Girlfriend's Busty Co-worker - Part 1 free porn video

I’ve been with my girlfriend for over two years now and she is a lovely woman. We get on well and she has a great personality but if I’m honest, her body doesn’t drive me mad with lust. She’s cool and we have okay sex but she’s overweight and it is more comfortable affectionate sex rather than dick stiffening, lust crazed sex. I enjoy the physical intimacy but it doesn’t excite me, if you know what I mean.

I guess if I look at it truthfully, this seems to have been something that I’ve had with all of my significant others. They’ve been good, fun women but they have been overweight and never been what I would call sexy. I’ve never been able to pick one up because she was so slim and walk around a room shagging them or look at them when they have got ready for a night out and thought ‘Wow, she’s a stunner, how did I manage to get that?’

When I see them naked, I’m not sexually excited and instead have a feeling that they are cute or that they are nice but never that they are sexy. I’m also a bona fide big boob guy and whilst one or two fleeting sexual encounters have had big boobs, none of my significant others have.

I concede that I’m no Brad Pitt and hence can’t expect to get the attention of Grade A honeys but I try to keep slim and fit and I’ve tried to encourage my current and previous partners to lose weight. But despite my gentle coaxing and hopes that at some point they might change or correct that one aspect about their appearance, they never do (despite some trying) and eventually it becomes too big of a problem and we part company.

Maybe it’s something in me? Despite loving to look at gorgeous women and wanting to be around them, maybe I just don’t have the confidence with the impressive looking women and take the lesser ones because they are an easier option. Like women being drawn to ‘bad boys’ because they believe they can fix them, I believed that my partners, with affection and encouragement, will transform into slimmer butterflies.

With two of them, I got to know them on the phone/internet before I actually met them and hence when I did it was too late to walk away for something as shallow as being overweight.

I was a pretty late starter who didn’t lose his cherry until I was 23. Not because it was a ‘special gift’ but because I couldn’t find anyone who wanted to do it with me. I worked a lot of hours in my jobs over the years, saved money, invested it in a failed business, lost my confidence and started all over again.

When at school and then moving into the big bad world, I had a small and close circle of friends but I lacked that larger group of girls and boys that many others have to allow them to learn to interact with the opposite sex. You know what I mean, that pool of people who have a natural ebb and flow of new entrants that give you the chance to chat to them without the need to artificially create an introduction.

Similarly I didn’t go to university and hence didn’t learn about approaching women in that slightly more equal environment.

Don’t get me wrong, I have tried with better looking women but invariably they don’t even look at me or if they do, they dismiss me as weird or a bit too much. Even when I do play it cool, I’ve never had a good looking woman that’s wanted to invest the time to get to know me. So when I get the easy dismissals and lazy analysis from friends that ‘I’m trying too hard’ or should ‘let them come to you’, I don’t seem to get anywhere when I don’t try or do play it cooler.

I think ultimately that despite me believing that I’m an okay, friendly guy who is funny and reasonably good company, the world doesn’t agree and hence I’m clearly just not capable of getting a great looking woman. I’m not doing the usual Incel response and blaming women.

Yes, they have their idiosyncrasies and stereotypes but I understand that they are all individuals and maybe it is just that the individuals that I’ve seen or been around have just been a certain way.

I’m confident now of who I am and what I believe in, I’m confident that I’m a good-ish person but I guess I just haven’t had what it takes to punch above my weight. And that unfortunately has left me with a gnawing sense of under achievement. A feeling of inadequacy that I’ve never been able to secure the affections of a real stunner or have someone that I could show off and be reminded that I’m shooting way above my league.

Is that me being horrible and terribly unfair? Yes, I guess it probably is. Have I enjoyed spending time with my partners? – Yes. Have I regularly talked about them to other friends and colleagues? – Yes. Am I embarrassed about introducing them in person to friends and colleagues? – Unfortunately yes because deep down I know that they, and myself, will be judged.

And furthermore, I recognise that the judgement that others will make about the attractiveness and weight of my partners, is the very thing that I’ve been trying to ignore and suppress. Hence I’ve run away from that and never wanted to introduce my partners to others or fully commit to them because deep down it will result in me having to confront the realisation that I just don’t find them sexually attractive. I might love them as a person and find them great to be with but I don’t lust after them as an object.

Naturally porn and the internet help me to suppress those feelings. Finding comfort or rather relief in the form of sexy videos and stories satisfies that angle of my desire but am I ultimately putting off or hiding what I know to be true? Should I really pass up on the benefits and support of fulfilling companionship because one small element such as physical lust isn’t there?

Is the pursuit of something that can be temporarily satisfied with a 30 minute search on the net worth being alone for? Is it childish and vain to seek validation from someone desired by many other men to make me feel special and worthwhile? Should I just be content with whatever I can get, because seemingly I don’t have the qualities to obtain anything better? These are seemingly questions that I have struggled to answer for most of my adult life.

So, after that rambling contextual background, my girlfriend works for a large corporate in the city and regularly talks about her work and her work colleagues. What they look like, what they talk about, what kind of people they are - the usual stuff. I’m always fascinated by this and always ask to help build mental pictures what the people look like.

If they are guys, whether she finds them attractive and if they are women what their bodies are like. I’m obsessed by big tits, which she knows, and my enquiries usually centre on that particular physical attribute.

There is this one woman that she works with called Laura, who sounds like she has the body that would make me go insane. Curvy, longish brunette hair and a “huge” (to quote my girlfriend) pair of tits. Apparently this woman dresses a little chavvy when going out socially yet always wears polo necks and pencil skirts in the office, which just accentuate her rack and curvy bottom.

Despite me asking for pictures, my girlfriend, although happy to joke about her and her work friends, makes a particular point of not providing any evidence of said woman. In a way, this adds to the intrigue and makes me suspect that she knows full well that my eyes would fall out of my head if I were to see her or meet her.

Anyway, I few months back my GF is staying at work late to go out for some drinks. She’s been talking more about Laura and seemingly befriending her and whilst I showed interest in their newly blossoming friendship, I didn’t question any more about her figure.

When it comes to tits, I only need one glance, one snippet of information, one simple ‘she’s top heavy’ to lock that Intel away on a woman for ever and I didn’t want to give the impression that I was obsessing about the woman.

I’m pottering around at home, playing on the Xbox, drinking cups of tea after a long week at work and I get a text from my girlfriend.

“I’m a little bit tipsy and heading home soon, can I bring home a friend? x.”

I had no idea who she was bringing but said that it wasn’t a problem. I quickly ran round the flat to make sure it was all tidy, the bathroom looking clean, washed dishes put away etc. and went back to my Xbox. Thankfully I’d showered when I got in from work and looked presentably casual in a coloured polo shirt and some grey tracksuit bottoms.

I got another text saying

“We’re hungry, do we have any snacks to munch, should be 30 minutes or so.”

“No problem on the food, see you soon x” I replied.

I popped the oven on and when ready threw in some chicken, sausage rolls, potato wedges etc. and turned the kettle on for the obligatory cup of tea.

When you come in after some drinks, everyone wants some picky bits and I thought this would fit the bill nicely. After about 20 minutes the intercom buzzer went and I sprayed on some aftershave, grabbed a chewing gum and pressed the door release.

When I opened the door I could hear some giggling on the stairwell of two female voices. One was my girlfriend but the other was a voice I didn’t recognise. This could be interesting I thought.

Around the corner turned my girlfriend followed by this very pretty brunette. Both women beamed smiles at me as my girlfriend threw her arms around me for a cuddle. After a sloppy kiss, Jo, my girlfriend, turned to her friend and said, “Laura, this is Tom.”

I felt my heartbeat begin to quicken as I realised that she’d brought home to me the work colleague that I had been secretly thinking of. Laura stepped forward and gave me a hug. I wrapped my arms around her to give her a warm embrace but refrained from pulling her too tight so as not to feel like I was trying to feel her body.

“Hey Laura, pleased to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you. Come on inside.”

"Thanks Tom"

She smelt wonderful and flashed another smile at me.

The girls kicked their shoes off by the door, which dropped both of their heights by a couple of inches and revealed that Laura was in fact shorter than my girlfriend. I took their coats and threw them onto the bed in the master bedroom and ushered them into the lounge/diner.

“What can I get you girls, have you had a fun night?”

“Have we got any tonic?” Jo asked, “I fancy another couple of G&T’s”.

“Yeah, I think we have,” I said as I fished out a couple of glasses and chinked in some ice.

As I prepared the two drinks, I watched as Jo showed Laura around the room, pointing out the various ornaments, pictures and the view out of the window.

This gave me a chance to have a proper look at Laura and my word she really was a stunner. About 5’2 with shoulder length hair. It was light brunette with little wisps of blond and parted in the middle. It framed a delightful face. It reminded me of a young Sarah Brightman with big green eyes, a slightly upturned nose and red lipstick defined lips.

She had a nice round bottom wrapped up in a dark grey pencil skirt and what looked to be a truly amazing pair of tits hidden beneath a tight-ish baby pink roll neck sweater. They were wide and round and looked firm as they certainly weren’t drooping down on her tummy.

She was probably a size 10/12 with some deliriously inviting curves and a truly impressive chest. Although they were concealed by the pullover, the round firmness of what must have been a 34G or H cup pair of boobs was a sight to behold.

Realising that I was staring, but not having been caught doing so, I continued finishing off the drinks as the two girls chatted away.

“Christ, what a body,” I thought to myself.

Jo had said that Laura had a young child but hadn’t had much luck with guys. To be fair, she looked like the kind of girl that only the brave, cocky guys would have the balls to pursue and they usually do treat women badly. Likewise, she had the type of body that you took one look at and thought (well I certainly did), I’m not surprised you’ve had a kid because anyone seeing you would want to own you, dominate you and impregnate you regularly.

The two women had collapsed onto the sofa and were talking about their night as I handed them their drinks.

“Give me a minute and I’ll get some food on the table.”

Leaving them to their gossiping and giggles, I returned to the kitchen and started to get the bits from the oven and put them on a serving platter. I could feel that my breath was a little short and noticed that my heart was still pounding from the proximity to this wonderful female specimen.

Her face was pretty, her hair looked like it would feel really soft in your hands and her body looked like it had been custom made for what I physically crave in a woman. I quickly opened a bottle of cider and took a couple of hearty gulps to try to suppress the guilty desire that was floating around my mind.

'Okay, calm yourself Tom, we’ll have some snacks, have a chat and then I’m sure we’ll just end up getting some sleep,' I told myself.

“Grubs up,” I proclaimed as I lay the serving dish down onto the table and retrieved the usual condiments from the fridge.

The girls jumped up from the sofa, and I caught the slow bounce of Laura’s breasts out of the corner of my eye as they moved over to the table.

“Oh wow,” Laura exclaimed, “just what we needed.”

I handed them some napkins and we sat at the table munching on the food and discussing what a good night they’d had.

Laura and Jo were getting on well and talking about the bar they visited, some of the guys in the bar and how they’d done some dancing when the DJ started dropping some tunes.

Seemingly these random blokes in the bar had seen them dancing and had come over to dance close to them.

“Did they try anything?” I asked Jo, looking at them both with mock outrage.

“Well they were pretty fit,” Jo said.

“Especially the one interested in you,” Laura added.

Jo blushed but I certainly didn’t have a problem with them getting attention in a bar. I’m about 15 years older than Jo, and I assume Laura, and understand that when out socialising guys are likely to hit on women. It’s part of life and as long as people aren’t arseholes, it can be fun and flattering.

“So what did they do?”

“Well just a bit of grinding,” Jo said.

“Was one of them black?” I asked knowing that my GF has a thing for black guys (and they usually have a thing for her bottom).

“They might have been,” she coyly responded.

“Interesting, show me how they danced and I’ll decide whether it crossed a line.”

With that both girls stood up and with a fit of giggles started dancing with Laura ‘acting’ as the guy. She pressed up behind Jo and rubbed her groin into Jo’s bottom. It was quite a sight especially when Jo leaned back into Laura’s chest which had the effect of pushing her boobs out to the side.

'God, they are so fucking big,' I thought.

The girls sat down, still laughing and panting and it was all I could do to drag my eyes away from Laura’s heavy chest that was wobbling as she continued to laugh. Noticing that their drinks were empty and wanting to keep them distracted, I grabbed their glasses and headed to the kitchen.

I heard Jo move down the hall to go into the toilet and then heard a voice right next to me.

“Are you trying to get us drunk?” Laura enquired.

Her eyes were twinkling from the effects of the alcohol and with body space perimeters considerably lowered because of that, she was standing far closer to me than one normally would when sober.

“Not at all,” I said, “just wanting to keep everyone properly hydrated. It’s important to keep up on your liquids if you’ve been on the sauce.”

“That’s not usually with more drink though. Jo was right, you are funny.” She laughed and swayed forward slightly which pushed her breasts into my upper arm. I felt the softness of her sweater and then the weight compress against my tricep, and enjoyed the feeling. She steadied herself by putting her hand on my back.

“Are you going to drink as well ‘cos it’s not fair if it’s only us two getting pissed?”

“Of course,” I said and turned round to head to the fridge. I don’t think she was trying anything with me but she didn’t step back as I did this and hence my arm and then chest rubbed past the end of her hard to hide boobs.

'Christ, they felt so good.' I thought as my brain calculated and then stored away the fulsome sensation.

The scent of her fruity perfume floated around me and an image of her spraying it into her deep cleavage earlier in the evening suddenly popped into my head. I imagined the source of the dizzying scent, moistening her skin and squashed between those warm mounds.

“Sorry,” she mumbled as her cheeks blushed and she stepped back.

“No worries, I was just gonna grab another cider from the fridge. Do you want another G&T?”

“I’ve had quite a few already but fuck it, what the hell,” she replied.

She moved to the dining table and sat down on a chair whilst I popped the lid off the cider, took a big swig and fixed her and Jo another drink.

“Did you do anything tonight then?” Laura asked.

“No, not really. I finished work late, had a shower and was just catching up on re-ordering my stamp collection and colour arranging my sock drawer.

She looked at me bemused and perplexed before clicking that I was joking and burst out laughing.

“What are you two giggling about?” Jo said as she came back into the living room.

“Nothing hon, just telling Laura about my tedious hobbies.”

“Don’t forget your movie buying and brass rubbing” she added as she collected the two G&T’s and placed them on the dining table for the girls to drink.

“Let’s put some music on and get this party started,” I said as I turned on the Xbox and selected a party tunes station.

“Yeah, come on,” the girls squealed in unison.

“So Tom, Jo tells me that you enjoy putting together a collection of killer shots when you are properly entertaining people.”

“Oh I see,” I said raising an eyebrow at Jo, “do you think Laura can handle that kind of fun?”

Good times by Roll Deep came on over the speakers and Jo responded with a nod and put her hand on Laura’s arm.

“It could get pretty messy girl, are you ready for that?”

“Hell yeah, I’m a big girl,” she proclaimed.

“Okay, give me two minutes.”

I left the girls talking about what shots they might like whilst I quickly darted into my bedroom. A quick spray of deodorant, a splash of aftershave and a trip to the toilet was in order.

Whilst I took a wee, I considered the situation. I could feel my cheeks getting warm, which was a mix of both the cider and the thought of Laura’s figure, which was the living embodiment of sexiness. The desire for big tits is ingrained into my very core and the thought of this giggling, sweet smelling, walking pair of huge tits dancing and drinking in my living room was causing jolts of electricity to course around my body.

Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t planning on doing anything and I love my girlfriend but that proximity to such a womanly creature was adding this deliciously exciting element to the night and I was lapping it up.

I finished up, washed my hands and bounded back into the living room as a David Guetta party tune came on the playlist.

As the girls gassed about something, I opened the cupboard and pulled out about twenty shot glasses of various sizes that I’d collected over the years. Then the fridge was open and out came the Vodka, the Whiskey, Baileys, Archers, Aftershock, Amaretto, Sidekick and the ultimate killer, Absinthe.

“Are you sure you want to smash this up,” I said to the girls as I started unscrewing the lids to the drinks and as Don’t stop the party by Pitbull dropped on the Xbox.

All I got in response was a loud proclamation of “Paaaaarty!”

Whilst I hit back some more of the sweet Koppaberg, I started to pour out a selection of killer shots.

“Come on then girls, let’s have some fun.”

They entered the kitchen area and looked at what I’d laid out on the counter.

“Oh my.” Laura proclaimed putting her hands to her chest in a show of mock concern.

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” Jo said to help raise the stakes.

Starting off was a shot of Strawberry sidekick (a simple appetiser), then a shot of Vodka, then a Baileys to cleanse the palette and then an Absinthe.

“Have you ever had Absinthe?” I asked Laura

“Err, no, is it okay?” she replied tentatively.

“Well Van Gogh liked it so much, he cut his ear off when he got bladdered on it, so I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Laura looked at me with wide eyes.

“It’ll be fine and here’s a glass of water if you need help.”

“Let’s stand near the sink,” Jo said “just in case.”

Having shots in a group can be a fun bonding experience, especially if it is tinged with a little danger or fear at how bad the shots might be or what their effects might lead to. I chinked the glasses as we started ploughing through the shots one after another. The sidekick slid down easily, the vodka was a little abrasive, the Baileys smoothed it off but the Absinthe punched hard.

“Wowser!” I exclaimed as the final shot worked its way down.

My eyes watered, the hairs on my arms stood on end and I clenched my fist. Laura was a trooper and hit back all four though the Absinthe caused her to close her eyes while her small hand rubbed her large chest. Jo similarly had her eyes closed as she titled her head to the ceiling, so I took the chance to watch the flesh of Laura’s boobs be squished all around her chest as she tried to rub the alcohol down her body.

It clearly had an effect on her body as I witnessed her nipples suddenly poke right into the soft fabric of her jumper. Jesus, if her tits weren’t astonishing beforehand, giving them a point of focus that I just wanted to grab with my mouth was literally too much.

Up to this point, they had been large orbs of flesh that were mesmerising but now they had suddenly become definable tits with chewable nipples that demanded to be sucked and licked and squeezed for as long as possible.

Laura suddenly opened her eyes and looked right at me. I don’t know if she clocked me devouring her chest with my eyes but I quickly looked up and locked eyes with her. They sparkled with life and she let out a “Wow!”

“Yeah baby.” I shouted clapping my hands together.

Jo high fived me and turned to Laura, “You all right girlfriend, I told you it would be crazy.”

“Okay, that was pretty bad,” Laura said.

Uptown Funk came on and the girls moved into the living room and started dancing around each other.

“What a tune,” they shrieked as they started gyrating their hips and pointing their fingers in the air.

I took another large slug of cider and considered what the next shots would be. I glanced over at the girls and couldn’t help but take another long look at Laura. She really was doing a number on my insides. The way she rhythmically moved to the music with her shapely bottom constrained by her skirt moving up to a crazily narrow waist before exploding out to such a healthy pair of jugs, was just insane.

It felt like my eyes were falling out of my head and I felt heat in my face as I feared that Jo could see me undressing and fucking her work friend. I steadied myself with some more cider and poured another twelve shots.

Laura whispered something to Jo and the two left the room to head along the corridor and into the master bedroom. Sorry for party rocking by LMFAO came on the playlist. I could hear some laughing and chattering from the bedroom, some deodorant being sprayed and the girls then reappeared and started dancing.

Jo had slipped into some pyjama bottoms and a long sleeved top whilst Laura had clearly borrowed another pair of pyjama bottoms and Jo had given her one of my plain white v neck t-shirts.

They both looked a lot more comfortable and apologised saying that they were getting a little hot. Laura looked even more delicious. I’m not skinny but my t-shirt clearly wasn’t designed for that kind of extra chestage and hence as the fabric was pulled tight across her bountiful breasts, it also caused the shirt to slightly ride up revealing her midriff and the peek of a delightful belly button.

The girls started dancing again and moving around the living room. The sight of Laura’s tummy was getting me short of breath. It was one thing seeing the curves, watching her move, smelling her perfume but seeing the soft skin of her belly that was just inches beneath a perfect pair of large tits was filling my head with so many erotic and sexual thoughts – all of which involved Laura and not Jo.

I could feel my dick beginning to fill with blood and my balls begin to tighten. Lust was genuinely taking over me and I needed an invisible friend to be able to turn to and say

“Can you believe how incredibly hot and fuckable this woman is?”

“Are we ready for more shots?” I said as I popped the lid off another bottle of cider and downed a healthy amount.

“God yeah,” they replied.

We crowded around the work top, chinked the glasses and crashed back another set. These contained Amaretto mixed with Baileys, a straight whisky, a straight Archers and an aftershock. For the last one, I got the girls to hold off and explained how they needed to drink the Aftershock.

“Okay, this is the Aftershock clock. Take the drink in your mouth and hold it there. Put the tongue to the roof of your mouth for 30 seconds and then push it to the bottom of your mouth for 30 seconds. Then when I say swallow, swallow it and immediately breathe in through your mouth while pursing together your lips (like a reverse whistle).” I helped to sell it by physically demonstrating it to them.

The girls collected themselves after the first three shots, I checked my watch and we put the aftershock in our mouths. I pointed a finger up as Laura and Jo pushed their tongues up into the mouth and held the liquid. After half a minute, I turned my finger down and their faces lit up as they moved their tongues down.

If it was anything like my mouth, their tongues were now tingling from the sweet cinnamon liqueur. I counted down with my fingers 3, 2, 1 and then motioned to neck it and then breathe in.

The taste filled your mouth and lungs causing a rush of blood to the head. I watched as Laura’s eyes widened, she waved her hand in front of her mouth and breathed in heavily causing her chest to mesmerizingly rise and then fall. She started coughing and I could see the upper swell of her breasts appear in the v neck of the t-shirt. She motioned towards the sink but stopped and composed herself.

Jo handled her one well but then swayed a little back into the counter.

“You okay babe?” I asked.

“Yep, all good.”

“How about you Laura, how are you feeling?”

“Yeah, pretty tipsy but having such a good time. That Aftershock was insane, is it stronger than the Absinthe?”

“No it's a lot less but I think it might have been my silly trick that made it worse.”

"It wasn't silly, it was fun and thanks for having us round, it's good to continue the night" Laura added.

“She had her mum looking after Emily all might, so I thought it would be fun to bring her round and continue the fun,” Jo chimed in.

“I thought you could run her home tomorrow if that’s okay?”

My heart quickened at the thought that Laura was staying over and that this buxom bombshell would be sleeping under my roof. I didn’t think anything was going to happen but just the thought that she might wash herself in my shower or sleep on my spare bed was enough to make my cock so incredibly hard.

The girls carried on dancing and I excused myself for another quick piss. To be honest, I had to arrange by knob. It was dribbling all over the place and becoming hard enough that I had to tuck it into the waistband of my boxers so it didn’t tent pole for everyone to see how turned on I was becoming at Laura’s ridiculous body.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Get a grip of yourself Tom, you’ve got a long term girlfriend that you love and you don’t need to jeopardise that. But Laura’s tits and arse and pretty face were creating reactions in my body that were hard to suppress. I was feeling alive in a way that I hadn’t for some time.

I’d give anything to feel her body underneath me. To feel her tits bulging out between my fingers, to grip the cheeks of her arse as I slid my shaft deep inside her, to chew her nipples as her back arched up towards me, to empty the entire contents of my body into her. Christ, I felt like I could cum there and then in the toilet without any form of hand stimulation!

I splashed some water on my face, waited to see if my cock would go down (which it wouldn’t) and then returned to the dancing girls in the lounge. Where them girls at - was playing and whilst they both rather tipsily gyrated to the tune, I moved into the kitchen.

“I think it’s time for more shots party people.”

Laura suddenly ran over to me, crushing into my arm.

“What are you going to make this time?” she excitedly asked.

I could feel her supple form pressing into me and felt the heat rise in my neck from both feeling her body and fearing that Jo would be looking over.

“Any suggestions?” I asked not wanting to turn my head as I could feel her breath on my neck and knew that to do so would put my lips about a centimetre away from hers.

“Surprise me,” she said as she playfully patted my bottom and trotted back over to Jo. Clearly the alcohol was working on all of us now as inhibitions and personal boundaries began to fall by the wayside. As the music continued and the girls danced along, I put together another collection of troublesome shots.

Another strawberry sidekick, a rum that I managed to find at the back of the cupboard and a Baileys to finish. Whenever I have the boys around, we usually ‘power load’ through this amount of shots, so whilst I thought I would still be standing (just), I wasn’t sure how Jo and Laura would cope.

I called them over and huddled round the sink, we sank them back together. The rum was a killer but they all went down and I could feel my stomach, and head, tingling at the alcoholic assault I was subjecting it to. Jo struggled with her shots and said she’d have to pass on the Baileys. Laura did all three with gusto and it seemed to act like adrenaline for her, as she started bouncing around to the music even more.

“Are you okay hon?” I said to Jo as she looked a little shakey. She smiled and indicated that she was fine.

“I might just sit down for a bit but don’t stop having fun.”

She walked to the sofa and collapsed onto it but kept her finger in the air moving to the music.

Destination Unknown came on and Laura let out a squeal.

“What a tune,” she said.

“Have you seen the video?” I asked, “It's mind-bendingly sexy. It’s the one with the girls in uniform playing the marching band instruments.”

“Oh yes, I remember.”

She then started to act out the movements of pretending to blow the trumpets, bang the drums and move her hips side to side. The dining area where we were ‘dancing’ was behind the sofa so whilst Jo moved her hand to the tune, I watched Laura move her body without the worry of being seen by Jo ogling her work friend.

Laura seemed to like the attention I was giving her and started to move her hands around her figure as she let the tune take over her body. Her hip movements were mesmerising and I watched as she trailed her fingers over her bottom, waist and then cheekily squeezed her boobs together.

She flung her head back to flick away her hair and stared intently at me. She winked, licked her lips and ran her hand down her neck, between her boobs which pulled the v collar down a little to reveal a deep inviting cleavage, over her exposed tummy and in between her legs. Her smile indicated that she was pretending to be ‘music video sexy’ but she was quite a natural at it.

“Fuck me,” I thought, “this woman is really something else.”

She turned around to face a dining table chair, grabbed the back of it and mocked marched on the spot. This bent her back and pushed her bottom out. The soft fabric of the pyjamas got trapped in her butt causing it to tighten and clearly define her incredibly edible cheeks.

The small of her back was exposed and all I could think of was planting kisses on it whilst I grinded my near exploding cock into the crack of her perfect arse and reached round to cup her fabulous chest.

I leaned back into the kitchen work surface and dropped my hands to cover my aching groin as I felt the tip coming free from the waistband of my boxers and thought it might spring forward highlighting to her how ridiculously horny I was.

She laughed as the song came to an end and I took another swig of the cider and walked over to look over the back of the sofa at Jo. Amazingly she’d gone from being pumped up, to lying down and then falling fast asleep. I ran my hand over her forehead and looked back at Laura motioning with my hands that she was asleep.

“What a lightweight,” she joked.

“Yeah, she’s not been sleeping great recently, so I guess the shots must have had a big effect. How are you coping?” I said as I moved back to the kitchen area.

“I’m not gonna lie, they were pretty strong and I feel a little funny but also great. It’s been a long week and it’s nice to cut loose a little bit if you know what I mean. I also feel quite hot,” she said as she flapped the collar of the t-shirt.

“Yeah, I haven’t got the heating on but I think the alcohol might be warming us up. Do you want another G&T?”

“Maybe one more please.”

“So Jo says that you’ve got a little girl, how old is Emily?” I said moving back into the kitchen and as Eric Prydz’s Call on me came on.

“She’s 5.”

“And it’s just you looking after her, that must be tough.”

“Yeah, things didn’t work out with the dad and he bailed but I manage.”

“It must be hard having any form of social life as I imagine parenting can be pretty tough when you are what, 26?”

“Yeah, I’m the same age as Jo. A lot of my friends are footloose and travelling and stuff, which can be a downer, but my parents help with looking after her and hence when they do, I try to maximise my time out.”

“You’ve got a really nice place here,” she said, “Jo’s lucky to have found you.”

“Well I don’t know about that. I think I’m the lucky one as I’m so much older but Jo’s a good girl. I’m glad you like the place. I hope tonight hasn’t been too full on or you think I’m a bit over the top for someone of my age. Maybe I should have got us some slippers and some wine but I’ve only got one pair of slippers and I don’t like wine!”

“No, I think it’s been great,” Laura said, “Jo said you were young at heart and like to have fun and I’ve loved that.”

“Live for the now,” I said as I handed her the G&T and chinked the glass with my bottle of cider.

As she took another swig, I glanced at her chest. Man it was so big and so inviting. Jo was asleep on the sofa but I knew I wanted Laura so badly. She had the body I’ve always desired in a woman and combined with the alcohol flowing through my veins and testosterone pooling in my balls, I would have done almost anything to own it, touch it and dominate it this evening.

This would not have been a good time for the devil to have shown up because I would have made any pact with any consequences with him to put my hands on this vision.

Dirty came on the mix and as Laura moved to put her drink down on the table, she started sliding her hips from side to side. Her hands moved up from her waist and into the air while she slowly lowered herself until she was squatting on her haunches. She started bouncing up and down demonstrating incredible thigh control whilst her arms moved like some kind of snake charmer.

She moved back up and turned round to face me. With her hand resting on the waistband of her pyjama bottoms she started moving around like a belly dancer, clearly signalling to me what a sexual creature she was.

I smiled at her and drank some more cider to prevent my mouth from drying out.

“Are you going to dance or just watch?” she asked.

“The watching is nice but yes, I’ll bust a few moves when my ‘set’ comes on.”

“Oh you tease,” she replied and resting against the back of the sofa lowered herself down again. In perfect time with the song, she put her hands on her knees and pulled legs apart and then closed them.

“That’s impressive,” I said.

I could really begin to feel the air fizzing with the chemistry that something might happen and as much as I wanted it to, the sudden realisation that it could happen unnerved me.

At that point, Jo raised her hand in the air and I went over to see how she was doing.

“Are you alright sweet pea?” I asked.

“I’m sleepy,” she responded, “can you see me to bed?”

I helped her off the sofa and she smiled at Laura as I put my arm around her.

“Those shots hit me hard, I must have had way more than you guys.”

“I think you did,” I said trying to make her feel better.

“I’m just going to rest my eyes but don’t stop the party people.”

“We won’t hon,” Laura called out.

I walked Jo into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Pulling the covers over her, I told her that I would just get some water for her.

“Tired thing,” I said to Laura as I got a large mug of cold water and a straw, “back in a moment.”

Jo was dozing and I propped her up and held the straw in front of her mouth.

“Take a big glug of this babe to help with the hangover.”

She drew down a big load and then motioned the straw away.

“I’ll put it here on the bedside table.”

“Sorry for flaking out,” she muttered.

I swept the hair from her forehead and gave it a kiss.

“No worries hon, I’ll keep Laura entertained and you get some rest.” She patted my hand and rolled over to start almost immediately a light little snoring.

I slowly closed the door and turned to start towards the lounge/dining room. I didn’t plan to do anything but my mouth was dry, my hands were shaking a little and my cock was fit for bursting. I hadn’t had sex with Jo for like 3 or 4 weeks and I hadn’t ‘relieved’ myself for over a week.

I’ve been a daily wanker for over 30 years and it literally only takes 3 or 4 days for me to build up a huge load so to say I was on a hair trigger of lust and sexual longing was an understatement.

“Is she okay?” Laura asked as I walked back in the room.

“Yeah, she’s cool. I think the shots and the long day just zonked her out. Are you okay, you want a tea or something more chilled like a proper Bailey’s or something?”

“Umm a tea later sounds good but I’m still loving the tunes.”

“I’m gonna grab some water to stave off that dehydration hangover,” and poured myself a pint of cold water. I necked it quickly hoping that it might cure the rising temperature in my cheeks and the nerves that were creeping into my stomach.

Why was I getting nervous, nothing was going to happen, just keep calm I told myself. I felt like a naughty schoolboy summoning the courage to have his first kiss behind the bike shed but laced with a feeling of guilt that I physically wanted someone when I had my emotional needs satisfied by someone currently sleeping in my bed.

Get a grip Tom, you’re assuming that she wants to do something with you, a hot sexy busty 26 year old does not want to be mauled by a 41 year old man. You’re not great looking, you’re slightly overweight, you aren’t ripped and you aren’t loaded with cash. She could get attention anytime she goes out so the notion that she’ll want to do anything with you is ridiculous.

I finished the water and moved into the dining area. Born this way by Lady Gaga came on which is a belter of a track and I let the music take me. I might be older but I can still bust some moves and it really is such a good track. Laura laughed in delight that I was joining in.

I started moving my hips and pumping my arms in time with the cracking beat. Dancing is a ridiculous thing but I’ve always enjoyed it and if you are going to do it properly, you really just have to commit so you might as well pull a funny face and sing or mime along.

Fuelled with alcoholic confidence, the eyes of a hot young woman and a burst of energy, I really got into the tune pulling off a range of moves. Laura seemed to up her game and we were both moving round the room with increased energy. Born this way faded out and Gangnam Style came on.

“Oh god,” I said, “what a banging mix this is”.

I started laughing as the beats of the killer Korean tune filled the living room. We were both ‘creating some shapes’ and beaming at each other as we tried to one up the other in our routines. I moved slightly closer to Laura and the dancing provided a great opportunity to watch her body moving underneath the fabric of her t-shirt and pyjama bottoms.

Her brunette hair twirled around her shoulders as she twisted her head and her big green eyes sparkled. Her large chest seemed to move independently of her body as if the gravity for them couldn’t keep up with the movement of the rest of her body. I would get flashes of kissable midriff that showed her belly button and that delicious line that you sometimes see when the t-shirt would pull up as her breasts lifted up and then flashes of deep, rich cleavage as the t-shirt would get pulled down.

To her credit, she certainly knew how to move to the music and wasn’t limited to the banal side step shuffle that many do when a decent tune comes on.

‘I’m sexy and I know it’ came on next and we both gave a little cheer. I slowed down my movements and started acting over the top sexy. I strutted round Laura and then leaned back against a wall, pulling a leg up and doing a model catalogue pose up at the ceiling. Laura watched this and then marched over to me. She stopped an inch from my body and then slid herself down me.

I felt the compression of her heavy breasts trailing a path down my arm and chest and then down my leg as she wrapped her arms around my thigh. How she didn’t accidentally brush my rock hard cock was beyond me. I put my hand on her forehead as she looked up and then pushed her away to strut over to the sofa. She faked falling over, rolled up onto all fours and then stalked towards me like a cat.

I looked away maintaining a blue steel sexy pose and she stopped at my feet and then ran both her hands up my legs. Her hands got to my waist and as she went to get up, she stumbled forwards, pressing her face into my stomach and her chest into my groin. The tip of my cock slipped out of the waistband of my boxers and she must have felt it spring forward and force itself between her breasts.

I instinctively reached down to steady her and pull her up towards me. We were both laughing and I could feel her jiggling boobs against my upper chest. I looked down at her, she could only have been about 5ft 2 compared to my 6ft, and that just intensified my lust even more. For me there is just something about smaller women that evokes some primordial feeling of protection and alpha male in me.

My arms were around small waist, her hands were resting on my chest and her eyes seemed to twinkle as she looked up at me. I could feel virtually every inch of her soft curves pressing into my body. I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to rip her clothes off, I wanted to bury my face in that warm welcoming cleavage and I wanted to slide my ridiculously hard cock deep inside her.

It must only have been a second, yet it felt like an eternity, before I released my hands from her waist and she lifted her hands off my chest. My heart was thumping hard and I could see that her cheeks were flushed. We both recognised what had happened and I hoped that her body was telling her or rather willing her the same things that my body was.

She stepped back and smiled.

“God, you’re so much fun, you should come out all the time with us.”

“What an old man like me, I wouldn’t want to show you youngsters up.”

“Oh I think I could keep up with you,” she replied and gave me a wink.

“I’m sure you could,” I responded as I moved over to the table to grab a cold sausage roll and another drink of cider. Another tune dropped – Enrique Iglesias, I like it – and we both continued moving our bodies in time with the music.

I could taste the drunken energy in the room. It was a mixture of naughtiness, sexual energy and danger. Jo was sleeping just down the hallway and a knot of guilt was forming in my stomach but the tightness in balls was out of control. A million thoughts raced through my head.

If we did something, would it be a one-time deal, would everything I had with Jo be smashed and on the floor, was it worth giving everything up to put my hands on this incredible creature.

The heady cocktail of alcohol and lust filled attraction was bubbling through my veins. It was filling my cheeks with colour, my brain with acts of sexual depravity with Laura and slowly removing the in-built restraints of being in a relationship. The ramifications of what anything would mean tomorrow felt like an eternity away and the inebriated devil on my shoulder was whispering dirty thoughts to me.

“Look at those massive tits with those juicy nipples,” he was saying. “Look at that small frame, that narrow waist and that cute bottom dancing around your living room. You deserve to have that. Jo can’t offer you that and no woman has offered you all of that. Okay, some women may have had a part of what she had here and another part of what she had there, but never the full package.”

“You’re a good guy, you’ve been nice to her, she’s coming on strong and you’ve got needs. She’s funny, she’s cute and she’s got a killer body. Seduce her, dominate her and own her.” He whispered to me.

Why couldn’t I have met Laura when I was single I thought, though of course the reality is that I would never have met her without the connection of Jo. Likewise I was aware of the attraction that not being able to have something brings and hence I was certain that someone like Laura would never look at me in a club or bar if I was out looking for a date.

I took a look at the clock and realised that it was 12:30

“Maybe I should turn this down,” I said as I picked up the volume controls “and maybe we’ll bring it down a few notches.” I flicked through some of the mixes on YouTube and put a chilled trance set on. Saltwater by Chicane came on.

“Ah nice tune,” I muttered.

“Are we ending the party?” Laura said looking a little sad.

“Oh no, just gotta worry about the neighbours. I’m in no rush to hit the sack so the night is still young as far as I’m concerned.”

Laura smiled “Oh cool.”

“I’ve always been a bit of a night person so I’m sure you’ll be nodding off before me. When Jo hits the sack she’s dead to the world so it’s normal for me to be pottering around, looking on the net, playing on the Xbox, watching Netflix until the early hours.”

“So, do you want that cup of tea or maybe a Baileys?”

“Let’s go for a Baileys please.”

“Good choice,” I replied as I fished out two glasses, popped in some ice and poured a couple of very healthy measures of the cream liqueur.

I handed her the drink and she took a solid swig.

“Umm, that’s nice.” she purred. I refilled her glass and motioned over to the sofa.

“Let’s take a seat and take the weight off our feet after all that dancing.” We moved over to the sofa and after putting our drinks on the coffee table, flopped into the respective corners of my comfy leather sofa.

“Ahh, that’s better,” she said, “Can you pass me my Baileys please?

We both drank the ice cold Irish whiskey and felt our bodies relaxing.

“So Tim, Jo says that you like your films.”

“Tim? Who is Tim?” I asked.

“Oh sorry, I must be more drunk than I thought,” Laura replied tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Yeah, I’m a bit of movie geek if I’m honest. I just love firing up my imagination and being able to get away from it all in a film. I’m not trying to escape reality or anything but I do like a good story and good characters.”

“Do you get much time to watch films, maybe with your little one?” I asked.

“Do you mind if I put my feet up” Laura asked as she swung her legs up and rested her feet in my lap.

“Go for it,” I said even though she already had.

“Yeah, I watch some of the Disney kiddie films with her but don’t really head out to the cinema.”

“What about all the dates you must go on, surely that’s a good time?”

“What has Jo said, I hardly have any of those.”

“Oh, I just assumed you know, pretty woman and in this day and age of Tinder and Bumble, you’d be swamped. I thought it was piss easy to get dates and easy sex nowadays.”

“Umm, everyone says that and you’d think it might be but there’s a lot of weirdos out there and besides saddled with a kid isn’t everyone’s dream date.”

Without thinking, I started to rub her feet with my hands just like I always do with Jo. I suddenly realised what I was doing and slowed down the movement to pull my hands away before Laura said,

“Oh god that’s nice, please don’t stop,” with a look of contentment on her face.

I was conscious that I’d willingly broken the contact hurdle and felt my tummy begin to tingle at the excitement of laying my hands on her. As I rubbed and caressed her sock covered feet she asked me,

“So what kind of films do you like then?”

“I’ll give most things a go but probably horror, sci fi, action etc. I do love a good Marvel film.”

I started to really grind the soles of her small feet with my thumbs. Laura laid her head back and I looked at her womanly body. The t-shirt was doing an admirable job containing the pressure of her impressive chest and her midriff was exposed. The skin looked so soft and was inviting me to put a hand on there and then slide it up.

Her legs were shapely and I moved my hands up her calves squeezing her flesh and muscles as I did.

“Your hands are so good,” Laura mumbled.

“I’m better with necks and shoulders.” I replied.

With that, and before I had a chance to say anything, Laura slid off the sofa and sat on the floor in front of me.

“Okay,” I said quizzically.

She reached for her Baileys whilst I swung my legs over her head so that I straddled her from behind. She pulled the hair from the back and round to the front so I could lay my hands on her bare shoulders. I slowly started to knead the skin and could feel the tension in her shoulders.

“Umm, this is great,” She said “Baileys and a neck massage. Jo said we’d have fun but I never imagined shots, drinking and then a proper massage.”

“Well I do try to be the hostess with the most-ess,” I replied.

I worked from her neck and out to her shoulders feeling the muscles begin to relax under my stimulating pressure. I ran my hands down the tops of her arms and then pulled her shoulders together. I then moved my hands back to her shoulders and rubbed up her slim neck and onto her head. Her hair smelt wonderful and felt so lovely and soft.

Offshore, another Chicane track came onto the mix.

As my fingers traced little paths around her scalp causing her head to loll around in time with my movements, she rested the Baileys down and then slid a hand under her t-shirt. I wondered what she was doing and then realised that she was sliding her bra straps off so that I could fully rub her shoulders.

“You’re quite tense here,” I said, “when was the last time someone gave you a proper massage?”

“Oh not for an age. My shoulders do get pretty knackered what with the straps for these big boobs.”

I felt a rush of excitement as this was the first time that we’d actually discussed one of Laura’s most amazing features and I was keen to continue on the topic but not overplay it.

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