So my hirer is this old, beautiful charwoman. She 's in her 40s, but has a fantastic body. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to risk doing anything stupid. In addition to my normal character at the ship's company, I take on a good peck of personal assistant hooey. While I hate that aspect of the part, she gives me the spare money we used to pay to an admin, so it 's nothing to quetch about.

As a result, I 'm in her life-time -- fixing her sound, watching her pet, running her dry cleaning, etc. Several sentence during my iPhone repair, I 've perused her photos in the hope of seeing her fine ass naked. A few months ago, I finally hit the jackpot. It was everything I could induce wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed pussy. The whole 9 thousand. When I found this, I was at her home working on putting together some furniture. I could n't facilitate myself, and grabbed a span of her clean panties, jerked off in them, folded them neatly, and put them back in her drawer.

Today, I showed up at her star sign bright and early on, and went to take some personal detail of hers for errands. A few returns. Dry cleaning. Then she showed me a dyad of jeans she ordered online and wanted to return. The fit was n't justly, but she had ordered the same cut and size. We were in a bit of a hurry, and with a daily, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her jeans she was wearing, and went to put on the distich that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd turn around -- this was the number one time she ever changed directly in strawman of me -- or maybe she did n't care, but as soon as those pants dropped, my eyes locked on her consummate ass. I had walked behind this ass on many a staircase. I had jerked off in step-in this ass had worn. I had seen nude photos of this perfect, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glance of her ass enveloped in the tiniest fabric thong was almost too much. She turned around and started, `` See the jean do not fit ... '', but then noticed my eyes, my jaw, and the growing gibbousness in my khakis.

'' Can I help you ? '' she coyly asked. She stepped forward as her playful words hung in the room.

I 'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively quick on my feet. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a occasional raise to my eyebrow, and devilish facial expression in my eye.

She stepped forward. I reached for her. And it was all over.

She was in my arms in an New York minute. Our lip met, and our tongues seemed to trip the light fantastic toe for an timeless existence. I reached down and began to remove her blue jean, pausing our kiss to attempt to turn in a funny transmission line about her blue jean looking better on the floor, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the piece of tail up and kiss me. ``

I did as I was told. After all, she is the boss.

We collapsed down into her dearest buttocks, and wildly began to shoot down at each early's dress. Before long, I was completely nude in battlefront of her. She was down to her bra and thong.

She pushed me up -- I paused, wondering if this were the end and it were all too honorable to be true. She looked up at me, and took my laborious cock into her mouth.

Now let me intermit to say two facts of life :

1. The estimable read/write head I 've ever received was from a larger girlfriend. Maybe it was because her backtalk was crowing. Maybe it was because she had no gag reflex. But all I know is big girls give great head.
2. Older adult female come in a finale second.

She began to give me the skillful, quaggy, live cock sucking of my 26 yr on the planet. I could stimulate finished right then and there, but I knew the best was yet to come, so therefore, I should not.

I pulled my cock from her perfect, angelic mouth, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous love tush. My lips met hers again, and I began to remove the faint pieces of material that kept me from her. As her bra clasp released, my lips, tongue, and teeth began to explore every inch of her neck, chest, and stomach. I returned to her titty, loving, squeezing, and embracing her perfect pap.

It was at this power point she moaned something about giving me a raise -- I responded, `` Should I take that up with HR ? '' -- a running joke in our small-scale company.

As I gave her perfective tense, C-cup breasts the care that they deserved, my hands moved down to her panty, and cupped her sex. She was so wet that my finger glossed over when I ran them over the outside of her panties. I moved down to the flooring, and got on my knees in between her peg. Her wetness soaked through the fragile slip of material keeping my sassing from tasting her, but I ran my clapper across her covered cunt all the same.

lying back on the couch, she grabbed my hair's-breadth, pulled my head up, and began to raise her legs up towards one side of her head. From here, I could see both her ass and pussy, covered in almost a thread of cloth. She began to slowly pull her pantie off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched legs. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my eyes never left hers throughout the stallion `` first appearance. '' Yes, I wanted to have a go at it her, appreciation her, enjoy her -- but I wanted her to know that I wanted one thing : her.

She draped her leg around my shoulder, gradually lowered her other leg to the flat coat, and slowly pulled my face into her slit. Without breaking eye touch, I began to lick the edge of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her groan as a cue to continue my exploration. Her eyes closed, her head rolled back, and I took my cue to fully embrace this beauty that lay before me. She tasted incredible.

As I continued my oral exploration, I let my hands run wild on the heavenly organic structure that lay before me. I caressed her tit. I ran my hands across her breadbasket. I fingered her wet twat. My finger's breadth trailed up to her lips and she graciously cleaned every drip of her cum off of my fingerbreadth. As I returned my hands back to my area of work, I began to squeeze and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this tremendous, dream-worthy fiasco. Slowly I began to work one mitt into her crack, all the while cupping her ass. As my digit kept exploring, the tip of my midriff finger finally found the delicate rosebud that was her SOB. I began to run my finger against her hole, as my oral cavity ventured further into her pussy.

Her moan grew louder, her breath quickened, and my face grew exponentially wetter until she began to vocally encourage my actions. By now, my finger's breadth was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my knockout boss was an anal sex freak. As I pondered my lot, flicked my tongue against her clit, and continued to penetrate her ass further, she reached down with both manpower and drove my case into her further. Fortunately, I had taken a breather prior, or else I might not birth been able to come up up for air. She began to holler encouraging cuss as her coming arrived. Her dead body contracted -- the tension my center digit felt as her prick contracted against my fully buried digit was exceptional.

I removed my hand from her ass, and joined her on the love seat, at to the lowest degree for a moment. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our buff's nest away from her cum soaked cushion. She led me by the bridge player, only briefly, then escaped my grasp and began to make her way up stairs. I followed her closely behind, making it well aware that I was enjoying my sentiment of her legs and ass. Halfway up the step, she paused, and bent over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her thoroughgoing breasts with my hand, and pulled her upright. The vertebral column of her consistence met my chest, and I began to buss her cervix until I met her sass again. My hired hand continued to tour her physical structure, feeling every inch of her beautiful, sun kissed skin.

She reached back, grabbed my putz, and began to channelise it into her slickness pussy. Our bodies joined and I slowly, passionately began to fuck her from behind, with one hand cupping her breast, and the former rubbing her clitoris. The rhythmical disturbance of our physical structure clapping against one another echoed throughout her wide row home, and I was trusted that her neighbors could learn at least our bodies crash and collision, of not our groan and shrieking.

We had spoken to one another throughout our passionate dangerous undertaking, but quotes melted away into animalistic pleasure. A few remained, one of which I will retell for you now ...

She turned towards me, met my lips, and casually told me as I fucked her from behind, `` I 've lusted for my body from the day I hired me. ``

I slyly responded, `` I wish I made my move then. ``

She cooed, `` I bet we can make up for lost meter. ``

After those words left her lips, I removed my dick from her and twirl her consistence around. I raised her into my arms, and carried her up the remaining stairs towards her bedroom. We paused at the top of the stairs, and I took a momentary delay against the paries to kiss her rattling lips again. At this peak, the look of having my boss pinned against the paries outside her bedroom was too much for me to do by. I took this opportunity to get into her yet again, and fuck wildly against her rampart. Her nails dug into my back, and she moaned into my ear,"You're all mine."

I pounded away at her,"You get what you pay for."

At this degree, I heard her bed calling us, and transported us from the wall, through the door, collapsing into her belt down comforter. I climbed atop her, missionary spot, and began to make lovemaking to my boss. Our encounter on the stairs and against the wall were instinctual, jolting, and central, but this moment was scented, have it off, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking moment of my life with this woman, serving her every pauperization, forgoing family, ally, and loved ace to ensure her company, her life, and our livelihoods were ensured and taken care of, but in that consequence I knew that what I was feeling was something far more passionate than the 20 something year-old shtup I enjoyed on the weekend.

Our movements slowed to a deliberate, meaningful pace, but the fucking we committed to at this moment was so real, so engrossing that I lost sense of time, meaning, and of the earth around me. Our breathing synced, I pulled back from her oral cavity, and stared into her eyes as if I had never looked at them before.

Against the backdrop of white mainsheet that our physical structure used as a canvas, I realized I was fucking a chef-d'oeuvre of a human being that I had long desired. In a life sentence broad of letdown, this minute exceeded my wildest expectations. Our pace quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her joy, and met her with the Sami word of honor. She begged me to cum interior of her, and I was more than felicitous to oblige. By now, her hands were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our optic locked yet again, and we began to pass a state of culmination - together. With a few last thrusts, I collapsed into her.

Her hands grazed my trunk, as I lay beside my foreman. She rolled to me, and I ran a fingertip down the curve ball of her side of meat - her perfectly hourglass figure displayed in an exceptional manner. I pulled her stopping point, and we both fell asleep together.

After we woke, the realities of what just transpired began to drop down in. Realities often mean regret - but in this instance that was far from the lawsuit. She reached for her phone and sent a few email - cancelled her afternoon meetings. In both a literal error and nonliteral horse sense,"The geartrain had already left the station."

My mind was abuzz : What did this mean ? What's next ? Insecurity began to join me taking a seat aboard inexperience and immaturity. Her voice quickly dashed those thoughts as she asked,"Are you ready for troll two ?"

She got up, and made her way out of the room. I watched her ass disappear down the Radclyffe Hall. That ass…

I heard the hundred-year-old pipe begin to kick into action as she turned on the shower spigot in the bathroom down the G. Stanley Hall.

I opened my mind's diary and began to craft a mental government note -"Dear Penthouse…"my conscious'pen began to write. Her password broke my concentration,"Well ? Do I need to ask twice ?"

She certainly did not .