It was Friday Dec 23, and the political boss just dumped a deal of newspaper publisher workplace on my desk to get done before our year-end in 8 Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I was hoping to occupy a few days off over the Christmas hebdomad,
but gauge not now. As I sorted through the paper body of work some of it was insurance material. I just hate policy paperwork, and I knew that asshole of an agent would be gone. federal agent's have the easiest jobs, they take time off, take your money, and cry about how hard they work. Well the only good thing about this broker was his secretary.

She was a doll, in her upper 40 's with a minute glass build, blond tomentum, soft brown oculus. When
she got up to walk all eyes were on her as she just dripped in sex. Her asset were hone
36 C chest, slight waist, pure ass and leg, you could tell she worked out a lot to keep her
body looking that nice.

I grabbed the phone and gave the agentive role's office a phone call. I knew that she would do, and she did. I asked her if Rusty was in, knowing just what her answer would be. She said no he was gone boulder clay Midweek, that figure the asshole never worked. I told her that I had some paper to send away off and how long would she be there. She said she was leaving around 4:00. I looked at my spotter it was 3:00, and told her that I would be leaving shortly and should be at her office around 3:30 or so. We said our good byes and I hung up. I grabbed what papers I need, made a brace of ready calls, and one to my wife telling her I was running late. I locked up and headed for my motortruck.

What a miserable day it was alfresco half rain half snow and all glop. It was tedious going and I got to the federal agent's position around 3:45. I shut the truck off and hoped out and went to the threshold, and it was locked up already. I knocked on the room access about a 100 times, and no response. I grabbed my cell headphone and call, but got just the recording William Tell that the office was closed, and the times it was to be opened. I just detest them fucking machines.

I had noticed when I pulled up that her car was still in her parking space by the side door. So I walk to the incline door and turned the boss it was locked, but I pushed on it and the threshold opened, whoever left last didn't secure the latch. I stepped in side and close the door behind me tightly.

I stood there for a few seconds, letting my eyes get adjusted to the darkness. I walked forward through the hallway, and stopped at the end and listened. It sounded like soul was sobbing or crying softly. I stepped into the room and saw Stacey sitting at a banquet board with a couplet of standard candle lite, some music playing and all the lights in the back off.

I said Stacey are you ok. She jumped up asking who was there. I said it was me Thom, you remember I call you telling you that I was on my way over to miss off these newspaper publisher to Rusty.
She said O O yea sorry I forgot. I took the paper and threw them on Rusty's desk, and went back and sat down following to Stacey.

She was sipping on a shabu of wine trying to unwind, I could see that she was disturbed. So I ask her what the problem was. She just shook her head. So I sat there quietly for a few minutes, and asked again. She started to softly cry and lay her story out.

It seem that she and her married man were not getting along very well, and she has not heard from her son in over 6 months. She and her daughter-in-law never did see eye to eye, and that caused some job. She said that this is not going to be a very happy Christmas for me.

I listen to all that she had to say, and told her I knew just what she needed. As she dried the bout in her center, she said what. I told her to stand up, and she did. WOW she had on a bleak dress that was thigh high, and fit her just like a glove, showing off all her effective caliber. I said what you need is a beneficial hug, and I step forward and gave her the estimable hug that I could hand. She had her arms wrapped around my neck opening, squeezing me back.

Here I am holding the woman of my ambition in my arms, and my nous goes completely blank. So like a dummy I let go of her, and sit back down in the chairwoman. I keep beef my self in the ass for not taking advantage of this opportunity that I had with her. But lack of experience in doing this with another womanhood former than my wife really showed.

We chatted for a few minutes, and then I had another real not bad estimation, and told well I guess it is time for me to go. DUH ! ! ! that was actual wise move on my part.

She sort of look down and then back at me and then asked, could I have another hug. BINGO the light clicked on, and I though here is my one prospect don't blow it. I stood up and took off my jacket and tossed on the floor, and she flowed right over into my arms for a hug.

I rubbed my work force over her back and pile to her nerve, I could tell that she had a thong on, and not lots else under the dress as it felt real smooth. She loosen her hands from my neck and looked me in the eyes, and drew her mouth up to mine and we meet in a very passionate kiss. I open air my mouth a piddling bit and could finger her spit flicker in and out, what a big bend on.

As our lingua continued to dance together, I unhooked her clothes and slowly move the zipper down. When I meet no resistance doing that I moved up and unhooked her bra. She move one arm off me and I slipped her dress and bra strap off, and then the other arm. Here I was holding her almost naked ( except for the thong ) and french kissing her for all it was worth.

Suddenly she broke the osculation and looked me in the centre, and said this not fair. I must have tone at her blankly, because she said that I was fully clothed and she was all most naked. We remedy this quickly as she helped me strip, and she took off her flip-flop. I just love how a cleaning lady can do that so gracefully.

She pushed me into the chair and sat on my lap. I got my first real good opportunity to see her up snug raw, GOD what a situation. I can't figure what is the matter with her husband to not take on aid of a goddess like this. As we french osculate with passion, my paw was slowly massaging her breast and play with her mamilla. They was so hard I felt like I was playing with a match of fastball. As I played with her tit and tweaked her nipples, she would moan softly in my oral cavity. God I just could not get enough of those bosom, I could take on with them all day and night.


As I played with her nipples the bumps on her areola grew to a greater extent intense. As my finger's breadth rubbed over those hump, I was able to read what those bumps mean in Braille. It said sucking here. So I started to run my way down. Softly kissing and nibbling on her neck, and then down to her breast. As my tongue and lips worked her nipple over, I moved my paw down to her ramification. She parted them just like Moses did to the red sea, and I started to stroke her internal thigh softly, till I finally got to her verboten lips. She had a nicely shaven pussy with a land landing strip just above her pussy
lips.

As I rubbed the lips, she was starting to get worked up, and I could pop out to sense some moisture on the sassing. I spread the lips and my fingers enter her twat, and she was soaking wet. I started out slowly, and worked the speed up faster, then slowed back down. I move finger up to her clit, and rubbed that in a stabilise motion. I had one fingerbreadth slowly stroking her shit. Suddenly she grabbed my pass and brought me up for a difficult candy kiss, and broke the candy kiss off and held me tightly, as her body first to excite in an orgasm. side by side thing I knew my helping hand was wet and full of her juices.

Finally I could not take it anymore. I picked her up and set her on the table. I got on my knee and spread her stage and plunge right in and start to work her kitty-cat. I licked in and out, up and down, and around and around, as fast as I could. Man did she taste sensation good, I felt like a stomach attacking a bee hive and licking up all the honey, but not getting stung. Suddenly she locked her legs around my headway, drawing me in tighter. It was getting hard to emit, and then my human face got flooded with her juices.

She relaxed her stage and I got free, she reached down grabbing my oral sex, looking to my eyes, she said put it in me now. Well I may not be the sharpest tack in the box, but I did not have to be asked twice. I stood up spread her legs and slammed my cock into her sopping wet twat. She was so hot that I think that my nuts were starting to boil in my sackful. As I was banging away at her, she keep saying fuck me harder over and over.

Finally I said Stacey I going to cum, and she gave a rattling flash moan and said cum with me now.
I buried my cock as cryptical as I could and let off the swelled blast that I ever did. I think that I saw some wax blow out of her spike from my sexual climax. We held that position for a few minutes, till finally my legs started to feed way and I had to sit down.

She was laying there with her pegleg apart, and some of my cum was leaking out. What a breath taking site. She sat up and smiled at me, then said she had to go to the lavatory. As she walk to the bath, I thought what a visual sense of caring. As she walked back out, I was watching her again, man I could learn her walk around this office nude for the balance of my life. Just watching her made my tool was start to grow hard again .