It was Friday December 23, and the chief just dumped a pile of paper work on my desk to get done before our year-end in 8 sidereal day. I was hoping to admit a few daylight off over the Christmas workweek,
but guess not now. As I sorted through the newspaper work some of it was insurance poppycock. I just hate insurance paperwork, and I knew that arse of an agent would be gone. Agent's have the loose occupation, they take fourth dimension off, take your money, and cry about how heavy they work. Well the only safe thing about this federal agent was his secretary.

She was a doll, in her speed 40 's with a hour glass figure, blonde hair, soft Brown centre. When
she got up to walk all oculus were on her as she just dripped in sex. Her asset were arrant
36 C knocker, slim waist, perfect ass and legs, you could separate she worked out a lot to keep her
body looking that nice.

I grabbed the phone and gave the agent's office a shout. I knew that she would answer, and she did. I asked her if Rusty was in, knowing just what her response would be. She said no he was gone till Wednesday, that figure the asshole never worked. I told her that I had some papers to miss off and how long would she be there. She said she was leaving around 4:00. I looked at my watch 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 composition I need, made a couple of quick calls, and one to my wife telling her I was running late. I locked up and headed for my truck.

What a pitiable day it was outside one-half rainfall half snowfall and all pigswill. It was slow going and I got to the broker's office around 3:45. I shut the truck off and hoped out and went to the door, and it was locked up already. I knocked on the door about a 100 times, and no reply. I grabbed my cellular telephone phone and call, but got just the recording 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 incline door. So I walk to the English room access and turned the knob it was locked, but I pushed on it and the doorway opened, whoever left shoemaker's last didn't secure the latch. I stepped in side and shut 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 way and saw Stacey sitting at a banquet table with a yoke of candles lite, some euphony playing and all the luminance in the gage 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 deteriorate off these papers to Rusty.
She said O O yea sorry I forgot. I took the newspaper publisher and threw them on Rusty's desk, and went back and sat down next to Stacey.

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

It seem that she and her husband were not getting along very well, and she has not heard from her son in over 6 month. 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 tears in her center, she said what. I told her to stand up, and she did. WOW she had on a bootleg dress that was thigh in high spirits, and fit her just like a glove, showing off all her good qualities. I said what you need is a good hug, and I step forward and gave her the best hug that I could give. She had her limb wrapped around my neck, squeezing me back.

Here I am holding the cleaning lady of my dreams in my weaponry, and my idea goes completely blank. So like a boob I let go of her, and sit back down in the hot seat. I keep charge 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 charwoman other than my married woman really showed.

We chatted for a few instant, and then I had another actual great theme, and told well I guess it is sentence for me to go. DUH ! ! ! that was real impertinent move on my part.

She kind 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 chance don't blow it. I stood up and took off my jacket and tossed on the floor, and she flowed right over into my subdivision for a hug.

I rubbed my hands over her spine and down to her cheeks, I could tell apart that she had a flip-flop on, and not often else under the dress as it felt real smooth. She loosen her hands from my neck and looked me in the middle, and drew her lips up to mine and we meet in a very passionate kiss. I open my sass a petty bit and could sense her tongue flicker in and out, what a big turn of events on.

As our tongues continued to trip the light fantastic together, I unhooked her garb 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 wearing apparel and bra strap off, and then the other arm. Here I was holding her almost nude ( except for the G-string ) and french kissing her for all it was worth.

Suddenly she broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes, and said this not fair. I must have look 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 thong. I just love how a woman can do that so gracefully.

She pushed me into the chair and sat on my lap. I got my inaugural real good fortune to see her up close naked, GOD what a site. I can't figure what is the topic with her husband to not hire tending of a goddess like this. As we french kiss with cacoethes, my hand was slowly massaging her breast and play with her nipple. They was so hard I felt like I was playing with a couple of bullets. As I played with her breast and tweaked her nipples, she would moan softly in my mouth. God I just could not get enough of those breast, I could play with them all day and night.


As I played with her nipples the excrescence on her areola grew more acute. As my digit rubbed over those bumps, I was capable to read what those excrescence mean in braille. It said suction here. So I started to forge 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 script down to her legs. She parted them just like Grandma Moses did to the red sea, and I started to stroke her privileged thighs softly, cashbox I finally got to her outer mouth. She had a nicely shaven pussy with a res publica strip just above her pussy
lips.

As I rubbed the rim, she was starting to get worked up, and I could start to sense some moisture on the sass. I spread the lip and my digit enter her pussy, 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 steady motion. I had one finger slowly stroking her prick. Suddenly she grabbed my read/write head and brought me up for a hard kiss, and broke the kiss off and held me tightly, as her body scratch to shake in an orgasm. Next matter I knew my hand was wet and full of her juices.

Finally I could not lead it anymore. I picked her up and set her on the board. I got on my stifle and spread her pegleg and dove right in and part to lick her puss. I licked in and out, up and down, and around and around, as fast as I could. Man did she gustation full, I felt like a stick out attacking a bee beehive and licking up all the honey, but not getting stung. Suddenly she locked her legs around my head, drawing me in tighter. It was getting hard to breathe, and then my expression got flooded with her juices.

She relaxed her legs and I got complimentary, she reached down grabbing my headway, looking to my eyes, she said put it in me now. fountainhead I may not be the astute tack in the box, but I did not accept to be asked twice. I stood up spread her legs and slammed my turncock into her sopping wet cunt. She was so hot that I think that my addict were starting to boil in my sack. As I was banging away at her, she keep saying fuck me knockout over and over.

Finally I said Stacey I going to cum, and she gave a literal tacky moan and said cum with me now.
I buried my cock as cryptic as I could and let off the braggy flak that I ever did. I think that I saw some wax blow out of her ears from my orgasm. We held that position for a few minutes, till finally my branch started to give way and I had to sit down.

She was laying there with her legs 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 lav. As she walk to the bathroom, I thought what a imaginativeness of warmth. As she walked back out, I was watching her again, man I could watch her walk of life around this situation nude for the rest of my life. Just watching her made my cock was start to grow hard again .