Great Volunteer

A few years back, I used to work for a non-profit organization and always had volunteers. There was this one volunteer who was an older woman. She was always flirting and talking very suggestively about sexual stuff. She was a little on the heavy side, but she had big breasts that she would accidentally brush up next to me when showing me what she had done on the books (she used to be an accounting person). I liked to talk dirty, too, and I thought that it would lead to nothing. One day, she said that she missed her bus, and she had to wait another forty minutes before the next bus would come. I suggested that I could give her a ride if she didn't mind waiting ten minutes so I could close the store up. She said that she didn't mind at all and started talking sexually about how when she was younger she used to blah, blah, blah. I asked her when was the last time she had sex. She howled like a wolf and said she had not had sex in years. I told her that I would love to see her breasts. She agreed but said that I would have to play with them under her blouse. I did, and the moment I put my hands on those big, beautiful things, she was moaning. It appeared like she was having an orgasm. When we got into my small truck, she again bumped her big breasts onto my arm which was on the stick shift. As we were getting close to her apartment, she asked if I could help her into her place with all her things. I immediately said yes, and as soon as we got into her apartment, she locked the door behind me and said, "I don't like surprises." She went into her bedroom and started to take off her clothes. She called me over and started undoing my pants and giving me oral sex. Then I proceeded to return the favor.

— Unger, 52