Chuck worked as a contract undertaking manager for several client. He accepted a six month on-site designation for a Chicago central processor of industrial additives. His project was to add a value stream to the plants production facilities. The staff at the small plant seemed friendly and easy to get along with, so he moved into a hotel a few sea mile from the works and locked up his condominium in Robert Indiana for the duration of the labor. Everything went as could be expected for the first off month, schedules being extended due to livery bankruptcy, piece of work arounds being implemented, pretty much status quo.

In the bit month an e-mail reached his box announcing a safety week that included dejeuner every day for the staff, a chilli cook-off and a big cook-out to end the calendar week. He was personally invited to participate by the plant manager and his direct report, Brenda Collins, the value watercourse coach he worked for.
The first couplet of days of the week, Chuck was actually too busy to participate so he sent an netmail each day asking pardon for not attending. The second day, Brenda came to the undertaking house trailer with a orotund scale of barbecued ribs and brisket. He was slightly embarrassed by this but accepted the solid food and the company of his boss gracefully.

Brenda was a slender brunet, short, about 5'-2 '' with a expert form. Chuck had noticed early that she did not wear a mob, so he assumed she was not attached. She dressed fairly conservatively, but seemed always to get into tops and blouses that showed off her very dainty breasts. Her slack water were never too stiff. She was just an extremely attractive woman.

As they sat eating their dejeuner, she shared that she was a single mom with two tike, a girl 16 and a son 14. She said they were both soundly kids and did n't fight down or bicker like most brothers and sisters, so she felt blessed. They got commodity class and the previous sister always helped the immature brother with homework and projects so he would deliver the goods. Chuck offered that she should be happy they got along so well. She smiled a pretty grin and agreed. When they finished lunch, she asked him if he was going go join them for the chilli cook-off in two 24-hour interval. He said that he was sorry that he did n't have a piazza to prepare his `` world far-famed '' formula that would almost certainly win the challenger. She laughed at his self-praise and said that her kitchen could be made available for the cooking. Chuck pondered that thought and said he would get back with her. She smiled over her shoulder joint as she left the poke and said `` You might wish what we could cook up together '' That argument took his creative thinker off the rest period of that days patronage activities.

The side by side morning Chuck sent an e-mail accepting the fling of a billet to combine his illusion potion and Brenda responded almost immediately with her address and home phone identification number. She called several times that day to sustain that he indeed intended to bring down her.

The eventide of chili con carne cooking was pleasant, and playful. Brenda wore much to a greater extent casual and sexier clothing to work in her kitchen. Her apron was over a pair of short cut-off jeans and a halter top. He had taken liberties himself wearing walking short pants and a tee shirt that showed his well trimmed chest of drawers and abs.
Brenda started the evening off with a pretty blind drunk vodka martini on the rocks for him, which washed away the cares of the day. She was drinking Moscata by the tumbler full and it did n't take long before they were both pretty mellow.

The spices were blended, meat browned and vegetable added to each of their recipes and the smoke were set to simmer. Brenda suggested that they move their imbibing to the `` mancave '' so named because she decorated it in Leslie Townes Hope of trapping a man. Chuck laughed at that hint, as if she needed anything to get a man 's attention.

Brenda shared that her lifetime as a value stream leader had its drawbacks, not the least of which was a total abandonment of any sort of mixer lifetime at all. As they sat and became more and More mellow, Chuck playfully suggested ways she could enhance her opportunities. She laughed at some of his suggestions, like joining an online dating group that held group political party and such. `` Hell, Chuck, I 'm not that desperate '', she laughed and then looked variety of sad and added `` Am I ? ''

chuck had struck a heart and would like to throw crawled under the lounge, when she brightened and said, `` I could always take hot sexy project managers and seduce them while we made chili ''. That brought a welcome laughter and rebutter from Chuck. They checked on the chili and Brenda mixed more martinis. `` shtup, you 're going to get me drunk. '' Chuck blurted. His face reddened and he immediately began apologizing for dropping the `` F-Bomb ''. Brenda snickered into her hand and answered `` What ... the fuck ... '' and then she laughed uncontrollably. `` Do n't worry about it, it 's one of my favorite words, just ask my nestling. '' she laughed even louder. `` Not only is it one of my favorite Word of God, it is also one of my deary activities '' with that she doubled over in laughter. chow was still embarrassed and continued to rationalize. Brenda, by now, barren of all forbiddance, looked at him and offered `` I 'm severe, I would rather fuck than just say fuck. '' Her body was convulsing in laughter at this point and Chuck loosened up and joined her in the joke. `` Well we have way too many clothes on to fuck anyway. '' Chuck shot back. Brenda 's boldness looked surprised and determined to make that program line false. `` fountainhead, piece of ass, then '' she blurted as she ripped the forestage over her head followed by the balancer top. `` Let 's see about that. '' she concluded standing there half bare, her truly splendid breasts jutting out from her chest proudly. While eats was elated he was not just a little bit worried that this game had gone too far. His declaration was very lucrative and he was at risk of blowing it here.
Brenda ran her hands over her tit and asked `` Do you think my titties are too small ? '' eats 's head had reached overload about five minute ago. He was n't sure as shooting even how to answer that doubtfulness, or actually whether to respond it at all. Brenda had obviously toast too much, and she was not the precise professional she was in the government agency at all.

chuck handed her the halter top and told her that he thought they maybe should shout out it a night. Brenda expressed objections, but grub helped her put her halter top back on, and led her into the kitchen. He brewed a pot of coffee and sat her John L. H. Down for a cup. She once again objected, but he insisted and she complied under objection.

He gathered his thing and told her that he was leaving.

Embarrassed, Brenda said she had a right time, but they probably should n't do this again. He agreed and left, his chili still simmering on her stove.

Chapter two :

The next morning chow 's header was the size of a basketball, and the buffeting was incessant. He showered and was at the industrial plant a half hour early. He brewed very potent coffee tree and drank it quickly trying to stimulate the thunder from his head. He busied himself with excel spreadsheets and project direction software program to try to get the epitome of Brenda 's gorgeous mammilla out of his caput. `` dazed shag '' he thought aloud, as he imagined how serious it would cause been to sop up those amazing teat into his rima oris.
'' Boy, you just do n't roll in the hay when to quit, do you ? '' he heard Brenda 's voice behind him. His grimace once again reddened from plethora. `` Oh Brenda, I 'm dreary, I did n't feature any musical theme you were here. '' He said apologetically. `` Let 's not go there again, okay ? '' Brenda said with a half smile and a stifled chuckle. `` No, let 's not '' Chuck agreed.

They went to form assembling cloth for a sunrise group meeting when Chuck asked why she was there at all. `` I had to work in the chili '' she said, `` And I wanted to rationalize for my stupid, slutty behavior last night. '' She looked him in the eye to see what his response would be.

Chuck cleared his pharynx nervously and spoke, `` No excuse necessary, we have all done matter when drinking that we would rather have never done. '' she moved to the former side of the table they were working on and continued, `` No, I was not that drunk, I knew what I was doing, I had that planned all Nox, you just gave me the utter gap when you dropped the f-bomb. '' eats looked surprised and puzzled. `` Were n't you just a little peculiar about why my tike were n't there ? I mean you knew I had kids, I did n't hide that, and it was a school night ? '' chow looked at her with that amazing dumb look men get when women mess with their minds. `` I called my sister and told her to receive the shaver spend the night at her star sign. '' I was planning to fuck your mentality out, but you turned out to be a decent guy, which is exactly what I would love to have but have n't been able to find. '' Now chow 's superfluity was turning into pity. He felt sorry that he had ever placed Brenda or himself in that locating. She was truly beautiful and now he realized that she was also very sweet-smelling.
'' Look, '' he began, `` Maybe we need to get down all over again. Maybe we need to have a appointment that is n't charged with intimate energy and fueled by intoxicant. Hell, Brenda, you 're a chemical engineer for Christ 's sake, you know how volatile alcohol is. '' with that they both chuckled. `` Yes I do experience, '' she said `` And I was about to burn my whole house down death dark. ''

Chuck put his arms around her and gave her a hug. `` Can I have another opportunity ? '' he asked.
She lifted her expression to his and their mouth met. `` Yep, pudding head shtup. '' and then they both laughed loudly.

The chilli cook-off was an gravel success with nine accounting entry, Chuck did n't win, but everyone agreed that his chili was one of the best. Everyone admitted that it was more political than culinary, and each person voted for the chili pepper made by either their target supervisor or someone high to make them feel good.
A spry e-mail from Brenda suggested that they do Chinese that weekend in Chinatown. Chuck agreed and told her that he would blame her up at her piazza betimes Saturday evening. They were care two college freshmen anticipating their date.

Chapter three :

When eats pulled up into the driveway at Brenda 's home he noticed what a squeamish home it was. Two floor, probably three or four chamber, the kitchen was very nice with all the modern amenity, he liked the `` mancave '' and was impressed that there was a three car service department. Brenda answered on the dong of the ding-dong of the buzzer. `` Eager, are we ? '' grub joked. `` Shut up and kiss me. '' She said `` cum here, I want you to encounter my baby ''

Standing at the kitchen counter was a beautiful lady friend with yearn dishwater blond hair that fell freely off her shoulders down to just above a perfectly sculpted ass. Her legs were foresighted and wonderfully muscled as if she participated in running or swimming mutation. Her face was breathtaking. She looked up from her snack and smiled sweetly as her mother introduced her. She was n't a ringer of her Mom, but a smaller version with refinements. Chuck was taken by her. A young man with broad shoulders that paid evidence that he worked out and lifted disembarrass free weight appeared in the doorway between the kitchen and the mancave. `` And these are my pride and joy. `` This is Briana, and this is Cary. '' Chuck extended his paw to Cary who shook it with authority, and Briana nodded smiling a pretty smile.

'' I am depending on you to being on your best doings. '' she admonished. `` Have we ever given you ground to worry ? '' Briana offered, and with that Brenda kissed both of them on the mouth and they were off.

On the ride downtown to the dim sum restaurant Chuck had selected off the internet they talked about Chicago, and the repute of corruption and crime, they spoke about her tike, chuck telling her that he was spellbound with Briana 's beaut and charm. She said that Cary was her fanciful devotee. She was totally enamored with his boyish manners and slayer bod. They laughed at these reflection and the conversation quickly turned to sex and the other dark. `` Well, what did you believe ? '' Brenda asked Chuck knew exactly what she was referring to, and he answered honestly. `` I had a raging erection all the way nursing home, and had to beat off twice to get to catch some Z's. '' Brenda squealed loudlywith approval.

'' I have to hold, my pussy was pretty wet when I got into bed, I wo n't say that I masturbated, but I will say that my vibrator did. '' Chuck laughed loud and longsighted at that one. `` Was I good ? '' he asked her and with that she doubled over and sceamed that she thought she was going to pee her pants, adding `` If I had worn any. '' They both laughed very hard and just made it to the public convenience of the bit base restaurant he had selected. When they rejoined each other they had a fabulous meal at the older Chinese eatery in Chinatown. As they left the restaurant, Chuck led her through the assorted shop and sidewalk stands that created a wonderful blend of old and new offering anything anyone could possibly ask for. At the door of one shop a small man whispered that he had potions that would celebrate Chuck erect for hours and make his lady a Panthera tigris in bed. `` Oooh Baby, let 's get some '', Brenda joked `` would you care a little Panthera tigris pussy tonight ? '' grub smiled and led her away from the shop. They spent an hour or so walking through the raiment of stands and storefronts until they reached the car. When they got in, Brenba put her arm around Chuck 's neck and she kissed him passionately. He kissed back. Her hand was massaging his swollen tool through his pants and his hands were molding the firmness of her breasts.

They made out like teenager for several minutes, when Brenda said, '' Take 159th street to Torrence work proper to 172nd, we have an account at that suites hotel there. '' Chuck manuevered the car into dealings and before he knew it he was lying naked on the bed at that hotel with Brenda sucking his cock like she was starving for it. He pulled her around to get her pussy conclusion to his font, her natural growth of pubic hair excited him as he ran his nose through her bush. `` Do you want me to shave, '' she mumbled as she talked around his dick. `` No, I love it the way it is, '' he answered as he ran his clapper deep into her folds and massaged her clit with his lips. They ate and sucked each former for respective minutes, bringing Brenda to at least two orgasms and heightening the sensativity of both of their bodies. Chucks cock was baseball diamond operose and throbbing in her mouth, he wanted to release his cum into either her mouth or her cunt, he was not fussy, he just wanted to cum. She increased her suction and bobbed her head more quickly over his putz, sensing his pauperism for relief. His promontory jeked away from her pussy just long enough to gag out `` Oh nookie, I 'm cumming, oh sister suck that stopcock '' Brenda took the whole length of his shaft into her throat and swallowed his copius encumbrance as he pumped it from his swollen nut.

Brenda actually experienced another coming as he came. She was ecstatic.
They lay quietly for several minutes letting the magic of the moment fully sink in. Brenda kissed his cock lovingly and he returned the gesture by dipping his tongue deep into her pussy and licking toward her arsehole causing her to squeal with delight.

They rested for a short prison term and Brenda began sucking Chuck back to life. `` Baby, I need this late inside my slit, please. '' she said as his stopcock began to give back to its screw posture. Chuck sank his turncock fully into her in one stroke, and Brenda grunted approvingly as he bottomed out. `` Oh yeah baby, '' she moaned `` fuck that tight puss of mine, break me the fucking of my life. '' Chuck did just that, three more times that dark before they left the hotel at three in the forenoon when he took his day of the month home.

Billy Sunday sunup, Brenda awoke to sounds in the kitchen that told her that her babies had been making breakfast. She drug her sore pussycat out of bed and wrapped a gown around her and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. `` sanctum dickhead, Mom '' Briana gasped. Brenda was surprised by her language, but realized that she probably did look awful. `` Language, Brigham Young noblewoman ! '' she spat at her. `` Mom, you look like you got work party banged by a herd of caribou. '' That commentary caused Brenda to chuckle and reflect on her previous evening. `` What 's for breakfast ? '' she asked `` Breakfast ? '' Briana shot back, `` it 's two in the afternoon. You need a just spanking young lady. '' she continued causing her mother to redden deeply. `` OK, O.K., so I had a picayune fun last nighttime. It 's not like I do that very often and besides I really like this guy. '' she said defending her coming into court and obvious lack of decorousness last night.

'' Hey, Mom, we 're just messing with you. We were so glad you went out and got laid, you were getting bitchy as infernal region. '' With that Brenda injection across the kitchen and slapped her daughter hard on her cunning petty ass. They both laughed as they wrestled around together in mock wrath. `` He must be something, Huh Mom ? '' Briana ventured. `` That 's none of your nosey assed patronage, you piffling shit. '' Brenda said playfully. `` Well, from the looking of you, he must bear some stamen, too. '' Cary added. With that Brenda said `` enough. I am going up and taking a shower. '' Briana said `` Take two, and douche bag '', Brenda chuckled all the way back to her bath. `` Douche '' she laughed, `` Fuck I need a firehose to get all that out of me ''

To be continued : See chow 's boodle Assignment II