You're making me hard.

It's been close to 2 months since I started working at the new workplace, and I haven't gotten my usual office place fun.

It isn't that the women in my office are unattractive; it's just that work has really kept me so busy I hardly have time to go fool around, so to speak. 

In any case, there's this particular MILF-y manager who's my indirect report that's caught my attention; mostly because she has this habit of going around bra-less, and I kid you not. No doubt she wears dark coloured blouses on days she decides to let her ample breasts hang loose, it's pretty obvious when she's close by and you start to notice her perky nipples and no trace of a bra.

We'd take smoke breaks together, and thus far the discussions have been mostly around work, and once or twice, on her bra-less days, I've caught a hint of her nipples as she bent forward to loosen the strap of her heel, for instance, and with the top buttons of her blouse undone, I've found myself resisting the temptation of wanting to put my hands into her blouse and fondle her breasts.

She isn't exactly the prettiest face when you compare her to the younger girls, but she's still got that come-fuck-my-brains out look. I noticed a number of the younger guys at work have tried to get her attention, but she seems a little snotty at the junior execs and managers, and I guess it's a bit of a compliment when she seeks me out for our little smoke breaks. 

And it's also gotten a point that when the other guys see the two of us walking into the rooftop smoking area, they'd vacate the place so much so we would be on our own; and on days when the smoking place gets crowded, it was she who showed me an alternative smoking place right at the water tank area of the multi-storey carpark located at an annex to the building that's only accessible via a walkway at our level.

That alternative location would make for an ideal place for me to fuck her if only she'd let me on our little breaks, and god, how I'd love to! I've imagined myself going right behind her, kissing her on her neck, sliding my hand into her blouse, fondling her breasts and nipples, then hiking up her skirt to rub at her pussy, then sliding her thong off and taking mouthfuls of her...

Once or twice, I've found myself wanting to push up against her and kiss her on her lips as she stood so close; yet I'm wondering what's holding me back. Here was a woman who's a single mother, recently divorced from her husband, and hence a perfect target... but somehow I've been keeping myself in check.

Ordinarily, I would have just gone ahead and talk naughty to her to 'test waters'; at the moment, I guess it's the myriad of projects that's keeping me at bay. In any case, she's working with me on almost all the projects, so I guess there are opportunities aplenty.

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Side note: Grumpy Spinster, if those are pics of your ass in the background of your blog, I have to tell you that you've gotten my attention, and I'd love to pull those fishnet stockings off with my teeth. :P

Do I have to?

In so many ways, I wish I could go back to being her "baron" once more. 

I've had women come and go, but none like her: how her presence still lingers after all these months, and how much I remember every little touch, every little kiss we shared. 

I don't normally get sentimental on past affairs, but in this case, I'd very much like to have her around again-- not to make amends, but to have another go at truly making her happy. Honestly.

Back again.

Haven’t been blogging much lately because of a change in station: new job, new environment, new faces to manage, go figure the works.

Once I’m settled in, however, the new place feels like old times: an office with a view, me calling the shots, and of course, a bevy of lovely-looking sweet young things at work.

The one who caught my attention, however, was a dishy MILF-y looking one in her late 30s. Actually, I’m not really sure if she’s a MILF, but she did have that hot wife/mother look around her. She seemed to have a penchant for wearing lacy tops under her jacket, and I’d love to catch her one day without her jacket on.

We had a little brush on my second day at work when I found myself in the tight spaces of the pantry area on our floor just as she was making a brew. I found myself staring at the trace of her sexy tight ass against her skirt as she bent to adjust the strap of her heels, and as she straightened up, I walked into the pantry. We smiled at each other, exchanged pleasantries, and for because she stood in the way of the coffee sachets, I had to reach over, our bodies close for a moment, and I felt an impulse to just grab her and kiss her on her lips.

She smelt really nice, and there was that little fleeting silent moment as we stood in the pantry close, the sort of sexual tension you get when you know there’s a possibility between you and the other party...the possibility that would lead to something else if not for the fact we both were still in the physical confines of an office.

Since that day, it’s been the little game where we’d catch little looks from the other, and we haven’t really got to the lunching together or after-work drinks bit yet.

I noticed she’d work late, and that could be the opener: me hanging around the office deliberately after work, and then walking over to her room for a little chat. After all, I am technically her superior at work, so there’s nothing wrong with getting to know my managers right?

Only that, because I was the new guy around, I found a lot of getting together for drinks “with the boys”—never the women...yet.

There are the younger ones, of course, the easy lays I’d say, so long as you bother to pay a little attention to them. I thought I’d start with the dishy dame in the room just right across mine.

The thought of her bending over in that skirt, and the lacy tops under her jacket makes me just want to find a chance to get her close, take her clothes off and just look at her in her lingerie before proceeding to do what happens naturally to me in a situation like that.

And I wonder if she’s thinking likewise too.

Birthday pressies and such.

It was Izzy's birthday today, and my present for her was a brand new Samsung Galaxy S4-- her iPhone had been faulty for a while, and she had been thinking of getting a new phone. 

We were out at the yacht club where we had breakfast, and thereafter we boarded the yacht I'd chartered for the day. It wasn't like I'd intended it to be anything romantic or such; more of a means to have some privacy of our own for obvious reasons.

It'd been a cruise to the Southern Islands, and she'd spent most of the time dressed in the new bikini she bought. The crew guys were checking her out, and I don't blame them: Izzy's a beautiful young woman, and in a sense, the inner egomaniac in me was smirking in the knowledge that while the other guys on board found her attractive, I was the only one who'd get to fuck her.

And we did have sex quite a lot today. I suppose the presence of a crew meant we had to keep things down to plain vanilla sex with not much of the usual little kinky games, but it was still good, really.

**

It was after lunch, and after I'd presented the phone when she'd come and leaned up against me, her head resting on my shoulders as I kissed her softly on her neck when I heard her, in between her soft sighs, saying she'd decided to break up with the banker boyfriend.

She'd found him too "young" for her liking: he was the same age as she was, but of late, she'd realised she preferred older guys-- guys my age.

I didn't know if that was her way of telling me she was wishing there was something more between us, but this being her birthday, I didn't want to spoil her day and instead let her make-believe that this afternoon's time spent on the yacht was what could have been if we were indeed taking things seriously.

In any case, to me, it was one thing to have a no-strings attached FWB thing going on with a much younger woman like Izzy; serious relationships, on the other hand, would be something else altogether, and I do wonder if I would be able to keep up with the stuff the Millenial generation are in to. 

Anyway, it was a relatively nice afternoon out. I was supposed to meet Bru for dinner, but got a little tired and postponed the date.

I'd probably take the day off tomorrow.  

Be my sub.

Since Fifty Shades hit the scene, I’m pretty sure every guy out there wants to be a Christian Grey, and I guess women out there are looking for their own Grey-some adventures.

That, I deduced from what Izzy shared with me, and it appears some dude at the uni tried to coax her into becoming his own Anastasia Steele.

Except he doesn’t know of course she already has her own secret lover. Yet somehow, there was something fascinating and strangely erotic hearing her talk about how the other guy tried to charm her into becoming his latest conquest—especially if the revelation came as part of the tete-a-tete following our own tryst in bed.

Admittedly, she’d locked lips with him, and the dude had his hands up her skirt and rubbing at her most intimate parts. She’d gotten wet, and he’d probably had his way with her if not for the very anti-climatic moment of her phone going off, and banker-boyfriend was on the phone to ask if she’d been a good girl studying for her exams.

I found it all intriguing, yet such a huge turn-on at the same time: she was making out with another guy behind her boyfriend’s back, and afterward, being aroused but having pushed the guy away, she came to yours truly, and we had raw sex for both our pleasure.

There’s a little sense of jealousy I admit because she’s such a beautiful thing to have and to fuck, but nothing too serious, because we have our own little arrangements without her getting too sticky to me. I guess I’m just the easiest part of the whole picture, really, and I do enjoy the benefits that come along with it, even if just for a brief moment.

Meanwhile, I have in turn recently re-learnt just how nice it is to be a sub in my relationship with cougar-babe Bru. It’s all become a vicious cycle of kinky gratuitous sex, role-play, discreet affairs and marshmallow saccharine cuddling with the women I’m with all rolled into one, yet strangely there’s nothing complicated at all to the whole thing. I can’t explain it, really, but all I know is that there’s probably still room for some more, knowing me.

There are after all many more hours in a week than just fifty shades of one colour. *grins*

Afternoon at home.

I called in sick today-- rather ridiculous, since technically speaking there wasn't a need for me to at all given I run my own gig-- but in any case, given I was supposedly sick, I thought I'd take the chance to give Izzy a call and see if she'd come over to my place and take care of me. *grins*

And so she did, and you can pretty much guess how the rest of the afternoon went. She took care of me very well indeed, her in her sexy crotchless panties and no top. She was especially horny today, and I wonder if it's due to us making out on the same bed she knew I'd fuck J in-- somehow that turned her on a lot, and she ended up being every bit the slut I'd hope she'd be: deliciously wet cunt I didn't want to stop licking and tasting.

I came in her mouth, and again inside her for the two rounds we had sex (never one for us both), and she wouldn't stop kissing me as we showered together...and had round three in the shower. 

The young little lover's really getting inside my head a lot, I have to admit.

***

Izzy's into mixed martial arts training these days, and she was hoping I'd teach her given I do a lot of MMA myself. I obviously wouldn't say no to that, and I was thinking I might start her off on ground work in Brazilian jiujitsu like so:

...really nice, yeah?

Gym encounters

First up: when I said hello to the lady at the gym today, it wasn't because I wanted to get her attention because I was hoping to fuck her some time, even though I would given how tight her ass looked in her bike shorts, her pretty face and lovely tanned skin; instead, I was genuinely intrigued by the BH road bike I saw her parking outside the gym. 

I haven't seen a lot of BH bikes being ridden on the roads, and given my own Pinarello bike was parked right next to hers, we struck up quite a conversation, and rather timely too since coffee was in the order after my weights training and her step aerobics session.

If you want to fast forward your reading and wonder what's next hours later, no, we didn't fuck-- not yet at least-- but we ended up arranging to go for a ride together this Friday night, among other things we talked about over coffee.

I love women who are very at ease and confident about themselves, and I liked the way she'd tilt her head to one side, exposing the beautiful tanned skin of her neck as she flipped her long jet black hair back-- so inviting for a lingering kiss, I'd say. She's got a lovely smile and her dark eyes seemed to sparkle as we laughed and joked, and how I wish I could just reach over to pull her close to me, then pull her shorts off and hike up her top and just fuck her right in the open.

Even bigger a bonus was the fact that she wasn't the sort who had to rush off to work but could have the luxury of time at her hands since she was some kind of freelance designer. 

To be honest, I did notice her before at the gym, but I guess I was too caught up with Gym MILF--make that all the other MILFs I'd picked up-- to actually make my move. Odd that I'd try to strike a conversation because of the bicycle she rode.

I got kinda comfy around her, and I was having a great time just chatting her up when I realised I had a lunch appointment, and riding home for a change would take me about 2 hours, so reluctantly I said goodbye to her, but not before I gave her a quick peck on her cheek before going off.

She's quite a foxy one, and I'm just wondering if the night bicycling trip could prove to be something interesting come Friday.