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During my senior year of high college, I worked at my church on the custodial staff on Saturdays and a few afternoons a week. During the week, the full staff was there, but on Saturdays it was just my coworker Lynn and I.

We go to know each other pretty well and got along. Saturday was a slow day and we’d probably end up doing an hour or two of real work and just chat or read the rest of the time. The Saturday before Valentine’s Day, we were doing just that.

“So you got any fun plans?” Lynn said.

“Nah, I’m not really seeing anybody right now…” I said. “Just staying home and playing video games or something. How about you and the hubs?”

“Oh gosh no…we haven’t really done anything like that in a while,” she said. “When you get older, some of that stuff just gets to be more trouble than it’s worth.

“Fuck, seriously!?” I said. “That is lame, not even a little…”

I made a small fist pumping gesture that made Lynn go bright red.

“Ha!” Lynn said. “I’m not holding my breath.”

“Really!?”

“Yeah, just not a lot of passion…” she said. “Getting old sucks.”

“Sounds like it!” I said. “Too bad you are married…we could, ya know, throw each one for Valentine’s Day.”

Lynn turned even redder and laughed out loud.

“Yeah, sure,” she said. “I’m old enough to be your mother you know.”

“I know,” I said. “Nothing wrong with older ladies.”

I winked at her and grinned and she laughed more. I wasn’t being completely serious, and she picked up on that.

“Well, let’s get back to it before you embarrass me more,” she said lightly punching my shoulder.

“Yes ma’am!”

We returned to our work, half heartedly, and about 45 minutes before we were off, Lynn came up to me. She was acting a little shy and seemed to have a hard time saying something.

“What’s up?” I said.

“Oh, nothing…I’m wrapped up, how about you?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty much finished,” I said.

“That’s good, that’s good,” she said with a slight quiver in her voice.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah…ugh, I just need to say something, but I’m having a hard time!” she said. “Earlier, were you 100 percent joking?”

“About what?” I said.

“About…you know…throwing each other one?” she whispered.

“I was kidding around,” I said. “I’m sorry if I crossed a line and made you feel weird.”

“Oh no…it’s not that,” she said. “Sorry, I’m being stupid!”

“Wait, are you asking if I was serious because you want to…” I said.

She quickly nodded. My heart skipped a beat, was I seriously about to get this lucky? I mean Lynn wasn’t some MILF goddess or anything…but pussy is pussy.

I looked right into her eyes and said:

“Let’s find a place, come on.”

We went upstairs and went to a corner classroom at the end of a hallway. Nobody would disturb us. We sat right on the hard carpeted floor next to each other with a tinge of awkwardness in the air. I made the first move and leaned over and kissed her cheek before turning her head to me and kissed her lips. She started reciprocating and before long our tongues were dancing in each others mouths and my hands started exploring her chest and leaning her back on the ground.

She undid her pants and I grabbed them and her panties and slid them down her thick thighs and tossed them apart. She clasped her legs together, still embarrassed.

“I don’t know…” she stammered. “Maybe we just stop with a little making out.”

“Come on…let me give you a little Valentine’s Day present,” I said, kissing her knees and slowly parting her legs with my hands.

I looked right at her crotch…her full, dark bush and soft, large labia that was already glistening with her feminine juices.

“Oh my god…don’t stare, it’s so embarrassing!” she said.

“Don’t be…you have a beautiful vagina,” I said and began kissing down the inside of her left thigh until I reached her pussy. The mix of sweat and womanly fluids was intoxicating as I began to lick and Lynn started squirming and breathing heavy.

“Oh god…that feels amazing,” she moaned.

I began pushing on her clitoris with the broad part of my tongue over and over making her squirm even more. She began humping my face faster and faster until I felt her spasm on my face and let out a low moan. Her face screwed up like she was screaming but only a few chocked breaths and moans came out. She settled back down and was breathing heavy, her face red.

“Wow…that was…intense,” she breathed. “It’s really been awhile!”

“Glad I could help!” I said, positioning myself between her legs, my cock rubbing her freshly licked womanhood.

I slowly slid in, feeling her pussy stretch around my cock, she was gushing wet and the warm sensation was heavenly.

“Fuck…you feel amazing Lynn,” I groaned.

She giggled and bit her lower lip and I started pumping her slowly at first, then increased rhythm. She breathed heavy in sync with my thrusts, with the occasional light moan escaping her. It didn’t take long before I felt my load building and I quickly pulled out and shot all over her dark green work polo she still had on.

“Woah!” she said. “A little warning next time!”

“Sorry!” I said.

She laughed, face red and sweaty. I kept lightly pumping inside her, she was still drenched and my cock wasn’t going down, so I started my pace up again and went for round two. I came again on her polo, by surprise.

“Look at this mess!” she said, laughing. “What I’m I going to say when I get home?”

“You work as a janitor at a church…you are going to get messy right?” I said.

I got up and we both got our clothes on, cleaned up and went to clock out. We said goodbye and I gave her a kiss and wished her a happy Valentine’s Day and patted her butt. She grinned the whole way in the parking lot to her car and I loved watching her get in and head home with those cum stains all over her shirt.

NSFW: yes

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