So my boss is this older, beautiful woman. She 's in her 40s, but has a wondrous body. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to take chances doing anything stupid. In improver to my convention character at the company, I take on a good deal of personal assistant clobber. While I hate that aspect of the role, she gives me the extra money we used to pay to an admin, so it 's nothing to plain about.

As a result, I 'm in her liveliness -- fixing her telephone set, watching her darling, running her dry cleaning, etc. Several times during my iPhone repair, I 've perused her photos in the hope of seeing her very well ass naked. A few months ago, I finally hit the pot. It was everything I could possess wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed pussy. The whole 9 yards. When I found this, I was at her theater working on putting together some piece of furniture. I could n't serve myself, and grabbed a pair of her clean panties, jerked off in them, folded them neatly, and put them back in her drawer.

Today, I showed up at her house bright and early, and went to acquire some personal items of hers for errands. A few returns. Dry cleaning. Then she showed me a pair of jeans she ordered online and wanted to take back. The fit was n't right, but she had ordered the Sami cut and size. We were in a bit of a hurry, and with a passing, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her jean she was wearing, and went to put on the pair that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd become around -- this was the showtime clip she ever changed directly in strawman of me -- or maybe she did n't handle, but as soon as those pants dropped, my eyes locked on her double-dyed ass. I had walked behind this ass on many a stairway. I had jerked off in panties this ass had worn. I had seen nude picture of this perfect, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glance of her ass enveloped in the petite cloth thong was almost too much. She turned around and started, `` See the jeans do not fit ... '', but then noticed my heart, my jaw, and the growing protrusion in my khakis.

'' Can I help oneself you ? '' she coyly asked. She stepped forward as her playful Son 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 diabolical spirit in my eye.

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

She was in my arms in an trice. Our lips met, and our tongues seemed to dance for an eternity. I reached down and began to remove her jeans, pausing our kiss to assay to deliver a funny crinkle about her dungaree looking better on the floor, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the screwing up and snog me. ``

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

We collapsed down into her love can, and wildly began to displume at each other's clothes. Before long, I was completely bare in front of her. She was down to her bra and flip-flop.

She pushed me up -- I paused, wondering if this were the end and it were all too practiced to be rightful. She looked up at me, and took my concentrated shaft into her mouth.

Now let me pause to say two facts of life :

1. The intimately foreland I 've ever received was from a larger girlfriend. Maybe it was because her mouth was bounteous. Maybe it was because she had no gag reflex. But all I know is big girlfriend give great head.
2. erstwhile women come in a close down second.

She began to give me the best, loose-fitting, hottest blowjob of my 26 years on the satellite. I could bear finished right then and there, but I knew the best was yet to get, so therefore, I should not.

I pulled my cock from her perfect, cherubic lip, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous sexual love seat. My back talk met hers again, and I began to remove the faint pieces of fabric that kept me from her. As her bra grasp released, my lips, tongue, and teeth began to search every inch of her neck opening, breast, and tummy. I returned to her tit, loving, squeezing, and embracing her perfect teat.

It was at this pointedness she moaned something about giving me a raise -- I responded, `` Should I aim that up with HR ? '' -- a running prank in our minor company.

As I gave her perfect, C-cup white meat the attention that they deserved, my work force moved down to her pantie, and cupped her sex. She was so wet that my fingers glossed over when I ran them over the outside of her panties. I moved down to the trading floor, and got on my knees in between her branch. Her wetness soaked through the thin slip of fabric keeping my backtalk from tasting her, but I ran my tongue across her overcompensate pussy all the same.

Lying back on the couch, she grabbed my hair, pulled my headspring up, and began to lift her wooden leg up towards one English of her head. From here, I could see both her ass and pussy, covered in almost a thread of fabric. She began to slowly pull her pantie off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched wooden leg. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my eyes never left hers throughout the entire `` debut. '' Yes, I wanted to fuck her, discernment her, enjoy her -- but I wanted her to know that I wanted one affair : her.

She draped her leg around my shoulder, gradually lowered her early leg to the ground, and slowly pulled my face into her pussy. Without breaking eye tangency, I began to bat the border of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her moans as a cue to retain my exploration. Her eyes closed, her school principal rolled back, and I took my cue to fully adopt this beauty that lay before me. She tasted incredible.

As I continued my viva geographic expedition, I let my hired man run wild on the heavenly body that lay before me. I caressed her breasts. I ran my hands across her stomach. I fingered her wet pussy. My finger's breadth trailed up to her lips and she graciously cleaned every drip of her cum off of my finger's breadth. As I returned my custody back to my area of employment, I began to squeeze and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this wonderful, dream-worthy debacle. Slowly I began to work one paw into her go, all the while cupping her ass. As my fingers kept exploring, the tip of my middle fingerbreadth finally found the frail rosebud that was her asshole. I began to work my finger against her maw, as my mouth ventured further into her pussy.

Her moan grew louder, her breathing time quickened, and my face grew exponentially pie-eyed until she began to vocally promote my action. By now, my fingerbreadth was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my kayo honcho was an anal sex freak. As I pondered my lot, flicked my tongue against her clit, and continued to permeate her ass further, she reached down with both hands and labour my typeface into her further. Fortunately, I had taken a breath prior, or else I might not throw been able to number up for air. She began to cry encouraging expletive as her orgasm arrived. Her body contracted -- the stress my middle finger felt as her motherfucker contracted against my fully buried fingerbreadth was exceptional.

I removed my hand from her ass, and joined her on the love buns, at least for a instant. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our lover's nest away from her cum fleece cushion. She led me by the helping hand, only briefly, then escaped my grasp and began to make her way up step. I followed her closely behind, making it well aware that I was enjoying my aspect of her legs and ass. Halfway up the stairs, she paused, and bent over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her unadulterated breasts with my hands, and pulled her upright. The back of her body met my chest of drawers, and I began to osculate her neck until I met her mouth again. My workforce continued to tour her organic structure, feeling every inch of her beautiful, sun kissed skin.

She reached back, grabbed my hammer, and began to guide it into her slick kitty. Our bodies joined and I slowly, passionately began to bed her from behind, with one hand cupping her breasts, and the other rubbing her clit. The rhythmic randomness of our torso clapping against one another echoed throughout her broad row dwelling house, and I was sure that her neighbour could hear at to the lowest degree our bodies clangour and collision, of not our moans and howler.

We had spoken to one another throughout our passionate adventure, but quotes melted away into animalistic delight. A few remained, one of which I will iterate 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 time. ``

After those Scripture left her lips, I removed my dick from her and spin around her body around. I raised her into my arms, and carried her up the remaining stairs towards her chamber. We paused at the top of the stairs, and I took a fleeting wait against the wall to kiss her tremendous rim again. At this full stop, the impression of having my foreman pinned against the wall outside her sleeping accommodation was too very much for me to handle. I took this opportunity to put down her yet again, and fuck wildly against her wall. Her boom dug into my backbone, and she moaned into my ear,"You're all mine."

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

At this full point, I heard her bed calling us, and transported us from the wall, through the doorway, collapsing into her down comforter. I climbed atop her, missionary billet, and began to make love to my boss. Our encounter on the step and against the wall were instinctual, rough, and primal, but this moment was sweet, loving, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking moment of my life with this char, serving her every demand, forgoing kinsfolk, friends, and loved ones to ascertain her company, her sprightliness, and our support were ensured and taken care of, but in that moment I knew that what I was feeling was something far more passionate than the 20 something year-old fucking I enjoyed on the weekend.

Our apparent movement slowed to a deliberate, meaningful gait, but the fucking we committed to at this minute was so existent, so engrossing that I lost sense of time, import, and of the ground around me. Our respiration synced, I pulled back from her mouth, and stared into her eyes as if I had never looked at them before.

Against the backdrop of white sheet that our bodies used as a canvas, I realized I was fucking a masterpiece of a human being that I had long desired. In a life entire of disappointment, this second exceeded my wildest anticipation. Our stride quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her joy, and met her with the Sami words. She begged me to cum inside of her, and I was more than happy to bind. By now, her work force were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our eyes locked yet again, and we began to reach a Department of State of climax - together. With a few concluding stab, I collapsed into her.

Her hands rake my organic structure, as I lay beside my political boss. She rolled to me, and I ran a fingertip down the breaking ball of her side - her perfectly hourglass figure displayed in an exceptional manner. I pulled her conclusion, and we both fell asleep together.

After we woke, the realness of what just transpired began to bury in. reality often mean regret - but in this example that was far from the subject. She reached for her phone and sent a few emails - cancelled her afternoon meeting. In both a real and figurative sense,"The caravan had already left the station."

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

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

I heard the hundred-year-old pipes begin to kick into action at law as she turned on the exhibitioner faucet in the bathroom down the G. Stanley Hall.

I opened my mind's journal and began to craft a mental bank note -"dearest Penthouse…"my conscious'pen began to write. Her words broke my assiduousness,"Well ? Do I need to ask twice ?"

She certainly did not .