So my boss is this older, beautiful woman. She 's in her 40s, but has a grand body. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to risk doing anything stupid. In addition to my normal office at the ship's company, I take on a good deal of personal help material. 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 quetch about.

As a termination, I 'm in her life -- fixing her phone, watching her pets, running her dry cleaning, etc. respective multiplication during my iPhone repair, I 've perused her photograph in the Hope of seeing her fine ass naked. A few months ago, I finally hit the jackpot. It was everything I could give birth wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed pussy. The hale 9 yard. When I found this, I was at her house working on putting together some furniture. I could n't help myself, and grabbed a duet 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, and went to look at some personal items of hers for errands. A few regaining. Dry cleanup. Then she showed me a pair of jean she ordered online and wanted to give back. The fit was n't right, but she had ordered the same cut and sizing. We were in a bit of a hastiness, and with a casual, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her jeans she was wearing, and went to put on the pair that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd grow around -- this was the first time she ever changed directly in presence of me -- or maybe she did n't worry, but as soon as those gasp dropped, my eyes locked on her perfect ass. I had walked behind this ass on many a stairway. I had jerked off in step-in this ass had worn. I had seen nude photos of this staring, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glance of her ass enveloped in the tiny fabric thong was almost too very much. She turned around and started, `` See the dungaree do not fit ... '', but then noticed my eye, my jaw, and the growing bump in my khaki.

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

I 'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively ready on my invertebrate foot. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a nonchalant acclivity to my eyebrow, and mephistophelian expression in my eye.

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

She was in my arms in an instant. Our lips met, and our clapper seemed to dance for an timeless existence. I reached down and began to remove her blue jean, pausing our kiss to attempt to fork over a funny line about her jean looking better on the base, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the shtup up and kiss me. ``

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

We collapsed down into her love seat, and wildly began to tear at each other's wearing apparel. Before farseeing, 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 good to be true. She looked up at me, and took my hard cock into her mouth.

Now let me pause to say two facts of life :

1. The best psyche I 've ever received was from a turgid girl. Maybe it was because her oral fissure was bigger. Maybe it was because she had no gag reflex. But all I know is big little girl give great head.
2. Older char come in a cheeseparing moment.

She began to impart me the comfortably, sloppiest, hottest blowjob of my 26 years on the major planet. I could have finished right then and there, but I knew the best was yet to come, so therefore, I should not.

I pulled my hammer from her perfective tense, seraphic mouth, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous love place. My lips met hers again, and I began to bump off the deliquium patch of fabric that kept me from her. As her bra clench released, my backtalk, natural language, and tooth began to explore every inch of her neck opening, bureau, and stomach. I returned to her breasts, loving, squeezing, and embracing her perfect nipples.

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

As I gave her perfective, C-cup breasts the attention that they deserved, my paw moved down to her panties, 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 floor, and got on my knees in between her legs. Her wetness soaked through the thin eluding of fabric keeping my lips from tasting her, but I ran my tongue across her traverse pussy all the same.

lying back on the lounge, she grabbed my hair, pulled my head up, and began to reverse her peg up towards one side of her head. From here, I could see both her ass and pussy, covered in almost a thread of stuff. She began to slowly pull her pantie off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched peg. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my middle never left hers throughout the entire `` debut. '' Yes, I wanted to make out her, taste 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 footing, and slowly pulled my face into her pussy. Without breaking eye liaison, I began to lick the edges of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her moan as a cue to continue my exploration. Her eye 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 viva voce exploration, I let my hands 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 cunt. My fingers trailed up to her lips and she graciously cleaned every drip of her cum off of my fingers. As I returned my hired man back to my area of work, I began to squeeze and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this wonderful, dream-worthy debacle. Slowly I began to work one helping hand into her snap, all the patch cupping her ass. As my fingers kept exploring, the tip of my middle finger's breadth finally found the fragile rosebud that was her asshole. I began to work my finger against her golf hole, as my mouth ventured further into her pussy.

Her groan grew louder, her breathing spell quickened, and my face grew exponentially smashed until she began to vocally encourage my military action. By now, my finger was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my kayo foreman was an anal retentive sex freak. As I pondered my hazard, flicked my tongue against her button, and continued to dawn her ass further, she reached down with both hands and drove my look into her further. Fortunately, I had taken a breath prior, or else I might not have been able to issue forth up for air. She began to yell encouraging expletives as her orgasm arrived. Her torso contracted -- the tension my middle finger's breadth felt as her shit contracted against my fully buried finger's breadth was exceptional.

I removed my hired man from her ass, and joined her on the erotic love seat, at to the lowest degree for a import. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our lover's nest away from her cum slopped shock absorber. She led me by the manus, only briefly, then escaped my clutch and began to cook her way up stairs. I followed her closely behind, making it well aware that I was enjoying my view of her legs and ass. Halfway up the stairs, she paused, and bent over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her perfect tit with my hands, and pulled her upright. The vertebral column of her body met my chest, and I began to snog her neck until I met her sass again. My hands continued to tour her organic structure, feeling every inch of her beautiful, sun kissed skin.

She reached back, grabbed my cock, and began to pass it into her crafty pussy. Our soundbox joined and I slowly, passionately began to fuck her from behind, with one hand cupping her breasts, and the other rubbing her clit. The rhythmic noise of our organic structure clapping against one another echoed throughout her spacious row home, and I was sure that her neighbour could listen at least our bodies crash and collision, of not our moans and screams.

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

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

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

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

After those words left her sassing, I removed my dick from her and spun her body around. I raised her into my arms, and carried her up the remaining stair towards her sleeping accommodation. We paused at the top of the stair, and I took a momentary time lag against the wall to kiss her wonderful lips again. At this point, the belief of having my boss pinned against the paries outside her sleeping room was too a lot for me to handle. I took this opportunity to enter her yet again, and fuck wildly against her rampart. Her pass with flying colors dug into my cover, and she moaned into my ear,"You're all mine."

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

At this 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, missioner position, and began to urinate love to my genus Bos. Our brush on the stairs and against the wall were instinctual, rough, and cardinal, but this moment was sweet, roll in the hay, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking moment of my life with this char, serving her every need, forgoing kinsperson, friends, and loved ace to see to it her company, her life, and our livelihoods 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 fucks I enjoyed on the weekend.

Our motion slowed to a deliberate, meaningful pace, but the fucking we committed to at this bit was so tangible, so engrossing that I lost sentience of time, substance, and of the dry land around me. Our respiration synced, I pulled back from her oral fissure, and stared into her eyes as if I had never looked at them before.

Against the backdrop of white sheets that our soundbox used as a canvas tent, I realized I was fucking a masterpiece of a homo that I had long desired. In a life broad of letdowns, this mo exceeded my wildest expectations. Our tread quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her pleasure, and met her with the same words. She begged me to cum inside of her, and I was more than happy to oblige. By now, her hands were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our oculus locked yet again, and we began to gain a res publica of climax - together. With a few final examination thrusts, I collapsed into her.

Her hands browse my physical structure, as I lay beside my honcho. She rolled to me, and I ran a fingertip down the curve of her side - her perfectly hourglass trope displayed in an especial fashion. I pulled her end, and we both fell asleep together.

After we woke, the realities of what just transpired began to sink in. Realities often mean repent - but in this case that was far from the case. She reached for her earphone and sent a few electronic mail - cancelled her afternoon meetings. In both a actual and figurative sense,"The train had already left the station."

My brain was abuzz : What did this mean ? What's next ? Insecurity began to connect me taking a hind end alongside inexperience and immatureness. Her voice quickly dashed those thoughts as she asked,"Are you make for round two ?"

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

I heard the hundred-year-old pipes begin to kick into activeness as she turned on the shower faucet in the lav down the entrance hall.

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

She certainly did not .