Although there is no shortage of attractive young women working at my company, lately I've been oddly turned on by a much older woman, who goes by her initials 'C.J.'
C.J. is amazingly fit and youthful despite getting on around 60, with beautiful blonde hair, nice and soft, not all lacquered and that, standing about 5'9' with long toned legs and a perfectly tight bum, both of which are highlighted by her penchant for tight-fitting capri pants. Though her face may seem a bit dour at first, what a beautiful, sunny smile she has! I've actually been standing-to just seeing her pass by.
Well, last night I was engaged in my usual bedtime routine watching internet porn, but I couldn't stop thinking about C.J. and how hot she looked yesterday on her noonday walkabout in a tight black tee-shirt and extremely tight white capris. Clever bird even matched her bobby-sox to her shirt.
I was already hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum, so I shut off the computer, got into bed, and imagined her right there with me, her golden hair brushing across my face, her long slim legs wrapped around me, her soft hands on my steel rod, swelling it bigger than ever... it never before felt so big as I squeezed tightly from the base and stretched it as far as I could...although I was still picturing C.J. in my mind, I became physically overwhelmed with a sense of phallic power.
My eyes were shut, as I knew if I looked I'd be disappointed at not being as big as I felt, and not shooting nearly as far as I once could. But the power that welled up inside was incredible, and the surge of energy was just indescribable as I gripped the shaft and felt the hot blasts of cum rocketing out with an urgency that was almost painful, until I was completely spent, and just lay there dazed out of my wits for a long while. Finally I rolled over and realised the puddle of cum was up to my shoulders. Egad! If only C.J. had been there to enjoy it too...I suppose she was, in a way...