Reedie was older than the rest of the advertising girls. She must have been about forty and was regarded as a bit of a mother figure. In addition to her age was the fact that she had traveled a lot, spending time in Europe and Israel before going the whole hog with a long stay in India, just absorbing the cultures of the world and working when she needed to. Back in Guernsey she had married a man twenty years older and, with no real career behind her, had resorted to selling advertising for our little magazine because there was nothing to it: she had a sunny, outgoing personality, and that was all she needed.
I never found out why the girls called her Reedie because that wasn’t her real name, but apparently, she had a long, old-fashioned first name which she hated. She had permed hair in a slightly mumsy style which I thought was an attempt to fit in, back in this unadventurous, safe world, and waist-length locks and patchouli oil weren’t going to do it.
She hadn’t been at the summer party in Herm because her husband didn’t go out much and she tended to stay home with him, for an easy life. I thought he had probably heard some of the stories, though, because conversations ended abruptly when I walked into the room and there were knowing looks flying around. The atmosphere was decidedly strained, as was only to be expected when Jane had set me up with not one but two of her early twenties colleagues.
It was a busy time in our monthly publishing cycle and I had a lot of writing to do, so on this Wednesday night I was still at the office at seven pm when a car pulled up in the gathering gloom and Reedie stepped out of it. She breezed in and said hello.
“What brings you here so late?” I asked.
“Stuff to catch up on,” she replied. “Without the girls yakking about this and that. Some days you just can’t get anything done.” She was wearing her work clothes. She liked dresses and on this occasion, it was a black and white flowery number with a wide skirt. It was a fashionable style at that time, and I had always wondered why. It was attractive enough but not all that distinctive, and yet every woman in the island seemed to have one the same.
“I did take the precaution of bringing supplies,” she said, producing a bottle of white wine from her voluminous bag. She breezed into the little kitchen and I heard the popping of the cork before she came back in with two glasses of pale golden liquid.
Reedie stood alongside my chair at my desk, as she often did during the day. She had a habit of standing too close, in fact, and I had once or twice touched her buttocks, to which she had not objected. We talked for a while about grown-up life and the sheltered lives the girls lived. Then without explanation, Reedie went around the office, closing Venetian blinds and making sure the door was locked.
Returning to her position next to me, she nudged my shoulder with her hip. I put my arm around her rump and stroked the outside of her thigh.
“No prying eyes,” she said, rubbing herself against me. “Maria notices things. She asked me if I let you touch my bum.”
“And you said…”
“I said certainly not,” she said with a laugh. Despite the drawn blinds, we were still uncomfortably close to the car park, so I stood up and led the way to the boardroom, into which a huge rectangular table was squeezed. Reedie followed me in and we stood awkwardly before she looked deep into my eyes. Then we fell into a wonderfully warm kiss as our hands roamed. She took off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. I felt her large breasts through the dress and then slid a hand into her skirt and up her thighs.
“At this point,” she said, “the girls would be bending over so you could have them from behind. But you and I are people of the world.” She squeezed my erect cock and whispered, “Get on the table.”
I did.
“Trousers off,” she said confidently. I pulled them down and took my underpants with them, so my hardon was there for her entertainment. She took off her shoes and climbed onto the table, maneuvering until she was facing where she had just come from. She lifted her skirt and crouched over my face, my head in darkness as her panties rubbed against my nose.
“Breathe in,” she said. “Smell me.”
“You smell wonderful,” I said.
“Just clean panties and a showered undercarriage,” she said, apparently unconcerned. “The smell of a woman.”
She smelled fantastic: just a hint of sweat and the savoury aroma of her natural oils.
“We’re not going to do anything yet,” she said. “I just want you to enjoy the experience.” I rubbed her clitoris with my nose and she wriggled with pleasure, then pulled away a little. “People don’t do this enough,” she said. “Most people don’t do it at all. Ever.”
“I could stay like this for hours,” I said in my dark chamber.
“I know,” she said. “It’s not that it’s me, it’s just a woman. And I’m giving you the full benefit of what a woman is made of.” She lowered herself again and ground her crotch against my face. It was only a few days since Shazza had done the same, but her crotch had been naked and the whole thing had been more overt, less classy. Reedie had a confidence I had never encountered before. She knew things about men and women and primeval feelings.
“Okay,” Reedie said as she climbed off me and the table. There was a solitary upholstered chair in the corner and she went over to it, pulled her panties down, and sat in it. “Come,” she said. Suddenly aware of my nakedness, I sat up and got over to the chair as quickly as possible. Reedie lifted her skirt and beckoned me in. I knelt in front of her and put my head between her legs and he lowered the skirt behind me. Again I was in her erotic tent, but this time her crotch was naked and ready. I breathed in, inhaling her scents, and then put my tongue between her labia and licked her up and down. I sucked her lips and then her clitoris and she sighed.
“Make me cum with your tongue,” she said smoothly. I redoubled my efforts, eating her like some exotic dish, warm and fragrant and delicious. She began to tremble and held onto my head.
“Let me turn over,” she said urgently, scrambling around in the chair until her arse was in my face. Had these women been discussing this? Was it some kind of beautiful conspiracy to give me the most incredible week of my life?
“Lick my arse,” she said. “I want you to. You want to, don’t you?”
No words would have been sufficient, so I let my tongue do the talking silently. Reedie’s little bumhole was incredible: sweet and fragrant and it felt perfect, although I couldn’t see it in the darkness.
“I need to look at it,” I said, pushing the skirt up out of the way, and as the light-flooded in, I spoke softly to her. “Reedie, you’re beautiful. You’re a wonderful woman and I want to take up residence in your underwear.”
“Let me suck you,” she said quickly, scrambling around again as our x-certificate ballet moved on. She sat forwards and sucked my cock as I stood before her.
“You want to fuck me?” she almost shouted, turning around again and offering herself to me doggy-style.
I plunged into her and she rammed herself backward. I could feel the contours of her vulva, like smooth, slippery marshmallows, each little silky hillock caressing the head of my cock and urging me to cum.
“You can cum inside me,” she said. “It’s okay. I want you to. I love having your strong, manly cock in there and I want your spunk. I’m starting to cum. Push me over the edge.”
I slipped a finger into her fast-moving cunt and moved it up to her face and into her mouth. She sucked my finger and started to spasm, which set me off and we battered each other and slithered and ground ourselves together as my semen pumped into her depths and her incredible insides drew it out of me. We basted each other and she turned acrobatically so we could share a kiss to put the human seal on this animal coming-together of the sexes. Then Reedie lifted herself up and allowed my fluids to drain out of her onto the leather cushion as I went in search of the handkerchief in my trousers.
We cleaned ourselves up as best we could and sat around, finishing the wine.
“I hadn’t had sex for I don’t know how long,” she said. “Thank you.”
I was speechless. Having just been given the ride of a lifetime by a woman who knew much more than most, I was in a daze.
