Corona had all of us stuck at home, alone. I was twenty-seven, single, and decided to leave my job behind to start fresh in a new city.

I took a position as an IT team lead (C-two Level) at an old, traditional company with two hundred employees in Germany. I worked out quite often, so at six feet three, I was not your typical IT guy.

I started at the end of spring. Naturally, at the beginning, you met everyone, and everyone was excited to meet you. So were the few women who worked there. Little did I know what kind of culture I had gotten into.

After a month or two, I had just gotten acclimated to the work and what was demanded of me when I received the invite to the IT Summer Event. My colleagues, whom I had grown closer to, filled me in on the details.

Usually, it was just a BBQ with the IT group, which was about ninety percent male. However, they also invited selected people from the business and HR sides, mainly the ladies. Because of this, there were always stories attached to each summer event. Bosses making out with their subordinates, people coming and leaving the party together, and a lot of flirtatious vibes.

As I was still new to this company, my goal was simple. Don’t cause a scene. Stay low and get to know everyone.

However, this was before I met Christine and Paula.

Christine was a tall five feet seven, really slim but fit, forty-two-year-old single mother of two. She worked in HR but was quiet, a bit insecure, and wasn’t striking at first sight, but was simply beautiful. She was always dressed really trendy, looking a lot younger than her age, with natural skin, little makeup, and short blond hair. She had a really modern haircut and simply the most beautiful smile.

Paula, on the other hand, was someone who always wanted to be the center of attention. She was the boss of the business side and led them with a strong voice. With the IT crowd, however, she enjoyed being the "pretty" girl. She was forty years old, small, five feet two, with long dark brown hair, and she danced and practiced yoga.

She even published a picture of herself on Instagram, striking a yoga pose from behind while just wearing a thong. And man oh man, can I tell you, she had a nice, little, firm butt that got my dick jumping every time I thought of it. And man, oh man, was she dirty. But more about her in part two.

So, I got my intentions set and went to the summer event. It took place in the garden behind our offices on a nice summer evening. After two formal hours, the buffet and keg of beer were finally opened, and the ladies from the other departments arrived. So the mood naturally went lighter and lighter.

I stood outside with a beer in my hand, talking to a male and a female co-worker, when Paula and Christine joined our group.

Christine was wearing a beautiful, long flower dress with a light jacket on top that just covered her upper body. The dress was loose enough to flow with the wind, but tight enough so you could see her ass crack and her butt at the end of those long legs of hers.

It all started innocently enough.

"How do you like it here so far?" Paula asked. "Do you miss your old job? Don’t you think there should be more female co-workers in IT?"

Soon, the conversation took a different turn.

Paula was the center of attention, asking those questions, but soon I noticed the smile and deep eye contact from Christine every time I answered. She started moving her short hair behind her ears while giving me a smile, looking to the ground once our eyes met. Then, I noticed two dots revealing themselves under the thin jacket. Could it be that those were nipples and she was turned on?

As the topics changed to dating stories and dating fails, with bad kisses and bad touching on the first date, I noticed more and more movement in my pants.

As Christine's eyes and mine met more often, I couldn’t help but think about how I’d like to feel that butt, have her legs wrapped around me as I went down on her, lick her juicy pussy, and shoot my cum all over her small tits and stiff nipples.

"Pull yourself together!" I thought. "This is still your fourth month in the company. You want to stay here longer."

However often I had this thought, it didn’t reach my cock. My cock wanted to know: How does the pussy of a MILF taste? How firm is her butt? Does she get wet as easily as young women? Does she have some "tricks" I don’t know yet?

So far, my dating experience ended around the age of thirty. But a forty-two-year-old mother of two, that was new and exciting. I wanted her. I wanted her now.

But then reality kicked in. "I can’t. I am new. Everyone will notice. I am a boss now."

So, after a few more hours of contemplating, drinking, and more flirting all around, I decided to leave the party. It was already dark, and only a few people were left, too few to just yell "bye" and leave.

I made the rounds to say goodbye to everyone personally. The last group was, again, Paula and Christine.

As Paula went in to hug me immediately, it was the perfect moment to also lean in and give Christine a hug. I made sure it took a bit longer, and I moved in quite a bit closer so she could feel my erect dick. After all the flirting, I felt like this was the least she should know.

As we released the hug, she had a different kind of smile, a bit shocked, and took a short, noticeable look down at my crotch. Just as she looked back up, I gave her a brief wink.

I left the party and went to get my stuff from my office on the fifth floor. I had just returned downstairs to leave through the main office exit when suddenly, I heard a shallow "bye" from behind me.

It was Christine.

For the first time away from the people and the party, we stood there in the entranceway of the office building. I was shocked, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I froze.

Luckily, she didn’t. She said that she was also tired and wanted to leave, but first had to get her stuff from her office as well.

"Do you want to come with me and then leave together?" she asked.

Still in total shock, I nodded and followed her to her office. It was the main HR office, also on the ground floor, just down a small corridor next to the main entrance. It faced the office of another wing, which was, of course, empty by now. No one could see us.

Was this the chance I was thinking about? Is she also interested in THAT?

My mind went crazy. I felt insecure and secure, professional and like a fuckboy, all at the same time.

I stood in the doorway, observing her as she reached for her bag on the floor. I saw that ass crack, and it clicked.

"Do it! Show her how the young guys do it! Fuck her!"

I stepped into the office, closed the door behind me, and walked towards her. She had just gotten up again when I grabbed her head and went in for a kiss.

It was magical. Her full lips were soft and wet. Her tongue was gentle and aggressive at the same time. We went crazy. We couldn’t hold it in any longer and made out wildly.

I released her head with one hand and finally touched that butt. Man, was it beautiful. The dress was super thin, so I could feel her thong. I played with her butt for a bit before I moved things to the next step.

I lifted her up and carried her to the desk in the middle of the room. This was the desk where, just five months ago, I had signed my contract. The desk where I had made the biggest decision of my life so far, to move to a new city and start a new career.

And now, I placed Christine, the forty-two-year-old blond, thin MILF, on the edge of that round table. She immediately wrapped her legs around me so she could feel my dick through my pants against her pussy. Perfect height, perfect table, perfect woman.

As I stood tall in front of her, and she looked up at me with her big eyes and a somewhat insecure look on her face, I felt the power. It was the power of the strong man who takes what he wants.

I reached down and pulled up her dress to remove her panties. And there it was, a beautiful, shaved pussy, starting to become wet. I wanted to taste her.

I kneeled down, put her legs around my shoulders, and kissed and licked her pussy. It took me longer than normal to get the pussy taste I had gotten so used to in the past, but it was good. I started to tongue-fuck her and noticed that she was larger than anyone I had ever met before, but also warmer, and somewhat softer.

I was ready. As I felt her legs on my head and shoulders, and her body giving in to the movements of my tongue more and more, it was time for my dick.

I stood up, dropping my pants and my shorts.

Because it was a sudden move, Christine was still trying to recover or get back to her senses from what had just happened. I pulled her face towards me, kissed her with my pussy-flavored mouth, and said, "Now it is time to get fucked!"

My big cock slid right in. I managed to put my hands over her mouth just in time to keep her screams to a minimum. I fucked her hard, her head bouncing back and forth. Man, it felt great.

As her breathing got more intense, I let her reach her climax first, pushing my dick extra deep inside of her. She moaned and fell back on the table.

My dick was still fully erect, and I was close to cumming myself. I gave her a few seconds to breathe and enjoy it. Then, I pulled out.

I moved around the table and pulled her back so her head was hanging off the edge, then put my dick into her mouth. I could tell she was in shock, but I didn’t care. Fuck that forty-two-year-old pussy, and fuck that mouth of hers.

A few more pushes and, without warning, I released the biggest load of cum into her mouth.

Ahh, that was great. My dick was still in her mouth when we suddenly heard a knocking on the door.

"Christine, are you still in here?"

Oh, shit. It was Paula.