The Young Intern's Big Break

Dean was a bright kid who excelled at anything he put his mind to. He was good looking, standing 6'1", a good build, with dark sexy eyes. Despite his looks, he never felt like he got anything he didn't deserve. He could be quite charming when he wanted, but still felt hard work and determination was the only sure way to success. To anyone who knew him, it came as no surprise that with very little formal education, he was able to go from the mail room at one of the city's top law firms, to paid intern, in just 2 months. He had no problem starting at the bottom of the totem pole, but by impressing every boss and supervisor he had, was able to work his way up to what many would consider a great start to a blossoming career.

He had only been an intern for a few weeks, and he was already feeling the workload overtake him. He had long stressful days, but with his usual attitude he took it all in stride and plowed through. Part of Dean's success was his ability to make friends at his office, while never being phony or resorting to kissing ass. When dealing with people or riding the elevator he could always come up with something to say, or find a sincere interest in the other person. This did not go unnoticed to some of the bosses, including Mr. Foster, one of the senior partners. 

At 58 Mr. Albert Foster had been with the firm for roughly 20 years, and although he knew he was, at times, disliked and even feared at the firm, he considered himself a friendly and amiable boss. He worked very little with Dean, shared a few encounters with him, non-work related, but still developed a certain liking for him. If pressed he might say that it was the fact that Dean, unlike many of the interns, assistants, paralegals, lawyers, and partners, was not bread to be a lawyer from the age of 7. He might even throw around the cliché, "That kid is going places."

Dean had a regular social life, however more and more he found himself working late at the office. Once again, on Thursday night, Dean found himself, at a quarter past 7, with a few other interns, paralegals, and legal assistants, all gathered in the conference room working on a project. Most of the group were under 30, and were itching to get out to the bars and enjoy a few drinks before heading home. One by one the paralegal's left, claiming they "needed sleep" or that "they don't pay me enough for this". Taking cues from the paralegals, most of the assistants left, and then the interns. Eventually the only ones left were Dean and one assistant.

For some reason or another, many legal assistants were attractive young women. Dean thought about it,

"Maybe it's just the hot business suits?"

Whatever it was it didn't matter because this assistant was not one of them. She was nice enough, and valiantly, Dean thought, trying hard to stick it out and not to leave Dean with too much work; however he could tell she was exhausted. Knowing he could get more done alone, he said,

"Why don't you head home, I can handle the rest."

"Are you sure?" she asked, which Dean knew was just a courtesy as she had already begun packing her things to head out.

"Ok then, thanks, have a good night." she said as she raced out the door.

Dean didn't mind much, knowing he could still get everything done in time to get home, order a pizza, and pass out in front of the TV.

At a little passed 8 the elevators dinged open and Mr. Foster, wearing one of his smarter suits, headed into the office. He entered his office, grabbed his cell phone that he had left earlier, turned and headed back to the elevators. Halfway to the lobby he heard the copier machine buzzing along. Now it wasn't that uncommon for some of the assistants and paralegals to be working late nights at the firm, but again, fancying himself an everyman, Mr. Foster sauntered over to the copy room.

"Oh, Dean, working late?" he asked, finding the boy standing over the copy machine, with his jacket off, sleeves rolled up, and tie a little undone.

Startled a bit, Dean's head snapped to look at the sudden voice in the doorway.

"Oh Mr. Foster, you scared Me." grabbed some pages from the copier and stapling. "Yeah, another late night."

"I remember those." Mr. Foster replied, thinking on the days when he was a young paralegal.

"What are you doing here so late?" Dean asked him, knowing that Mr. Foster hasn't been known to keep late hours for a few years now.

"Oh, had to pop back in, forgot my phone." he replied, having the phone in his hand. "How's it coming along?" he asked back.

"Not bad, I should be done in a few minutes actually." said Dean, organizing some files.

"Great. Say have you had a chance to eat yet?" Mr. Foster asked the young man.

"No, why?" Dean responded, a little unsure of what the boss was getting at.

"Want to come to dinner. I got reservations at Trattoria Salvatori, I'm headed there now." the boss answered.

Dean felt a bit uncomfortable, this being his boss, actually his boss's boss. He also knew turning it down would not look good, and that any employee at the firm would die for an invite.

"Ummm, sure, just let me put this stuff away and I'll grab my jacket." he said.

"Great, did you drive; do you need to follow me?" Mr. Foster inquired.

"Uhh no, I take the subway." he replied, without any trace of embarrassment.

"Ok, then you'll come with me." he said, smiling at the young man.

Mr. Foster waited in the office lobby as Dean hurried to grab his suit jacket, and organize his work. As he rushed, so has not to keep the boss waiting, he couldn't help but feel a bit odd, but then decided this was a great opportunity, and if nothing less a free dinner. As they entered the elevator, Dean went to hit the lobby button when Mr. Foster corrected him. 

"No the garage." he said

Dean was a bit shocked, as he knew most of the partners had drivers pick them up and drop them off from the office.

"You drove?" he asked

"Yeah I like to drive myself, especially in the CL." Mr. Foster answered.

"Nice, must be some ride huh?" he asked.

"Oh it's beautiful, so smooth." Mr. Foster boasted.

Dean was not surprised that Mr. Foster drove such an expensive car, however as they headed to car, Dean was surprised to hear him ask.

"Want to drive it?"

"You serious?" Dean asked, looking at his boss inquisitively.

"Sure," tossing the young man the keys "besides I've already had a few drinks so I really shouldn't drive anyway. Just be careful."

They both climbed in, and although Dean was pretty impressed, and a tad excited, didn't let this overwhelm him as he adroitly back the car right out of the space, and zoomed out onto the street. The ride was smooth, and although Dean wasn't a big car guy, he couldn't help but enjoy how soft the car seemed to move, how well it responded, and how comfortable it was.

"So is it just the boy's tonight sir?" Dean asked

"No, take a left up here." he instructed "No, sorry, my wife is meeting us there."

"Oh ok." Dean replied, again feeling a bit uncomfortable, especially since he had never met Mrs. Foster.

"She should be there now waiting for us; I had to stop by the office to get my phone, so hope she wasn't waiting long." Mr. Foster said, riding in the passenger seat of his own Mercedes CL-600.

"Is she going to be ok with me joining you?" Dean asked

"Let's check," Mr. Foster responded, pressing a button on the dash and saying out loud "call wife."

The speakers in the car rang out with the phone call, when a soft voice answered.

"Hey hon. Are you close?" she said.

"Yeah be there in a minute" he answered "but I have one of our interns here in the car, thought he would join us for dinner."

Mrs. Foster was used to meeting a lot of her husband's co-workers, and while they were often uptight, and usually brown nosers, she didn't mind a little extra company, especially after 25 years of marriage.

"No that's fine. I'll be in our booth." she answered, and as Dean thought, sounded rather cheerful.

They exchanged goodbyes, and then Mr. Foster proceeded to direct the young intern toward the restaurant, where he pulled up to the valet. The valet greeted Dean's boss by name, as they both walked into the restaurant. It was as Dean expected, very nice, dimly lit, he could tell it was fancy, but not stuffy, and Dean did not feel uncomfortable. Mr. Foster greeted the maitre'd, exchanged a few words of idle chit chat then the maitre'd told him,

"Mrs. Foster is in your usual booth; let me know if you need anything."

With that they headed toward the back, passing a few half moon booths, and then arriving at theirs. Sitting down, enjoying a glass of white wine was Mrs. Foster. Dean took immediate notice of her. Not usually one for older women, he couldn't help but feel a primal attraction to her. She was a woman; there was no other word he could think to describe her, but a woman in the greatest sense of the word. She was a mature woman in her mid 40's, who would be quite intimidating if she didn't also have a sweet smile that gave her certain warmth, but also the air of someone who was smart and could take care of herself. A woman who exuded a great sexuality that was not limited to her gorgeous face, that appeared only more attractive by age, but also from what Dean could see of her as she say, an amazing body. 

Although she hadn't had a real job for over 15 years, Mrs. Foster kept herself busy with different causes such as charities and fundraiser's for her children's schools. She also enjoyed, to her husband's dismay, redecorating their home every few years, and kept busy most of the day shopping around for wall paper, paint samples, and expensive furniture. She could normally be found at the gym, or out to brunch with her friends, most of whom were also wives of lawyers. From the outside she appeared to be another spoiled wife of a rich man, but she prided herself on having her own identity and hobbies, it just so happened she did not have to worry about making a living at any of them. Even though she was married to a rich lawyer anyone who knew her could easily believe that if she wanted to, she could be very successful in her own right.

She clearly had the appeal of a smart sexy woman, and Dean felt it immediately. His eyes darted down to her breasts, held firmly in place by a becoming black halter dress, showing an almost inappropriate amount of cleavage. Her hair was a deep brown with some auburn highlights, and sprinkled throughout were flecks of gray that Dean found very sexy. It all fell in sexy waves and soft curls, tapering out just a few inches past her bare shoulders, amongst which he could see the sparkle of some rather expensive dangling diamond earrings. Dean had to concentrate on looking into her eyes, those sexy eyes, as he was introduced to her.

"Hey hon." said Mr. Foster, as he leaned down to kiss his wife on the cheek.

She looked up at them, smiling wide, "Oh Hello."

"Hon this is Dean, Dean this is my wife." said Mr. Foster, introducing the two.

"Mam." Dean greeted his boss's wife, extending a hand.

She beamed at the young man, and took his hand, barely shaking it.

"How are you?" she asked.

Mr. Foster slide in next to his wife, at one end of the booth.

"Sit. Sit." he demanded of the young man, who settled in across from his boss on the other end of the booth.

Mrs. Foster slid over, almost in the middle of the crescent booth, favoring her husband's side, taking another sip of her wine.

Dean stole another quick glance at Mrs. Foster, her tits looking fantastic cradling in their halter slings, held so firmly they were pressed together and he could not help but wonder whether they were real or not.

"Take your eyes off your boss's tits, what are you crazy?" he thought to himself.

He pulled his eyes up to hers, which were about as arousing as her, what he guessed, D cup tits. She caught his eyes and smiled back at him.

"I was worried you'd two would be late, what did you speed?" she teased, turning to her husband.

"Actually, I let Dean drive the Mercedes, he handled it pretty well." remarked Mr. Foster.

"Oh really!?" she replied, looking to Dean who was fighting back a smirk.

"I can't drive that thing, I don't know maybe too much power." she added with a little wave of her hand.

"The trick is not to let it intimidate you." he said, admiring her sexy demur attitude.

"I don't think much intimidates the young man. He's an intern at the moment, but I think he's going to do quite well." added Mr. Foster kindly.

"Thank you sir, that means a lot." Dean replied, sincerely, as his eyes darted back to his wife, catching her smiling.

Mrs. Foster took a quick liking to the young man. He was much better looking than most of the young assistants and paralegals she knew from her husband's office, but that wasn't it. Maybe it was his boyish charm, or his understated confidence. Whatever it was, she was intrigued.

"A drink?" Mr. Foster asked Dean, as he waved over the waiter, "Hon you need another?" he asked her.

"I'm fine." she said, sipping at her glass.

"Ramon, how are you?" Mr. Foster said, greeting the waiter.

"Very good, how are you sir?" he answered.

"Great my good man. Dean, what would you like?" he asked the young intern.

"Uhhh Jack and Coke is fine." he answered.

"Do you recommend a good vermouth?" began Mr. Foster; in what Dean would come to learn was a habit of chatting extensively with the staff over every aspect of dinner.

"So you seem young, how old are you?" Mrs. Foster questioned.

Dean turned his attention back to Mrs. Foster "22." grinning.

"My, you are young. So fresh and unsoiled by the business." she added, her hand fiddling with the stem of her wine glass.

"Not that unsoiled." he quickly remarked back to her.

The boss' wife fought back a smile, and raised her eyebrows at the young man before taking another sip of her wine.

"Thanks." said Mr. Foster to the waiter, who went off to grab some drinks.

"Have you been here before Dean?" asked the boss.

"Uh no sir, a bit pricey for me right now." he joked back.

"Well then enjoy yourself, everything is delicious." Mrs. Foster added.

"Will do." he answered with a quick glance across at the mature woman, his eyes unable to avoid her breasts.

Maybe he was just fantasizing, but it appeared even more cleavage was on display then when he first sat down. Before he could really look and come to a conclusion, the drinks arrived.

"Cheers." young Dean announced, raising his glass, and the older couple followed, clinking their glasses together.

Sipping his drink, he once again stole a glimpse at Mrs. Foster over his glass. He was surprised as she grinned right at him before taking a sip of her own drink.

"Hmmm, that was odd." he thought to himself "but then, where else is she going to look, I'm sitting right across from her. Don't be an idiot Dean." he reassured himself.

They sat in momentary silence as Mr. Foster looked over the menu; it seemed to be a hobby of his.

"So how do you like working at the firm?" Mrs. Foster asked the young boy.

"It's great, I..." hesitating for a moment as the waiter returned, but Mr. Foster quickly drew the waiter's attention.

"The last time I was in here you had a great Carpaccio...." he continued, speaking to the waiter.

"You were saying." Mrs. Foster said, pulling Dean's attention back to her.

"Yes, ummm, yeah it's great, I mean it's tough, late hours, like tonight, but I don't mind." he answered

"That's good, a young man who doesn't mind some hard work is a valuable thing." she added.

"Then I will count myself valuable, thank you mam." he replied.

Although her tits could draw the gaze of any man, Dean found himself staring back at her eyes. He could hear Mr. Foster chatting with the waiter, although would be hard pressed to recall any of the conversation; his attention remained on Mrs. Foster. Again with her wonderful smile she replied,

"Just don't let him work you too hard, if he gives you any problems, just let me know." nodding toward her husband, as she fought another beaming smile.

"Careful, you might be getting quite a few calls from Me." he joked, raising his glass to her, and then sipping.

She raised her eyebrows at him "Well I'll be waiting." she answered.

Dean was in the middle of his sip when he felt his phone vibrate. Stopping mid sip he said,

"Oop, that must be my mother, please excuse me." he grabbed for his phone, stood up, walked toward the bathroom, by the time he reached the door, he turned back around, stuffing the phone back into his pocket and returned.

While he was up Mrs. Foster commented nonchalantly to her husband, 

"He seems nice." her eyes watching the young man walk away.

"Yeah he's a good kid." replied Mr. Foster, glancing over the menu.

"Sorry about that." Dean announced as he slipping back into the booth. "My mother, she's sick."

"Oh I hope she is ok." Mrs. Foster interjecting sounded honestly concerned.

"Oh yeah, no, nothing like that, just a bad cold I think, she just needs me to pick her up some medicine and swing by her place."

"What a good son." Mr. Foster replied, smiling at his wife.

"Indeed." she added, her eyes fixed on the intern, before pulling her attention away, and returning her husband's smile.

A few moments later, the Carpaccio had arrived. 

"Oh perfect," said Mr. Foster, "please dig in." he told Dean.

They sat, enjoyed the appetizer, enjoying their drinks, of which Mrs. Foster had a second, and by the time the Carpaccio was gone, Mr. Foster was on his 3rd.

"That was great, and I don't usually eat Carpaccio." commented Dean, signaling the waiter for another drink.

"Well I hope you're not full." said Mr. Foster.

"I'm not" his wife chimed in and Dean couldn't help but notice her gaze was locked on him when she said that.

"So do you have a lot of family in the area?" Mrs. Foster enquired of the young man.

"Just my mom in the city, but my brother his wife and son live in the burbs." he answered the woman politely.

"Oh your an uncle, how cute." she said excitedly.

"I think we are ready to order right?" said Mr. Foster, more to himself then anyone.

"Do you have any pictures on your phone?" she asked, playing the part of a mother.

"Uh yeah sure." Dean said, but a bit thrown, grabbing for his menu.

"Oh don't worry; he likes to order for the table." Mrs. Foster said, waving Dean off and sliding around the booth and onto Dean's left.

Mr. Foster had gotten the waiter's attention, and was in the middle of discussing the menu, ordering for the table, as his young eager intern pulled out his phone once again and brought up some family photos. Flipping through, she settled on a picture of his young nephew when Mrs. Foster grabbed the phone from him excitedly.

"Oh how cute." she said, "Honey look how adorable." turning the phone and showing it to her husband. As she made the gesture to Mr. Foster, Dean felt her hand rest upon his knee.

"Perhaps for leverage, as she stretched to show her husband the photo." Dean thought.

"Huh, oh yes, very cute" he said over the menu, quickly returning his attention to the waiter.

The placement of her hand was certainly not for leverage. To Dean's great surprise, when she settled back into her seat, her hand reached into the young boys lap, massaging him through his pants. Once again, he was not one to show signs of intimidation, and miraculously he did not react. Staying calm, he casually pulled his attention from the phone, and glanced toward Mrs. Foster who was pretending as if nothing was happening. How she could do this was beyond him, how she could be stroking his young cock right here in the same booth as her husband.

She continued to flip through photos as she worked the young man, just feet from her husband. She seemed an expert as she gave no sign of anything inappropriate, while below the table she had her married hand groping for the cock of her husband's young employee. It felt incredible as Dean stiffened immediately, shooting a look at his boss who was still ordering for the 3 of them, his wife's hand finding his stiffening member, gripping and stroking it, pressing her palm down on it as it stretched against his leg.

"Oh I really like this one." she said, stopping on a picture and holding it to show Dean.

She held it oddly close to her body, he noticed, so that her great tits were also in view.

"Yeah that is nice." he managed to get out, trying not to pant as his heart rate was climbing.

He was nervous that the amazing circumstances of the situation, and the intense feeling of this mature woman's ministrations would be too much for him and that he would give himself away. He fought back the urge to moan and thrust into her grip. She was able to grab his shaft through his pants, as if trying to pull it free; she wrapped her hand around as much as she could. Mrs. Foster couldn't help but become increasingly aroused as she felt the steal hard shaft in her hand, stroking it with quick jerks of her wrist. Somehow she was able to compose herself so well that no one had any idea what lurid act was taking place. 

Staring at the boss, while his wife jerked his pulsating member, Dean thought he would either cum, or moan out loud and just as it was becoming too much, she released him. She handed him back the phone, and scooted back to her position next to her husband, as if nothing had happened. Just in time too, because Mr. Foster had just finished ordering and had returned his attention to his wife and guest.

"I ordered some good stuff, hope you're hungry." he said enthusiastically.

"Starving." replied Mrs. Foster.

Dean eyed her with pure lust, his eyes burning into hers as his cock throbbed due to her sly manipulation. She stared back, in her head, putting the final touches on her plan she had been devising for the past few minutes. Dean attempted to turn his attention back to his boss, not wanting to let on what had just happened. Staring at his boss,

"Thank you sir." he said, hoping any interaction with the husband of the woman who was just fondling his young package would assist in deflating his excitement.

It took great concentration but Dean had at least gotten himself down to manageable size, fighting his instinct to look at the sexual goddess just to the left of his boss. Dean couldn't help but think that for such a successful man, Mr. Foster was a real moron, or perhaps he's just drunk as he was enjoying, Dean guessed, his 5th drink of the night. Mr. Foster started in with some idle chit chat, or at least that was what Dean guessed it to be, as his mind was somewhere else totally. His thoughts bounced from baseball to fucking his boss' wife, to his long commute home, to fucking his boss' wife, to all the work waiting for him at the office, to fucking his boss' wife. Anything to pull the thought from his mind, momentarily at least, but it kept popping back into his head.

"Excuse me," Mrs. Foster announced "I need to use the restroom." she said softly to her husband.

Mr. Foster slid over and stood up from the booth, allowing his wife to exit. When she did Dean got his first full view of the alluring woman. The upper half of the mature woman promised only great things for the lower half, and he was not let down. Mrs. Foster had a great hour glass figure that her age only seemed to accentuate, with a bit more weight on her hips and ass. Her black halter top was complete but a sexy loose fitting sarong skirt that ended an inch of so above the knee. Her legs were well toned and shapely, her calves looked round and strong due to the 5 inch heels she was wearing; a sexy pair of silver open toe strappy sandals. It was hard to tell how tall she was, he guessed roughly 5'5", not counting her high heels. Holding her little clutch purse, she eyed the young man and headed back toward the bathroom.

With the incredibly sexy woman out of his view, Dean was able to get his hard on to subside, and finally relax for a moment. Dean could tell Mr. Foster was indeed a bit drunk and when Dean even broached the subject of work Mr. Foster denied him.

"Oh don't worry about that stuff right now, why don't you have another drink." he demanded, waving the waiter over once again.

Before the young man could protest, his cell phone vibrated again. Checking it, he was surprised by what he read.

"R u coming or not, waiting in the lady's room." the text read.

His head snapped back up to his boss, the shock on his face nearly giving him away, however the old fool was drunk and oblivious. Quickly he texted back.

"R u serious?" hitting send.

"Yes." was her immediate response.

"Umm, sorry, excuse me again sir, I uhh have to call my mother back." he lied.

"Oh yeah, sure, sure." Mr. Foster replied.

Dean squeezed out of the booth and ever so casually, headed to the bathrooms. Once he reached the lady's room, he gave a quick look around, and then ducked inside. It was a large, bright restroom, just as one might expect of a nice restaurant such as this. The floors were a beautiful smooth, marble tile as the walls were a combination of tile and wall paper. There was a small vanity station in the corner, and one side of the room was lined in a few stalls, while the other a line of individual pedestal sinks, each with individual framed mirrors.

On one of the sinks rested Mrs. Foster's clutch purse, while its owner stood in the middle of the large open restroom, about 10 feet from the door. She stood staring at the visitor, hands on her hips.

"Lock the door." was all she said.

Reaching behind him, not taking his eyes off the mature sex goddess, he turned the lock and heard it click. He slowly walked toward the married woman, and she stared back, a sly grin running across her sexy lips. As he reached her his hands instinctively settled on her hips, guiding him in. Eyes locked on one another as their lips met in a firm, lustful embrace. There was nothing delicate or loving about the kiss, but instead it was dictated by hunger and desire. 

His hands reached up her body, feeling her round firm tits which he longed to feel the second he saw them. They broke their kiss, and Dean's eyes focused on her amazing cleavage. His fingers gripped her halter top, pulling them apart and around her breasts, exposing her great tits. His hands groped immediately for her naked flesh, feeling the weight of her perfect mounds.

"You like those huh?" she asked playfully.

"They are amazing." he answered.

"They better be, my husband paid a fortune for them." she added with a slight roll of her eyes.

Dean looked up at the married woman. His thoughts were confirmed, her amazing tits were fake. He looked again at them and pushed them together, watched as her soft flesh mashed together. He had to admit, it was great work. He leaned down, sucking her hard perfect nipple into his mouth. She moaned at his assault on her chest, reaching down for his hard young cock.

"Wait," he said, pulling his mouth off her. "You sure we should do this?"

"What? You think I just want to fucking make out with you?" giving a little chuckle.

"No, I..." He was struck by her bluntness, and wasn't sure what to say.

"You are going to fuck me," unzipping his fly "and you'd better make me cum."

Never one to back down from a challenge Dean grabbed her hips, forcefully spun her around, and bent her over one of the pedestal sinks. Mrs. Foster's long wavy mane fell over her face as she was manhandled. She tossed it all to one side, biting her lip, and looking back at the eager young man with great anticipation.

Once again he grabbed her hips, forcing them into position. She watched him as he reached under her skirt, her expression suddenly changed to surprised excitement when she felt him rip her panties.

Her hips jerked violently from the strength he applied, her hands gripping the sink for stability. The sound of her panties ripping echoed through the large empty bathroom, but her panties had not been totally removed. Dean, determined, quickly flipped her skirt up around her waist, grabbed the remaining shredded fabric of her panties, and ripped once more.

"Oh fuck yeah." she said in an almost giddy tone.

Tossing the useless panties aside, he reached into his open fly, and pulled out his stiff throbbing member. Mrs. Foster looked ahead into the mirror, spread her legs a bit and watched the young man behind her, bracing herself. Then without warning, Dean plunged deep into the married woman's wet pussy.

"Oohhh fuck!!!" she screamed out.

The quick hand job she had given the young man was in no way an accurate means to measure the boy. He felt huge, and she thought it was perhaps because she was used to her husband, who was by no means big. She didn't care the reason; she just knew she loved it.

Grabbed her hips, he slammed his into her, watching her ass ripple from his intense movements.

"That's it, fuck me baby, fuck Me." she encouraged.

She could not believe how hard the young man was, as she felt every vein and contour of his cock penetrate her. She reached for her own rock hard nipple and tugged, savoring every sensation.

She dropped to her elbows, her tits brushing the cold porcelain of the sink as they bounced below her. Letting out moans of encouragement, she relished in the steady fucking she was receiving from this sexy young man. 

Dean could not get enough of this incredibly sexy woman; he wanted her every way possible, although he knew time was a factor.

Dean pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the head inside her. Mrs. Foster snapped her head back, looking over her shoulder in concern.

Her worries were laid to rest when she felt Dean pushing her knees together, causing her ass to stick out even further. She grinned back at him, placed her hands on the sink, pushed herself up and arched her back for him.

She looked incredible, bent at the waist, her long sexy legs and ass exposed to the boy. With her feet together, in her sexy little heels, her exposed tits stuck out in front of her, nipples pointed toward the sky.

She gave she sexiest little moan, as she began rocking back. fucking herself with his cock.

"You like that huh Mrs. Foster?" he asked her, not moving at all, letting her work.

"Mmmmhmmm." she answered, with a slight nod of her head, easing back and forth along his stiff pole.

She grunted each time she slid down on him, so tight, so good. She loved every second, and couldn't help but rock faster, fucking him harder.

She started to pound her ass back into him, harder and harder.

He joined in and began to push back into her, unable to resist. She moaned, looking toward the ceiling and closing her eyes. He reached around, taking hold of her store bought tits and pounding so hard he practically lifted her off her feet.

She felt him work her, losing track of time. Realizing this, she checked her delicate little wrist watch.

"Oh fuck baby, hurry up... uh fuck... you got to make me cum." she told him.

Determined to get the job done and not wanting to let this woman get the better of him he pulled out.

"What are you...?" she began, but before she could finish, Dean took hold of her and tossed her down to her hands and knees.

She hit the ground, surprised but incredibly aroused. Instead of being angry at the boy for his rough treatment of a woman old enough to be his mother, she was dripping wet. She kneeled up, clutching her skirt, which had fallen back over her ass, and lifted it again for the intern. Looking over her shoulder, those sexy eyes locked on the boy.

"Yeah baby, come on." she said.

Dean shoved her back to her hands and knees, and she loved it. Swinging her hair back around she looked back and watched, but once again the young man surprised her.

Squatting over her, Dean pressed his engorged head against her tight little asshole. Fear struck the married woman.

"Oh no honey, don't, I've never...." she began, but was cut short by the hot intense feeling of Dean splitting her ass with his big young cock.

"Uhhhhh fuckkkkkk, yessss!" came the guttural moan from the married woman.

She surprised herself at how quickly she took to the feeling. She felt full like she had never felt before, and the small bit of pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. Dean's feet still on the floor as he squatted over her hot upturned ass, and filled her to capacity.

"Oh yess baby, fuck me" she demanded, and he followed her orders.

He watched this sexual goddess take his young cock, only to ask for more and more. He took hold of a fistful of her hair, pulling her into him. Her head pulled back, and her expensive tits stood out as she took the abuse and only desired more.

She arched her back, trying to give him as much of her virginal ass as she could. This may be the biggest, hardest cock she had ever had, and it was buried in her tight ass. She tried to push back and give him all he wanted, the sensation driving her mad. Soon it was too intense for her, and her arms gave out. Her face and tits were pressed into the cold tile as Dean released her hair. She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit.

"Yes baby, keep going." she moaned out, rubbing herself furiously.

"Yeah baby, you like fucking your husband's intern?" he shouted at her through gritted teeth.

He watched his cock disappear inside her, with her knees spread wide, ass up; she took all of him, begging for more.

"Yes baby, I love it, just don't stop" she managed to get out.

Dean knew he had her, and quickened his pace, giving the wife of his boss, the hardest fucking of either of their lives. Grabbing her hips and yanking her into him, her ass meeting his powerful strokes.

"That's it, don't stop, don't stop, DOOOONNN'T STOOOOOP!!!" she yelled out as a climax hit her that she never felt before.

He knees went week, but her ass remained in the air, in the clutches of the young man. She howled, unconcerned if anyone could hear her. Perhaps it was the fact that he was so young, or his cock so hard, or that this was her first time doing anal, or maybe it was the whole naughty situation, but whatever it was it caused her the greatest orgasm of her life.

After a minute of pure bliss, electricity running through her body, and fizzling out through her pussy, she was coming down. Shaking slightly, she was released and laid on the floor. Dean stood over her, watching in amazement.

Reality washed over her, and once again in her composed attitude as if nothing had happened, she stood up, pulled her tits back into her dress and said,

"Ok, we have to get back to dinner."

Dean stood a bit shocked, and only now realizing he himself had not cum.

"I'll see you out there, and be sure to wash up, I am not done with you." she told him.

He stood, still a bit shocked, and watched her freshen up. She checked herself in the mirror, tried to put some volume back into her hair, and turned to leave.

"Thanks honey, see you in a minute." she said just before she left.

Dean hurriedly washed up, and tried to appear unruffled. Taking a deep breath he left the bathroom, unsure how to face his boss after he had just fucked her brains out on the bathroom floor. Suddenly he had reached the table, and looked over at Mrs. Foster, sitting by her husband's side.

He couldn't believe how normal and respectable she appeared, not after what had just happened. He looked at his boss, making eye contact, and miraculously didn't flinch, that was until Mr. Foster asked,

"So how was she?"

To be continued...