the covering hair on his chest. As she did that she so easily and excitedly imagined her nipples rubbing against the crinkly matt of hairs. "I have wanted to do this for such a long Katy," Tom breathed into her ear through her blonde hair that tumbled down onto her shoulders. "So have I Tom, so have I," she groaned back grinding her mouth against his as she tried to eke out every last sensation from his lips and tongue. At the same time her breasts and nipples were receiving Tom's enquiring hands and fingers and were revelling in the sensations that were flooding through her. Tom was pressing all of the right buttons with her and was sending her sex drive into a massive overdrive. Her entire body felt aflame with passion and sexual arousal as the need for sex with him started consuming her. One of his hands slid down her back and cupped the delicious curves of her pert bum. He squeezed it and slipped his hand between her bottom and the leather seat so that she was sitting on his hand. He fumbled his other hand inside the delicate material of her bra and finding her beautifully hardened nipple he pinched it. The sensation was so strong and intense that Katy's entire body shuddered and a low grunt came out of her mouth. Involuntarily she slid her hand across the centre console right onto Tom's upper thigh. Her touch shocked him, not that it was unwelcome, merely unexpected and being on the sensitive inside of his thigh and that he was wearing very thin wool trousers made the sensation even more acute and arousing. Recently, Katy had become a lot more forward with her lovemaking. Until a couple of years ago she rarely initiated or did anything that was particularly sexually overt. That had changed a few years ago and since then she had seduced two guys and when with a new man she made her needs and wants quite obvious. She knew that her forwardness and her overall attitude towards sex that was more like that of a guy than a woman could put men off and was at least a contributing reason as to why she rarely kept a boy-friend for long, but she could not and did not want to change or do anything about it. So when she felt the intensity of Tom's kiss increase and heard a low grunt slip out from his lips as she stroked his thigh, she knew exactly what she was going to do. Slowly and carefully so that the tension built up for both of them she edged her hand upwards. 'Oh fuck yes,' he said to himself. 'She's going for my cock.' Thinking how different the young were now to in his day. He kissed her with even more intensity and scooped her breast out from the protective covering of her bra. Squeezing the pert tit he bent his head and sucked the rubbery protuberance into his mouth. That was all the additional arousal Katy needed to go for it. With no more hesitation she slid her hand up the final few inches of Tom's leg, cupped his bulge in her small hand and squeezed gently. "Oh yes, oh my god yes Katy," he groaned past her nipple that was in his mouth. She rubbed him slowly extricating his erection from the confines of his underpants and the tail of his shirt until it reared straight and proud up his flat stomach. Wrapping her fingers round it outside his trousers she muttered. "Nice?" "Mmm yes, yes, is it for you?" Tom asked moving his mouth to her other nipple, bringing his hand from behind her and placing it on her knee realising hopefully that he was about to find out whether she was wearing tights or holdups. "It is Tom yes. It's great," she groaned as she felt his hand sliding up her leg. Something triggered in her. Something snapped and brought her back to reality. She grabbed his hand and said. "No stop." "Sorry Katy, that was unthinking I am sorry I should not have done that," he said moving his face from her breasts. "No Tom not here, we can't it's too public." "What then, what shall we do?" "Take me somewhere Tom, take me somewhere private." They both sat up. "I'm afraid my daughter is at my house," he said glumly. "And my flat mate will be in." "A hotel perhaps?" "A bit late to check in and I can't stay overnight." "Bollocks what then?" Looking him in the eye, smiling and squeezing his erection through his trousers, Katy said with a smile. "Well I have always found that sofa in your office very comfortable." Tom knew that the security company would have finished their early check on the dealership and that after that they would not enter the building unless there were signs of forced entry. Several times particularly around the budget setting season he had worked in the dealership most of the night and had not been disturbed, so he assumed that it was pretty safe. "Come on then," he said starting the X5 as Katy adjusted her clothing and put her breasts back into her bra. They chatted on the twenty-minute or so trip telling each other how they had wanted to do this for ages and at how relieved they were that the other had wanted to as well. Leaning across the central console, Katy put her hands back on his leg and he reached out and cupped her breasts. Holdups or Pantyhose "I have so wanted you Tom, really," she whispered sitting up and nearly kneeling as she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Looking across he saw that her skirt had ridden up and his question was answered, she was wearing holdups.