Driving down to the Head Office, I’m considering how lucky I am now working for myself, and acting as a consultant to several local firms. Gives me the freedom to come and go as I please, no rush hour traffic, no direct boss, and everyone is usually pleased to see me. It also affords me the chance to meet a variety of women - in short, it keeps life interesting.

And where I was going now, was no different. I’d been working on their behalf for several months now and always looked forward to seeing and exchanging a little harmless banter with the switchboard girl that worked on reception. In her mid-twenties, I’m at least twice her age, and should know better, but I simply can’t resist flirting when I meet a beautiful woman, regardless of age.

And she certainly was a beautiful, dusky maiden, ‘my very own Catherine Zeta Jones’, as I often gently ribbed her, as not only did she share the name with the star, but she was also Welsh and strikingly similar in appearance..
“And you’re my very own Michael Douglas!” she would reply, our reference to the glamourous Hollywood Couple, though apart from our ages, I had very little else in common with the Hollywood Star.

It was a lovely summer’s day, and driving through the town to the Offices, I enjoyed watching the confident and beautiful young business women walking around town in their more revealing summer outfits. It felt good to be alive.
Parking up my car in space reserved for my visits, I check my appearance in the window’s reflection, as I press the key-fob and lock it. Striding up to the door, I catch my first glimpse of Cathy.

She’s on the phone talking to a customer, but gives me a sexy smile and flirty little wave with her fingers as I stepped into the Foyer and my heart skips a beat. Leaning over the reception counter, I’m struck by how sexy she looks today. Deep red lipstick, contrasts with her dark, black, flowing hair, and the tight white blouse she has on has the top two buttons undone, revealing some tantalising cleavage. If only…

Putting the phone down, “Morning John, how are you today?” she asks her lovely sing-song ‘Valleys’ accent.

“All the better for seeing you!” I reply. Yep, I can be as corny as the best of them!, I think to myself, as I head upstairs to the meeting room.

Lunchtime comes around before I know it, and I realise I’m probably going to have to stay and work at least part of the afternoon today. I decide to go and grab a sandwich form town and get some cash from the hole in the wall. As I reach the foyer, who should I bump into, but Cathy, just knocking off for her own lunchbreak.

“You heading home, John?”

“Nope. Just off into town to grab a bite to eat. You?”

She nods in reply.

“Hop in with me then, if you can stand being seen with a guy old enough to be your Dad.”

“Don’t be so daft, John. I’d love too. I’ve fancied a ride in your car for some time now, as it happens…”

As we ride in to town we chat and Cathy tells me a bit about herself. She’s from the wrong side of the tracks it would seem. Or her boyfriend certainly is, and after a variety of petty offences he’s now serving a short stretch in Her Majesty’s Prison.

“Must get pretty lonely for you?” I inquire.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure he’ll ever change, he’s just so immature. I haven’t met anyone yet, but if the right person were to come along, I’d probably finish with him.”

We’re in a queue of traffic as she says this, and she smiles at me seductively.

Surely that’s not a come on?

“Well, I’m sure a pretty girl like you will have no shortage of admirers...” and I can’t help sneaking a peak at her cleavage, trapped and squeezed by the tiny seat belt that rides between her breasts.

“You say the nicest of things, John.” and with that she leans in and gives me a little peck on the cheek.

“Steady now!” I joke, “I’m a married man!”

“Then you’d best wipe that lipstick off your cheek, before you go home!” she laughs, and brushes it off my cheek with the back of her hand and my cock twitches at the contact.

We drive on without speaking for a moment, and I wonder to myself where this might be going, as I look across at my young passenger. This time Cathy catches me sneaking a glimpse, but rather than scolding me, she grins and breaks the silence.

“Listen, its such a lovely day, and I know a great viewpoint overlooking town. Do you fancy having our sandwiches up there? Besides which, it’ll give you the chance to show me what you’ve got!”

“What?” I gasp, incredulously.

“The motor!” she laughs, “unless you have something else in mind too!” She grins and lets out a throaty, dirty laugh.

I like nothing more than showing off my new Italian motor, and revving effortlessly through the gears as the traffic lights turn green, I leave the rest of traffic in my wake, including a boy-racer in a ‘suped-up’ XR-3 who’d been staring at me and shooting admiring glances at Cathy all the while the lights were on red.

“Woooh!” Cathy cries, arms aloft, as she trails her hands in the air of our soft-top and I’m reminded how young she really is. Her hair is flapping uncontrollably in her face and behind her, and I can’t help but glimpse once more at her pert boobs and hardening nipples, as the material of her blouse is pressed back against them by the wind.

We pull up at a delightful little spot overlooking the entire town and happily much away on our rolls. Talking to Cathy is a wonderful experience and I feel myself transported back to my own youth. Her sense of humour, her simple outlook on life is intoxicating, not the least bit jaded.

“I’ve had a blast, today John,” she says, “we must do it again some time…”

“We’ll have people talking if we’re not careful,” I laugh.

“Then maybe we should give them something to talk about!” she replies in an instant and to my surprise leans forward with her eyes closed and her luscious red lips open.

This is ridiculous, I think to myself. I’m old enough to be her father, in fact, she’s probably younger than my own daughter!

As my tongue enters her mouth, though, I quickly dismiss such thoughts. Her hand quickly comes around the back of my head and rests on my neck and I feel a stirring in my loins as we start to kiss more deeply.

“Oh John!” she sighs, as we come up briefly for air, staring intently at me. Her green eyes are smouldering and instead of saying ‘look, this is a bad idea’ I instead lean forward to meet her soft lips again.

This time we both move closer to each other, though its undeniably awkward with the gear stick and handbrake in the way. Nevertheless, my hands start to roam up her blouse before gently placing my right hand on her left breast. Squeezing the soft flesh, I’m delighted to find she isn’t wearing a bra (though I’m sure I caught a glimpse of one earlier in the day!).

As I’m enjoying familiarising myself with Cathy’s delightful pert breasts, I suddenly feel her hand rest on my thigh and then slowly move up towards my crotch. She traces the outline of my now fully erect cock through my trousers, before locating my fly and expertly unzipping it.

We break from our kiss and Cathy looks me once more in the eyes. Smiling at me Cathy’s hand moves inside my flies and boxers. Looking down now, she grips my shaft and carefully pulls my manhood out of its home. She gives a little gasp of appreciation, at least that’s what I think it is, before slowly lowering her head towards it.

I lean my head back against the head-rest and close my eyes, as Cathy’s lips close gently around the glistening head of my cock. I grab a handful of her dark, thick locks with my right hand, as she starts to work her tongue around the upper shaft, before slowly, gently taking in the entire length of me, gagging slightly as she does.

As her head begins to bob and she sucks and licks me, my left hand fumbles once more for a breast, and happily I find my intended target quickly. Her nipple hardens instantly to my touch, and Cathy lets out another little moan.

I alternate between cupping and gently squeezing the boob, which is pleasantly heavier than I expected, and I know this sensation together with this beautiful young girl’s oral skills that I’ll cum soon.

Suddenly I get an uneasy sensation that we are being watched and opening my eyes, I’m confronted with a young mountain biker, stood on his bike, staring over the bonnet, looking directly at us. A look of disdain on his face, I can’t help but notice he looks like my own son.

“Oh shit, Cathy!” I say, tapping her on the shoulder.

“Shit!” she says as she lifts her head and sees the youth staring back at her.

“Ya, dirty old bastard!” The cyclist shouts, as he sees Cathy, and her obvious youth for the first time.

“You’re only jealous!” she responds without hesitation, before turning her hand around and giving him the middle finger salute, "Now leave us be!"

“Fucking pair of pervs!” comes his response, and with a wanker gesture aimed clearly at me, peddles off.

“Ignore him," she says to me, "its not his cock I want!” and with that she lowers her mouth on to me once more and my cock quickly regains its hardness as I relish the sensation of her soft lips around my bulbous head.

Keen not to be interrupted again, I sense an urgency in Cathy’s actions this time and I feel her hand cup my balls in addition to her mesmerizing mouth action. She uses a variety of techniques, licking, sucking, biting and head bobbing and my cock is quickly hard as a rock. I grab once more at her soft hanging breast. This time I respond in kind, and am less gentle, fondling and kneading greedily at the luxuriant flesh.

I’m looking down at this delightful young thing, as she milks my cock for all I’m worth. Her dark brown, almost black, thick wavy hair flows down her back, her pert little bum wrapped in a skirt that’s as tight as you could get, the black stockings that decorate her shapely legs and I wonder what I’ve done to deserve this. “I’m going to cum, if you don’t stop soon, Cathy!” I declare.

Cathy continues unabated, in fact speeds her head bobbing action even more and I know now that’s exactly what she wants. She uses her hand to wank the base of my cock for good measure, this is certainly one willing little whore!

“Give me your cum John,” I somehow hear her breathe, and I can hold back no more.

I gasp out loud as my right hand grips folds of her thick, Welsh hair, and the first rope of cum shoots out of my cock straight down the back of her throat. She gags slightly and comes up for air, and a second spurt hits her square on the cheek.

She regains her composure quickly though and engulfs me once more, happily swallowing several more contractions of cum from my straining, thankful cock, as my left hand squeezes her tit as if my life depended on it.

Having drained me dry she comes up to face me once more. A beautiful, dirty angel, all flushed cheeks, ruffled raven hair, smudged red lipstick and a trail of cum running down her right cheek. I quickly grab a tissue from the glove box and wipe it away for her, before cupping her cheeks with my hand and planting a slow lingering kiss on her beautiful, full lips. I can taste my own sex on her, which only adds to the love I feel for her in this moment.

“That was lovely, Cathy. Thank you so much.” I whisper sincerely to her.

“Glad you enjoyed it! Maybe next time, you can last long enough to stick it up me!” that dirty laugh coming out of her mouth once more.

“It’d be my absolute pleasure!”

“Good! I’ll hold you to that!” she replies confidently, as we re-adjust our clothing and after one more lingering kiss, head back to the office together.