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I work in an office, just doing pretty basic work – reception, data entry, that sort of stuff. I sit next to our receptionist, who’s a decently nice if overbearing old woman. Across from our desks is our shipping department, which is four women, one of whom is Erin.

Erin is just in her forties, has two kids, is pretty brash and talkative, single, and still has a great body even after two kids. She’s got a great face on her too, still looking great after forty-odd years. I’m single too, have been for a while, and me and Erin have all the time have something of a flirtatious relationship between one another. Once when joking about what would happen if she brought me home, she said ‘her kids would kill her’ if she brought home someone as young as me – we both laughed it off.

Erin smokes occaisionally, and all the time has a pack of smokes in her car. I smoke too, a lot more regularly than her, so we never really run into each other on smoke breaks. I had just run out of cigarettes as three o’clock was rolling around, and since Erin leaves an hour earlier than me, I asked her if I could bum a cigarette from her.

“Sure, follow me to my car i’ll get you one.” She said, and I accompanied her outside into the parking lot. She was parked on the edge of our pretty deserted parking lot, and opened the drivers side door, bending over to reach for her cigarettes.

“Nice view out here.” I said with a grin.

“Oh yeah? Like what you’re seeing?” Erin said laughing, turning her head to look at me. I gave her a thumbs up.

“Gonna do anything about it?” She said, wiggling her ass slightly and still looking at me. I blushed a bit but went for it, giving her a light slap on the ass, and she laughed again.

“I think the smokes are in my glove box, you better go around and get them.” Erin said, standing up and gesturing to the far side of the car.

“Uhh, alright?” I said confusedly, and walked around, opening up the passenger door and half sitting in the seat, opening the glove box to look for the cigarettes. “I don’t see them.” I said.

“Close the door.” Erin said, as she sat in the drivers seat and shut her door. I looked at her confused but obeyed, sitting fully in the seat and looking at her.

“You still single?” Erin said.

“Yeah, why?”

“Just checking.” Erin said, before reaching out and grabbing me on the croch overtop of my jeans.

“Woah.” I said, recoiling slightly.

“No?” Erin asked, stopping her hand.

“No, just surprised… uh… I don’t mind.” I said, and Erin rolled her eyes at me.

“Good.” She said, as she unzipped my pants and began to rub my cock over my boxers, I could instantly feel the blood rush down and my heart begin to beat faster. I let out a slight moan.

Erin smirked as she fished my hard cock out from my boxers, admiring it for a moment before she leaned over me and spit onto the head of my cock, making eye contact with me all the while. She began then to stroke me, and I let out another moan.

“You like that?” She asked.

“Y-y-yes.” I stammered, breathing harder.

She continued pumping away at my cock, occaisionally glancing around the parking lot to ensure that we were alone, and occainsionally adding more spit to the mixture to keep things lubricated. It had been a while since I had last had contact with someone sexually, so I could feel more orgasm building quickly.

“Are you getting close?” Erin said, stopping her stroking and looking at me.

“Yes! Don’t stop!” I breathed.

“You wanna cum for mommy?” Erin said with a smirk.

“Yes!”

“Say it.” She said.

“I want to cum for mommy.” I said with a breath of embarrassment and exasperation – and she began stroking vigorously. I could feel my orgasm welling up inside me, I was beginning to moan, and Erin leaned forward.

“Don’t cum on my car.” Erin said before holding her hair apart with one hand and clasping her lips around the head of my cock. I moaned at the sudden warmth as she continued to stroke with her free hand, and I bucked forward as I shot rope after rope of cum into Erin’s mouth.

She didn’t even gag, merely held her mouth there, slowly squeezing the last of my cum out as I sat there breathing heavily. I could see her contract in a swallowing motion before she sat back up and wiped her mouth. She reached into her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, handing me two of them and putting the pack away.

“Now get out of my car.” She said, putting her seat belt on and shooing me away.

I tucked my cock back into my pants, and zipped them up, hoping out of the car and lighting one of the cigarettes as my breathing returned to typical. Erin pulled out of the parking lot, and gave me a wave as she drove away.

NSFW: yes

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