"I'm trying to buy you out of it!" she snapped back.
"Sorry. I'll get a job elsewhere and just keep taking her out," he quietly said.
"I won't allow it!"
"How can you stop it? If she wants to see me she'll find a way."
Grace knew he was right. Teresa had ways of getting what she wanted, stubborn ways, just as stubborn as this young man's. "What can I offer you to make you see it my way?" she finally asked.
Alan shrugged. "Nothing, I guess."
Grace was in a panic. The little bastard was putting himself above the offer of money, he didn't seem upset about losing his job, what was his price? She stood up and walked to the window of the office. Slowly she pulled the drawstring on the curtain until it closed.
When she turned Alan saw the dead seriousness in her face as she said, "What if I offer you something better than my daughter?"
He knew exactly what she meant but asked anyway, "What do you mean?"
"I mean me." Her statement was level, serious.
"You?"
She removed, her suit jacket and undid five buttons one after the other down her white blouse. Without hesitation she opened the blouse to reveal the lusciousness of her bare, large-nippled breasts.
"Yes, me."
Alan stared at the soft, meaty tits and felt his cock growing swiftly in his swimsuit. They were absolutely beautiful jugs with pure white triangles of untanned flesh framed by the gold of her chest and stomach. The nipples were a lush pink and appeared pulpier than Teresa's. The breasts tantalizingly swayed before him.
"You mean…?"
"Exactly," she interrupted. "Promise me you'll leave her alone and I'll show you a time you never imagined possible."
"And my job?"
"You can keep that too. Just promise me you'll stop asking her out, stop paying attention to her."
Alan's cock was about to rip through his swimsuit and she knew it. It couldn't be missed. The thick spike was obviously aroused. Grace finally felt she was bringing the situation back under control. She didn't like the idea of screwing this young buck but he drove a tough bargain. If it meant getting Teresa back onto the proper social level it would be worth it.
"Okay," Alan said.
"Fine."
Alan watched as she walked to the office door and locked it. The swaying volumes of breast rocked from side to side but didn't once sag. Somehow her older body was turning him on much more than Teresa's ever did, perhaps it was the unusual situation, the cold businesslike attitude of Grace. Whatever it was, Alan realized he had never felt so eager, so hungry to get his hands on a body.
Grace smiled warmly now and let it be known the bartering was over. Any bruised feelings or hurt egos would be forgotten now that the time of pleasure had arrived. She stood beside the office sofa and kicked off her high-heeled shoes. Then she reached up underneath her skirt to expose the length of her long legs and grab the tops of her panty hose. She rolled them down the smooth, tan flesh of her legs.
As she undressed Grace kept a good eye on Alan. She liked his looks, his clean, simple manners and unaffected personality. He was a raw man without the complicated socialization of the men she was more accustomed to. No wonder Teresa goes for him, she thought, he's a breath of fresh air in an otherwise stuffy atmosphere.
While she unzipped her skirt she thought about Mr. Cunningham, Walter. Dear Walter, hard-working Walter. He was a doll of a man but boring. His world consisted of profit columns and production schedules Grace had no desire to understand or even ask about. And he seemed happy in his world of high finance, happy with his beautiful wife and daughter, content enough to not even be aware of his wife's extramarital activities.
Alan knew what her legs looked like, he knew what ninety-percent of her body looked like but now, now as she removed the endless array of garments it all seemed so different. The red lines around her waist where the panty hose had gripped gave her a human, vulnerable quality. The simple act of undressing before his eyes made Alan fidget with anticipation and a small amount of nervousness.
After all, he was about to join bodies with a fully mature woman of wide experience and some knowledge. The fear he might not perform up to par was undermining his self-confidence. He wasn't about to initiate a virgin, fake or not; no, this was a total woman.
Her high patch of ebony-black pubic hair glistened with health in her crotch as Grace sat on the sofa and smiled. She was waiting for him to remove his swimsuit. Alan's eyes traveled from her breasts to her crotch, to the sleek legs and back to the beige-pink nipples. He slid his hand inside his trunks and worked them over his erection and down his legs.
His nervousness flooded away the instant he realized Grace had moved. As soon as the flared, red head of his cock popped into sight Grace slid from the sofa to her knees and came to him like a praying sinner. Her mouth was wide open as she tilted her head up to engulf the dazzling beauty of his young, firm rod.
She sucked the meaty column into her lips with one-inch lurches and paused for air. Bit by bit she chomped down the length of his pounding-hot cock until it disappeared totally inside her. She washed her head back and forth to grate the head of the giant against her stuffed throat.
"Mmmm!" she moaned with total delight.
Alan's knees felt weak as she inhaled his cock with complete abandon. The sophistication had left Grace Cunningham with her clothes. Now she was nothing more than a woman going insane with desire for his cock.
He could feel her tits caressing his thighs as she energetically pumped her sucking mouth up and down. Her hands came up behind him to cup and snuggle into the crack of his ass. The thrilling shudders of joy rippled up and down his back as her fingers probed into his warm crack to find his asshole.
Alan didn't have a chance. Her index finger found the mark and started following the ring of his ass around and around. It felt too good for him to do anything but enjoy it. Then the probe dug inside the tight muscle and he felt her slipping deep into the exploding regions of his ass.
She sucked hard and pulled back with her teeth softly grating his cock as her finger dipped and twisted to drive him up a sudden wall. Alan's body went tense and she plummeted down hard on his cock just as it gushed. The thick honey of his balls filled her mouth, coated her tongue, ran in streams down her gulping throat.
She kept gouging with her finger as lurch after involuntary lurch came from Alan's hips. He swore he was still pumping juice in her mouth long after his usual climaxes ended. But the finger was driving him, causing him to make jerk after jerk into her sperm-dripping lips.
Grace took each glorious cram of cock like her mouth was a pussy. As he withdrew she sucked hard with her lips to draw all the delicious cream back to her gulping throat. She devoured him, licked hungrily at his scrotum as if she were urging it to pump out more of the delicacy, kissed up, down and around the glistening muscle.
Her finger slowly eased from the depths of his anus and Alan whispered, "Wow… "
She grinned. The spot of sperm on her cheek destroyed anything that was left of the overbearing boss-lady image. She was greedily waiting for more of the steel-hard pecker. Grace slowly rose, brushing her tits against his cock, his stomach, his chest on her way up. Finally she wrapped her arms around his neck and thrust the flat of her stomach against his. Alan could feel the soft fur of her cunt tantalizing his cock.
It was still up. Erect, stiff, ready. She wrapped a hand around the massive base and slowly urged him to the sofa.
"I want to feel this beautiful cock inside me," she said with a deep-throated voice.
She sat with her legs far apart, the gleaming red lips of her heated, wet pussy stretched up and out to give Alan a good look. It was the full-fledged cunt of a woman; strong, muscular tissue heaped alongside the folds of redness let him know she could work her cunt any way she pleased.