Starting a new job is always nerve-racking. Especially as you get older, here you are with all this experience and knowledge, and you are not able to show your talents because your boss is two decades younger than you and might consider you a threat, as opposed to what you are: a damn good worker.

This time would be different, Pepper told herself as she accepted the job that was offered during her interview.  A first for her. It gave her a sense of appreciation that all her hard work over the decades had finally paid off, and someone could actually see what kind of worker she had become.

Working in a hospital kitchen had crossed her mind in her twenties. It was a vague thought at best, and Pepper kept going to school to find her right fit and see what her future would be. But mainly, to get out of the house. Her home life was very stressful at the time, even if it was only for a few hours a day.  It’s funny, she thought to herself, that her right fit happened to be food. She had become a cook after all, even held a chef’s degree and several certificates in different areas of cooking.

The kitchen was huge, bigger than she could have ever imagined. Half walls divided the space, and little offices lined the outside edges of the main cooking area, which was split into two sections: the patients' side and the retail side, whatever that meant.

Pepper checked herself, making sure she had followed the uniform dress code perfectly. Black pants and shoes, an oversized buttoned-down grey shirt that did nothing for her figure or her breasts, one of her best features. Her hair was braided and tucked into a neat bun, and her name badge read “Pepper, kitchen ambassador.”  She had made sure HR put Pepper on it, a nickname she had had since birth, rather than her given name. A name that had run through four generations on her mother’s side. An older name, a proper name; one that meant: pure, angelic. Talk about a contradictory statement.

Six months into the job, nothing had really changed.  Bosses still had their handful of favorites, whom they called “the best employees they had ever had.” We all know the ones, the ones who sit in his office with the door closed and talk all day, giving him the attention that he was apparently lacking at home. Then there were the ones, the older generation, who worked their asses off and were lucky enough to maybe get a compliment or, on a good day, a thank you.  It was the same, no matter the job. Bosses had their favorites. A handful of workers actually worked and didn’t kiss ass to get higher in the company. It’s sad. But that was the world we lived in these days.

Pepper smiled at the thought as she stocked the items blown through during the breakfast shift, preparing for the upcoming lunch shift.  There was one worker she had noticed - no, not really noticed, but more studied on the days they worked together. His name was A.J. To her, he was just a kid. Something about him felt familiar, and it drove her crazy trying to figure out what it was.  It wasn’t just his appearance. It was his laugh, the way he walked, his smile, even his taste in music. A.J. just felt comfortable, and something about him made her mind wander into unfamiliar, yet exciting territory.

During those six months, Pepper learned that A.J. was actually in his thirties, still much younger than her. But not as young as she had originally thought. He had been in the military and was once married.  He had been going to college to better himself. However, between two jobs and trying to find time for homework, it just wasn't falling into place. “Yeah, been there, done that,” Pepper told him when they were talking about college. Burning the candle at both ends is hard until you realize something has to give, or you'll burn completely out.

Pepper realized that she liked talking with him. Not in an overly noticeable way, but if they had a few minutes of downtime, she would start a conversation with him. It really didn’t matter what they talked about. It was just fun talking to him. He reminded her of a man she had been involved with throughout the past twenty years. Off and on, nothing serious, but something worth holding onto. That is what made A.J. feel so familiar. Pepper couldn’t help but let her mind wander to how much A.J. and Damien were alike.

A.J. was the same height and about the same weight as Damien. Their appearance was so similar that they could pass as brothers. The same jet-black hair. The same dark brown eyes. The same kissable lips. Pepper had even shown A.J. a picture of a much younger Damien and told him he had a doppelganger running around town. Pepper always had a knack for hanging around men younger than herself. Her brother was a decade younger than herself. So, being around a younger generation just felt comfortable. Especially after her twelve years of marriage to a man ended when she found out he was a closet homosexual. “Well, we can cross that one off the bucket list.”

Pepper watched A.J. with amusement. She couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like without his clothes on. She knew about the tattoos on his arms and wanted to examine the rest of his body to see if there were others. She could imagine herself running her hands along his naked skin, learning the secrets that lay there.  Was he ticklish at certain pressures? Did he like to have his body licked into submission? Was he the type of man who liked being told what to do, or did he want to be in control? These questions ran through her mind at some of the most awkward times.

One night, A.J. was backed up in utility, one of the kitchen departments. They cleaned up everyone else's dirty dishes, as well as all the trays sent to each patient’s room, along with the guest tray dishes. They also had to stock all departments' nutrition refrigerators to make sure they had the supplies they needed during the twenty-four-hour shifts.  So, stocking was a never-ending job. The manager offered overtime to any employee who wanted to help the utility people. Not many volunteered because it was real work, not just sitting in the office playing patsy ass with the boss. So Pepper offered her services however she could.

Everyone had already left the kitchen except A.J. and Pepper. While they were doing the dishes, they were ranting about how everyone wants the money, but no one was willing to get their hands wet - no pun intended. A.J. would make trips to each floor of the four-story hospital, bringing dirty dishes down. Pepper would wash them and put them back where they belonged for the next shift.

Two long hours had passed when they decided to take a short break. They sat in an unlocked office.  “You’re drenched,” A.J. said, noticing Pepper’s wet T-shirt was plastered to her skin.

“What can I say? I get into my job.”

They both laughed. A.J. walked to the lockers and pulled out a spare shirt he kept there, and he handed it to Pepper. “It’s clean.” He assured her that, most importantly, it was dry.

Pepper removed her wet T-shirt in front of A.J. Her breasts were round, and her nipples were straining against the thin fabric of the bra she wore. A smile spread across his face as he licked his lips. No words passed between them. Nothing needed to be said. It wasn't planned, but things were escalating on their own. They weren't backing down. They both wanted this.

A.J. stepped forward and unhooked her bra, letting it fall on the floor.  He cupped one of her heaving breasts into his mouth. He sucked hard, pinching and pulling at the nipple with his teeth. Pepper’s breathing was becoming strained. It felt wonderful, and she hoped it wouldn’t end any time soon. She started playing with her other nipple while he continued to suck on the one, almost bringing her to the brink of an orgasm a couple of times.

She let her hand venture down his waist and into the front of his pants where she found his bulge straining against the fabric. One thing was certain: he had definitely gone commando tonight. He was a few inches bigger than Damien's five inches, possibly even wider. There was no way of telling while his growing cock was trapped in his pants. She unbuttoned his pants and slid them down to his knees. His cock, glistening with pre-cum sprang into action as if to say, “Here I am.”

Pepper guided A.J. into the office chair and took her place between his legs. She went down on her knees and started running her hands up his thighs. His cock was ready. Hard and strong, longing to be touched. She didn’t want to disappoint and mounted his cock with her mouth.

Her lips ran along the head and started slowly down the shaft, running her tongue down along the shaft as she reached the base. He was definitely longer than Damien as she began to gag when her lips touched the base of his cock.  Her eyes were filled with tears as she forced herself to go even farther down, forcing the back of her throat to open up. A.J. moaned in pleasure as he started thrusting his rock-hard cock into the back of her throat.

Pepper had one hand firmly around his cock while the other hand went exploring on his chest. Finding one of his nipples fully erect made her smile. It seemed to excite her that men showed some of the same reactions to being turned on as women do.

The saliva ran down his cock and onto his balls. The pre-cum tickled the back of her throat, and she pulled up to lick up the saliva from his balls, popping one into her mouth, sucking on it so tenderly and stroking his cock simultaneously. A.J. grabbed the back of her head and forced his whole ball into her mouth.

Pepper was wet, wanting to feel his masculine cock inside her, hoping that he wanted the same thing. But she never spoke her mind. Whatever happened, well, it was just going to happen.  This wasn’t planned. Maybe fantasized about, but never planned. She put the thought out of her head and went back to sucking his cock deeper down her throat this time. Now that her throat was open, deep throating was quite comfortable.

A.J. grabbed the back of her head again. Forcing her even farther down his cock. He began lifting his hips as she went down. Fucking the hell out of her mouth. He was going to cum. He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he had an actual orgasm while being sucked off. But here he was fucking a woman’s tender mouth who was old enough to be his mother. One thing was for sure: he would never doubt a woman’s age again. The thought of her age turned him on.  She was more of a woman than he had ever had. Most women talked about giving a man head. Pepper made it an art. It was obvious she loved sucking cock. Her tongue teased every inch of his cock, there were times she even raked her teeth across the skin, which sent chills throughout his body. God, she was sucking the cum out of him.

Pepper rose and put on the borrowed shirt while her bra and shirt dried. Everything was almost finished, and if they didn’t start now, it would never get done. They went back to work as though nothing had happened between them. The conversation was light, almost teasing.  It was getting late; they had only two extra hours to finish.  A.J. went up to each floor to grab whatever was left in the carts, so if any dishes were left, it wouldn’t be much. At least it would help the next utility person keep up, but knowing it would only last a couple of days before it became a total cluster-fuck again.

His mind still lingered on Pepper’s lips wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t believe he was getting hard again just thinking about her. Why hasn’t someone snatched this woman up? It was obvious she loved taking care of a man, and she really loved taking care of him. She loved sex, and she wasn’t dependent on any man. Damn, that was hot.

He went back into the kitchen. Pepper had already put away all the dishes, swept the floor, and was getting ready to mop. The skins were drained, and everything was in its designated place. Nothing was left to do.

Pepper went into the office where she left her bra and shirt. They were still pretty wet. The thought of putting on the cold, smelly clothes didn’t appeal to her. A.J. came up behind her and kissed the back of her neck. A soft moan escaped her lips. He put one hand on the opposite side of her face and continued kissing her neck. First, they started small, then he was sucking on her neck. He didn't care if he left a mark; who would know?

While standing behind her, he pulled her pants down and had her step out of them. He spread her legs wide open and bent her over the desk. He kissed his way down her back and toward her ass. He grabbed each cheek and spread her wide open, running his tongue along her hole down into her wet pussy. She smelled sweet. She was so unbelievably wet. He ran a couple of fingers along her slit, spreading her lips apart and inserting his fingers deep inside of her. He put his fingers into his mouth and licked off the cum.

God, she tasted good.  He began licking her in deep, long strokes with his tongue, making her gasp. “I’m going to cum,” she said, almost in a whisper, not even sure if he could hear her. He tasted the creamy cum on his tongue and pushed it farther inside of her. He couldn’t get enough of her.  His cock was throbbing in his pants, wet from the pre-cum oozing from the head of his cock as he ate her pussy.

He stood up and pulled down his own pants; his hard cock bounced hard against her skin. He guided his cock to her hole, which invited him in so willingly. She gasped so loudly. He pulled her hips toward him, allowing her to bend farther over. His cock nestled tightly inside her very tight pussy. His strokes were long and slow. The tightness of the walls of her pussy was overwhelming, something that he wasn’t expecting from a woman of her age. God, she felt good. Tight, warm, and wet, just like a woman is supposed to be. Her breasts dangled and bounced back and forth with the movement. Her nipples were tight and erect.

In that moment, he wished he were cloned so he could enjoy both sides of her body at once.  Her huge breast nestled in his mouth, while her tight pussy was clutching his cock as if she were hooked into it with some invisible force of nature. She was moving against his cock, taking control of how fast their music was going. She was close. He could feel the warm cum sliding down his cock and balls. But it wasn’t just about cumming for her. She wanted that orgasm, that whole orgasm that takes control of everything. Your body shakes, legs tremble, and it feels like your soul has left your body.

He grabbed her hair and pulled it back toward him. He leaned against her back and bit her on the backside of her neck. His teeth penetrated her delicate skin, and he sucked hard. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed as his cock became saturated with the warm fluid escaping her pussy.  She had her orgasm but surprised him with squirting as well. He couldn’t control himself and filled her pussy full of his own cum. As the ropes finally subsided, he pulled out of her.  She stayed pressed against the desk there for a few minutes, not saying anything, not moving. “Are you ok?” he asked.

“Yes, just catching my breath. It’s a little sensitive at the moment.” He smiled. He lowered himself to his knees and spread her legs wide open. He could see her gaping hole from where his penis had just been. He kissed it gently, then stood up.

“Not that I want this to end, but we might want to get out of here before security comes." They both redressed, Pepper still wearing the borrowed shirt and carrying her wet clothes in a bag. They left the kitchen.

Both were parked on opposite sides of the building. They parted ways like they did every night they worked together. Pepper sat in her car for a moment before starting the engine. Her mind replayed what just happened.

“What did he mean when he said that he didn’t want to end?”