There is a Mexican woman I work with daily. She’s 50-something with a bit of a belly hanging over her belt, but she’s got a great set of tits, a face that is ok, a nice ass and a pretty good set of legs. She has that look of having been rode hard and put up wet more than a few times, but that only adds to her attractiveness. I know, most guys go for the young, tight, and perky girls, and I usually do, too. But there is something about Maria that has always oozed, “I can fuck you balls off!” I’ve often fantasized about her as I would watch her walking across the room to the solvent tank.

She’s a drinking party girl and I don’t drink. Plus, I’m in a rather dead, but still valid, marriage and getting out is difficult. I never expected anything would happen, but the workload in our area spiked last fall and opportunity arose.

We both had to work one Saturday. As it turned out, we were the only ones in the building for the day. She was wearing a tight, white button up top that easily revealed her lacy bra and its abundant occupants. I could see through the gaps between the buttons, the blue veins threading just under the light brown skin on the insides of each. The blouse also kept riding up in the back to reveal her lower back tattoo (tramp stamp, I’ve heard it called) and red thong. When I first saw the thong, I remembered something I’d read decades ago about a woman wearing red panties if she planned on getting fucked in the day, and black for night fucks. That made me wonder and my wondering gave a stir to my groin.

I often take care of little repairs myself to keep from having to interrupt her, and because it’s more efficient that way. But that day my imagination was churning with possibilities and I started taking more and more work over there just to be around her.

During one trip I had to explain exactly what I wanted done. I bent over her bench and was rewarded with an excellent down-blouse view. The button just above her bra had let go and she, it seemed, was unaware. The tight blouse had gapped wide open. Her large nipples were prominent through the fabric, too. Geez, I got hard as I explained what I wanted her to do (job related, that is).

I finally could not drag the explanation out anymore and it was time to leave. As I stood up, my now rock-hard dick made a noticeable bulge in my jeans. When she turned her head, her face was less than a foot from it and she looked straight there. Her eyes got wide, her eyebrows came up, and her mouth formed an O.

My embarrassment began, but when she looked up into my eyes, smiled, and licked her lips it ceased. “Is that for me,” she asked with her accent.

“If you want it,” I replied. Without hesitation, she reached out, unbuckled my belt, and pulled my jeans and underwear down to my knees.