I normally do not help prepare for the office party, but Sandy had asked, and I like Sandy.

At just over five feet tall, Sandy was a petite, but shapely, middle-aged blonde. Her short-cut hair suited her pretty face and her slightly crooked smile was charming. Nice tits, just handfuls, always under a tight sweater. A slim waist, just slightly thick, flaring out to a nice set of curvy hips. Shapely, firm little ass, awesome in tight slacks, usually hidden in a knee-length skirt. For a woman reaching fifty years, she was a real looker.

Today she was wearing one of my favourite outfits: brown, knee-high boots with heels; a brown leather skirt that fits like a leather skirt should; and a low-cut taupe sweater. She looks so fucking hot when she strolls by my office. She always says hi or waves and flashes that killer smile. She came in and sat down, crossing those bare legs and gave me a big smile.

”I need a strong young man,” she said, ”to give me a hand.”

”I would be happy to give you more than that... if you want,” I teased.

Her blue eyes twinkled as she gazed at me, a sly grin on her face, and she adjusted her skirt slightly higher. I leaned forward slightly and turned my head in an attempt to look up her skirt. She lifted it a tiny bit more and watched me as I licked my lips. I stroked the pen in my right hand through the fingers of my left hand, slowly and looked up to a slight flush on the small spot at the base of her throat. I gazed into her eyes. She knew I was fucking her in my mind. 

I kept quiet as we looked in each other's eyes, waiting to see who would look away first and saw her tongue peek out and wet her lips. She looked away, dropping her head forward slightly.

”You’re a tease, you know that?” she said as she looked down at her wedding ring. Her fingertips touched it as she placed her hands in her lap. She spun it around her finger as she looked up at me, keeping her chin down and gently sucking on her lower lip. Her eyes twinkled.

”I could be your mother, you know.”

”You’re way hotter than my mother. The offer stands,” I said with a wink.

She giggled as she uncrossed her legs and leaned back in the chair. I lowered my gaze to her knees and stayed quiet. I lifted my eyes to hers and licked my lips. I saw her eyes twinkling as she gave me a half-smile and lifted her skirt higher. Her knees parted slightly, giving me a glimpse of her inner thighs.

”A little more, please,” I asked quietly as I leaned forward.

Still grinning, she spread her legs a little more, her skirt now mid-thigh, and moved her hips slightly. I could almost see the tops of her thighs and caught a glimpse of black satin. I was hard as fucking iron.

With a little laugh she closed her legs and stood up. She straightened her skirt, smoothing the front and turned to leave. She looked back at me as she began to walk away.

”Follow me, young man,” she instructed, ”I need your muscles.”

I jumped up and followed her, trying to hide the tent in my pants, to the storage room. There was the tree, boxes of decorations, and other party items. I brought it all out to the boardroom, set up the tree and lights, and put the empty boxes back in storage. I found a mistletoe and put it in my pocket. I returned to my office as Sandy and the other women began decorating.

Sandy knocked on the open door to get my attention. She leaned against the door frame, feet and arms crossed, and gave a sly smile.

"I seem to need you again,” she said, ”unless you are too busy for me.”

”I always have time for you, Sandy,” I replied, ”what can I do for you?”

”A lot, I suspect,” she teased, ”but I can’t find the mistletoe. Did you happen to see it?”

”I did.”

”Well, where is it?” she asked.

I moved my chair away from the desk and gestured for her to come over. She sighed and sauntered slowly over to my side of the desk. I looked down at my crotch and her eyes followed. The mistletoe sat between my legs attached to my belt.

”Oh, you are such a bad boy,” she giggled, ”teasing an old lady like that.”

”You aren't old, who are you referring to?” I said with a grin.

”You are such a tease, ” she said, ”take that off.”

I stood up and looked down at her. I gazed into her twinkling eyes and put my hands on my hips.

”Help yourself,” I offered as I looked down at the mistletoe.

With a big smile she reached for the mistletoe and slowly untied it from my belt. She hesitated as her fingers brushed against my hard cock, lightly rubbing against the straining material. She looked into my eyes as she finally untied the decoration and held it up.

”I will put this in the appropriate place for the party,” she said as she waved it at me and walked away.

She stopped at the door, turned slightly and looked back at me with a sexy smile.

”Want to help?” she asked as she raised her eyebrows.

”Sure,” I replied.

I followed her to the boardroom, through the noise and bustle of the general office area, trying to keep the bulge in my pants covered. I passed Cindy, who gave me a big smile and saw her eyes drop to my crotch. She winked. I kept my eyes on Sandy as she swayed her curvy leather-covered hips and ass in front of me. I followed her into the room.

”Close the door,” she instructed, ”and move a chair in front of it. It usually goes over the doorway.”

I moved a chair into the corner by the door and locked the door. She gave me a quizzical look.

”So no one opens it while you are on the chair, ” I explained.

”While I'm on the chair?” she asked in surprise.

”I’m afraid of heights,” I shrugged.

She laughed and rolled her eyes as she lifted her skirt and put one foot on the chair. I took her hand to help steady her and put my other hand on her ass as I helped her up on the chair. I left my hand there as she steadied herself, squeezing her firm cheek slightly, finally touching it. She looked down at my hand and then at me. I let her go and reached for the mistletoe. I stood in front of her and looked up into her nervous eyes as she steadied herself on the chair.

”Put your hands on the wall,” I said, ”to keep steady.”

She turned and put one hand on the door and the other on the wall. She now stood on the chair, her back to the corner, safely balanced. She looked down at me with a proud smile.

”Okay, give me the mistletoe,” she said.

I grinned and put it in my teeth. I put my hands on her thighs and slid them up under her skirt. I lifted it up and moved my head under, letting it fall over me. I took the mistletoe and put it in the waistband of the black satin panties in front of me. I reached in and pulled the bottom away and to the side of her blonde-fringed pussy.

I pushed my nose in and inhaled her musky aroma. Heavenly. I moved my mouth up and licked her dripping wet pout, hearing her gasp, and tasted her. I licked and tongued her pussy as she moaned and pushed herself into my mouth. I reached up with both hands under her skirt and grabbed her firm ass, holding her tightly, and sucked her clit. With a loud groan, she climaxed, wetting my face. I held her pussy tight to my face as she came, squeezing her ass cheeks and felt her tremble.

I pulled my face away and took the mistletoe. I pulled my head out from under her skirt and looked up at her. She had her head down and eyes closed, with a serene look on her face. I put my hands on her hips and slid them up to her tits, cupping them. She looked down at me with a big smile as I felt her up.

”That,” she whispered, ”was an unexpected treat.”

I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off of the chair. We kissed as her feet touched the floor, our tongues dancing, and held each other tightly. I reached down and undid my belt, button, and zipper, dropping my pants. I pulled down my boxers, releasing my hard cock, and pushed her down onto the chair. She looked up at my throbbing cock and parted her lips, her tongue wetting them.

I hung my swollen cock in her face and watched as her mouth quickly went over it. I moaned as she sucked me, feeling one hand on my balls, and put my hand on her blonde hair. I took a handful and pulled gently as my cock slid down her throat. To my surprise and delight she was able to swallow my whole seven-plus inches and put her nose in my pubic bone.

"Oh fuck, Sandy... you suck fucking good," I moaned as she slowly swallowed my whole cock time and again.

I pulled her mouth away and stood her up. Grabbing her by the ass I lifted her up and turned around to the table. I put her on the table, lifted her skirt over her waist and pushed between her legs. I shoved my throbbing cock into her silky, wet opening and began pumping.

”Oh, yes... fuck me, fuck me hard,” she moaned.

I pushed hard to get my whole cock in her tight little pussy. Even soaking wet she was fucking snug. Soon I was balls deep, fucking her hard and fast, her arms around my neck. I watched my swollen cock as it moved in and out of her pouty pussy lips, glistening with her juices, the little wisps of blonde hair waving at me. 

"Fuck, you got a great pussy," I said as I fucked harder. 

”Fuck me, fuck me...” she groaned as I pounded her into the table, "give me all of that big cock."

I felt my orgasm building. I held her tight and slammed my throbbing prick in as far as possible, feeling it bottom out on something, and let out a groan. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me tighter as my cock exploded in her. Spurt after spurt filled her pussy as I came, her pussy milking my throbbing shaft, her legs locked around me.

”Oh shit, I’m cumming,” she groaned as my cock emptied it’s steaming load.

She pulled herself tight to my chest and quivered as she climaxed with my throbbing cock deep inside of her.

”Ohhh, fuck,” I moaned as my climax ended.

I slowly slid my cock back and forth in her cum-filled snatch, enjoying the hot, greasy feeling, until she took her legs away. I pulled my cock out and stood up as her arms fell away from my shoulders. She gave me a huge smile.

”That was sooo hot,” she growled, “you have a great cock.”

”Thanks,” I chuckled, “you have a great pussy.”

”I’m glad you like it,” she giggled.

 I helped her up and we embraced, kissing gently. I watched my cum trail down her inner thigh. She fixed her skirt, leaving the wet reminder between her legs run down, and I pulled my pants up. We smiled at each other.

”Back to work, young man,” she teased, “enough fun.”

”For now,” I replied, "there is still the party."

She gave me a big smile.

”I might need your help again sometime,” she teased with twinkling eyes.

”Anytime,” I said, “I always have time for you, Sandy.”