I work in a distribution warehouse and am usually in steel toe capped boots, overalls and a layer of dust and hi vis. There aren't many women who work there, but luckily I can pull my weight. In fact, I pull many more times my weight on a pallet trolley as I pick and pack to go to shops around the UK. I never wear make up and my hair is always in a bun because safety first. I can't afford to get it caught in the racking and work can't afford to have one of it's best workers off sick. Or dead. Suffice to say that the lads I work with don't generally see me at my best.
That is, until the work's christmas do.
Imagine their faces when I walk in with my hair loose, long and curly, make up on point and in a red dress and heels that scream "fuck me".
Jaws picked back off of the floor, some of the lads tell me that their friends Martin and Dean are going to just love me. Apparently they have a thing for older women. I tell them I don't have a thing for younger men, but I am lying. I definitely have a thing for younger men. They're just so... eager.
Pints are imbibed. I may look like a lady, but I still drink like a navvy and swear like a docker. By the time we leave, Dean and Martin have arrived. Good looking guys. One dark haired and the other blond. One broad and muscly and the other lean and cut. Both with the cockiness of youth. And it is that cockiness that gets me wet. They both insist on sharing the same cab as me to the club and I sit in between them with a hand on one each of their legs. I am just drunk enough to want to turn them on, but still, first and foremost in my mind is that I am on a works do and I just want to get pissed up and have a laugh with the lads. If I can get some dancing in, then even better.
We get to the club and there is mistletoe everywhere. Martin grips my wrist and pulls me to him. Grinning he kisses me. Slow, soft, just the right amount of tongue. My knees almost buckle beneath me then he releases me. "Happy christmas sexy" he whispers in my ear then heads to the bar, waving at the lads and shouting the suggestion of shots. I take a second to orient myself and head over too.
The night is going well. I have kissed most of the lads on the cheek and danced with men and women. I am drunk, but jusssst the right level of drunk. I know what I am doing and I am having a great time doing it. I have almost forgotten the kiss with Martin. In the toilets, I pee then fix my make up. I shout "Do not ring your ex" at the woman in a stall who said quite loudly, "Fuck it, I am going to ring my ex." We stage an intervention and make sure she knows he ain't shit. He has never been shit, he will never be shit and she is a goddess who deserves better. Ringing the ex crisis averted, I leave the toilets and run straight into Dean. His black shirt has come untucked and his buttons are undone lower than they were at the beginning of the night. I can see the V leading downwards towards the promised land and he grins and winks at me.
Winks at me! For fucks sake, I don't know if it is the beer, the shots or the sheer audacity but I am weak for him at that wink and all I want to do is fuck him.
"Do I get a christmas kiss or what?"
I go to him. Again, for fucks sake. I never go to them. I always make them come to me. He leans down and kisses me so hard, biting my lip and growling at me and I know I am going to fuck him. It matters not that the winking is so cheesy, it matters not that I am his senior by more years than I want to let on, I want this cocksure, confident and damn it, sexy boy and I want him now. Then a voice from behind me purrs into my ear.
"This looks fun." and Martin is there, holding my hips and kissing my exposed neck.
If I was wearing knickers they would have been soaked by now. I am not used to behaving like this. I like it. I like that two men are kissing me outside the loos in a club that used to be a church. It feels irreverent. Wanton. Dirty. Then Martin reaches round me and gives Dean's by now hard cock a squeeze.
"Cab." I managed to mewl from between them. "Get a cab. Now."
The cab driver, no doubt alarmed at the drunk woman with two men all over her asked me if I was ok more than once. Yes, I was fine, I was more than fine, I was an older woman with not one, but two young men kissing her and occasionally each other in the back of a cab while we raced through the city, avoiding the work do casualties, sitting on cold steps with heels in their hands and mascara down their cheeks. We swerved more than once to avoid what the protagonists would call a fight tomorrow but looked more like wrestling and when one of the guys, I honestly can't remember which one, put his hand up my dress the cabbie grumbled to no one in particular how he couldn't wait for christmas to be over.
Then I was putting the key in the door. And we were tumbling through it, a mass of arms, legs, mouths.
Martin lifted me from the back, hands on my arse, arms cradling my torso from behind and licking my neck while Dean draped my legs over his shoulders and buried his face in my cunt. That cockiness was earned. He licked and sucked and listened to my body as I moaned and came all over his face. Martin put me down gently and slipped the straps of my dress from my shoulders.
"My turn" he said and nestled his face in my tits as he lifted me, placed me against the wall and got his cock out. Again, that confidence was deserved. His prick was as big as he was, fat and long and I wanted it. Before I could even ask for a condom, Dean was there with one in his mouth, which he then used to put it on Martin. I moaned again at how hot it was seeing Dean with Martin's cock in his mouth. I could not tear my eyes away. "You want this? Yes?" I nodded vigorously. "I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want this cock."
"Yes. Give it to me. Fuck me." and he did. Slid it in all in one go. Now I know it sounds a bit strange, but I love the feel of a condom inside me. It gets me so hot. The slipperiness, the smell, the residue, all so fucking sexy to me, so on a massive cock that knew what it was doing with the long slow strokes it was not long before I was cumming again while Martin kissed me. Tasting the moment he said. Still on his cock, he carried me to the bedroom, laid me on the bed and pounded me hard, grabbing my tits and squeezing my nipples while he did. And then he came, hard, deep into the condom. Kissing me softly he then withdrew and sat me up so he could get my dress off. He left my bra on though.
Then Dean was there, licking my nipples through the sheer material of my bra and parting my labia with his fingers so he could get to my clit and throbbing cunt.
"So wet," he murmured. "So wet." Then he put his own condom on while Martin lazily finger fucked me. There wasn't a moment in the whole encounter where I was unattended. Dean looked at me. Lean body showing where his shirt was now open all the way, trousers, shoes and socks discarded, boxers pulled down at the front so he should show me the long, lean cock that Martin was using his other hand to stroke. "Tell me you want it. Say please."
I gave him my best teacher over the glasses look and said "Young man, I demand you bring that cock over here and fuck me. Please."
He did not need asking twice. He bent me over the bed and fucked me from behind, expertly, not just banging away, but listening to my breathing, taking note of my positioning, hitting my g spot with Every Single Stroke. When I had cum yet again, he withdrew and asked "Arse now?" "Yes. Yes please" He eased himself in like a pro. No pain, he knew when to push and when to stop to allow my ass to expand. It was incredible.
Now, as I said at the beginning, I love younger men. I am what is known as a cougar, but the main reason is that I get a beautiful young thing, not set in their ways, that I get to mould as I teach them the ways of pleasing a woman. These two beautiful men needed no lessons from me. They played my body like a fiddle. Always asking consent before any new act and in a way that made it hot.
For instance, when Dean was in my arse, Martin asked "Can I fuck you too?" and made me say it out loud that I wanted both cocks in me. And I got both cocks in me. Fucking like pistons, a co ordinated shagging machine nd I couldn't get enough. After an hour or so we all collapsed on the bed, (it had been a long night) and we ordered pizza. When we had eaten it we fucked each other slowly, languorously, I got to suck those beautiful cocks and watch them fuck each other with them. There was kissing and stroking and many, many more orgasms. I even let them stay the night. What happened the next morning is a tale for another day.
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