So my gaffer is this old, beautiful char. She 's in her 40s, but has a fantastic consistence. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to chance doing anything stupid. In increase to my normal theatrical role at the caller, I take on a good deal of personal helper hooey. While I hate that facet of the role, she gives me the extra money we used to pay to an admin, so it 's nothing to complain about.

As a result, I 'm in her liveliness -- fixing her earpiece, watching her pets, running her dry cleansing, etc. Several times during my iPhone reparation, 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 have wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed pussy. The totally 9 pace. When I found this, I was at her theater working on putting together some furniture. I could n't help myself, and grabbed a twosome of her blank panty, 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 take some personal items of hers for errands. A few coming back. Dry cleanup. Then she showed me a pair of jeans she ordered online and wanted to riposte. The fit was n't right, but she had ordered the same cut and sizing. We were in a bit of a precipitation, and with a casual, `` 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 call on around -- this was the first time she ever changed directly in front of me -- or maybe she did n't care, but as soon as those knickers dropped, my eyes locked on her thoroughgoing 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 perfective, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glance of her ass enveloped in the tiniest fabric G-string was almost too much. She turned around and started, `` See the jeans do not fit ... '', but then noticed my centre, my jaw, and the growing protrusion in my khakis.

'' Can I facilitate you ? '' she coyly asked. She stepped forward as her playful countersign hung in the way.

I 'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively speedy on my feet. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a casual lift to my brow, and roguish look in my eye.

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

She was in my arms in an instant. Our lip met, and our tongues seemed to dance for an timelessness. I reached down and began to remove her blue jean, pausing our buss to try to deliver a funny blood line about her blue jean looking better on the floor, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the nookie 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 deplume at each other's clothes. Before retentive, I was completely nude in strawman 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 ripe to be genuine. She looked up at me, and took my hard cock into her mouth.

Now let me break to say two facts of life :

1. The best head I 've ever received was from a larger miss. Maybe it was because her mouth was bigger. Maybe it was because she had no gag innate reflex. But all I know is big girl give great head.
2. Older women come in a close second.

She began to devote me the unspoilt, sloppiest, hottest cock sucking of my 26 years on the planet. I could throw finished right then and there, but I knew the best was yet to come, so therefore, I should not.

I pulled my dick from her perfect, beatific mouth, and gently pushed her back into the erectile love seat. My lips met hers again, and I began to remove the swoon pieces of fabric that kept me from her. As her bra clasp released, my lips, natural language, and teeth began to explore every inch of her cervix, chest, and tummy. I returned to her tit, loving, squeezing, and embracing her perfective tense pap.

It was at this point she moaned something about giving me a raise -- I responded, `` Should I hold that up with HR ? '' -- a operate joke in our pocket-size company.

As I gave her perfect tense, C-cup boob the attention that they deserved, my script moved down to her panty, and cupped her sex. She was so wet that my fingers glossed over when I ran them over the outside of her pantie. I moved down to the base, and got on my knees in between her ramification. Her wetness soaked through the slenderize elusion of material keeping my brim from tasting her, but I ran my knife across her deal pussy all the same.

lying back on the couch, she grabbed my hair, pulled my head up, and began to abstract her legs up towards one side of her headway. From here, I could see both her ass and pussy, covered in almost a thread of fabric. She began to slowly pull her panties off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched stage. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my eyes never left hers throughout the entire `` unveiling. '' Yes, I wanted to bonk her, taste 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 background, and slowly pulled my face into her pussy. Without breaking eye inter-group communication, I began to lick the edges of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her groan as a cue to stay on my exploration. Her eyes closed, her foreland rolled back, and I took my cue to fully cover this sweetheart that lay before me. She tasted incredible.

As I continued my oral examination exploration, I let my workforce run wild on the heavenly body that lay before me. I caressed her breast. I ran my work force across her tummy. I fingered her wet pussycat. My finger's breadth trailed up to her sassing and she graciously cleaned every drip mold of her cum off of my fingers. As I returned my deal back to my area of work, I began to squeeze and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this wonderful, dream-worthy fiasco. Slowly I began to work one hired man into her cleft, all the while cupping her ass. As my fingers kept exploring, the tip of my midriff finger finally found the delicate rosebud that was her bunghole. I began to crop my finger against her maw, as my sassing ventured further into her pussy.

Her moans grew louder, her breath quickened, and my face grew exponentially bedwetter until she began to vocally encourage my action mechanism. By now, my fingerbreadth was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my knockout boss was an anal retentive sex addict. As I pondered my luck, flicked my tongue against her clit, and continued to penetrate her ass further, she reached down with both hands and drove my face into her further. Fortunately, I had taken a intimation prior, or else I might not have been able-bodied to come up for air. She began to shout encouraging expletives as her orgasm arrived. Her body contracted -- the tension my middle digit felt as her asshole contracted against my fully buried digit was exceptional.

I removed my hand from her ass, and joined her on the love can, at least for a present moment. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our devotee's draw close away from her cum soaked cushion. She led me by the helping hand, only briefly, then escaped my grasp and began to throw 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-grass over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her consummate white meat with my hands, and pulled her unsloped. The back of her soundbox met my chest, and I began to kiss her neck until I met her lips again. My hands continued to tour her soundbox, feeling every column inch of her beautiful, sun kissed skin.

She reached back, grabbed my cock, and began to guide it into her slick pussy. Our body joined and I slowly, passionately began to have it off her from behind, with one helping hand cupping her titty, and the other rubbing her clit. The rhythmic racket of our bodies clapping against one another echoed throughout her wide row home, and I was sure that her neighbor could get word at to the lowest degree our bodies crash and hit, of not our moans and screech.

We had spoken to one another throughout our passionate adventure, but quotation mark melted away into animalistic pleasance. A few remained, one of which I will retell for you now ...

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

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

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

After those Son left her back talk, I removed my dick from her and gyrate her body around. I raised her into my arms, and carried her up the remaining stairs towards her bedchamber. We paused at the top of the stairs, and I took a momentary holdup against the rampart to snog her wonderful back talk again. At this point, the feeling of having my boss pinned against the bulwark outside her sleeping room was too often for me to handle. I took this chance to enrol her yet again, and fuck wildly against her bulwark. Her pinpoint dug into my book binding, 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 room access, collapsing into her downward comforter. I climbed atop her, missioner berth, and began to stimulate making love to my boss. Our brush on the stairs and against the wall were instinctual, rough, and primal, but this mo was sweet, loving, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking second of my life with this char, serving her every need, forgoing home, protagonist, and loved ones to guarantee her company, her life, and our keep 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 move slowed to a deliberate, meaningful stride, but the screwing we committed to at this moment was so real number, so engrossing that I lost sense of time, signification, and of the earth around me. Our breathing synced, I pulled back from her mouth, and stared into her eyes as if I had never looked at them before.

Against the backcloth of snowy plane that our bodies used as a canvass, I realized I was fucking a masterpiece of a man that I had long desired. In a animation full of letdowns, this present moment exceeded my groundless outlook. Our pace quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her pleasure, and met her with the same word. She begged me to cum inside of her, and I was more than well-chosen to oblige. By now, her work force were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our eyes locked yet again, and we began to strain a nation of sexual climax - together. With a few last knife thrust, I collapsed into her.

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

After we woke, the reality of what just transpired began to go under in. realness often mean regret - but in this instance that was far from the display case. She reached for her telephone set and sent a few emails - cancelled her afternoon merging. In both a literal and nonliteral sense,"The train had already left the station."

My mind was abuzz : What did this mean ? What's next ? Insecurity began to connect me taking a seat aboard rawness and immaturity. Her voice quickly dashed those thoughts as she asked,"Are you prepare 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 action as she turned on the shower bath spigot in the bathroom down the hall.

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

She certainly did not .