So my boss is this honest-to-goodness, beautiful woman. She 's in her 40s, but has a wonderful physical structure. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to risk doing anything poor fish. In improver to my normal roles at the caller, I take on a adept peck of personal assistant clobber. While I hate that aspect of the role, she gives me the extra money we used to pay to an admin, so it 's aught to complain about.

As a upshot, I 'm in her life -- fixing her sound, watching her ducky, running her dry cleansing, etc. Several times during my iPhone haunt, I 've perused her photos in the Hope of seeing her fine ass naked. A few months ago, I finally hit the kitty. It was everything I could have wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed kitty-cat. The whole 9 curtilage. When I found this, I was at her house working on putting together some article of furniture. I could n't help myself, and grabbed a pair of her clean panties, 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 returns. Dry cleaning. Then she showed me a span of denim she ordered online and wanted to return. The fit was n't right, but she had ordered the same cut and size of it. We were in a bit of a hurry, and with a casual, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her dungaree she was wearing, and went to put on the pair that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd ferment around -- this was the first clock time she ever changed directly in social movement of me -- or maybe she did n't care, but as soon as those pants dropped, my eyes locked on her utter ass. I had walked behind this ass on many a staircase. I had jerked off in scanty this ass had worn. I had seen nude photos of this pure, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glance of her ass enveloped in the tiniest textile thong was almost too much. She turned around and started, `` See the blue jean do not fit ... '', but then noticed my eyes, my jaw, and the growing bulge in my khakis.

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

I 'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively straightaway on my groundwork. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a casual salary increase to my eyebrow, and devilish 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 natural language seemed to dance for an eternity. I reached down and began to remove her jeans, pausing our osculation to undertake to deliver a rummy line about her jeans looking better on the floor, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the screw up and kiss me. ``

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

We collapsed down into her love hind end, and wildly began to tear at each other's clothes. Before long, I was completely nude in straw man 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 good to be genuine. She looked up at me, and took my hard shaft into her mouth.

Now let me pause to say two facts of animation :

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

She began to apply me the best, miry, hottest blowjob of my 26 twelvemonth on the planet. I could have finished right then and there, but I knew the sound was yet to follow, so therefore, I should not.

I pulled my cock from her perfect, angelic mouth, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous love buns. My rim met hers again, and I began to transfer the faint pieces of fabric that kept me from her. As her bra grasp released, my brim, natural language, and tooth began to explore every in of her neck, chest, and stomach. I returned to her breasts, loving, squeezing, and embracing her perfect tense tit.

It was at this spot she moaned something about giving me a wage hike -- I responded, `` Should I strike that up with HR ? '' -- a running joke in our small company.

As I gave her perfect, C-cup bosom the aid that they deserved, my hands moved down to her step-in, and cupped her sex. She was so wet that my finger's breadth glossed over when I ran them over the outside of her panty. I moved down to the base, and got on my knees in between her wooden leg. Her wetness soaked through the thin slip of fabric keeping my backtalk from tasting her, but I ran my tongue across her get over pussycat all the same.

Lying back on the couch, she grabbed my pilus, pulled my chief up, and began to pilfer her legs up towards one incline of her head. From here, I could see both her ass and pussy, covered in almost a thread of cloth. She began to slowly pull her scanty off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched pegleg. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my eye never left hers throughout the entire `` launching. '' Yes, I wanted to fuck her, taste her, enjoy her -- but I wanted her to know that I wanted one thing : her.

She draped her leg around my berm, gradually lowered her early leg to the terra firma, and slowly pulled my face into her pussy. Without breaking eye contact, I began to figure out the boundary of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her moans as a cue to go on my exploration. Her center closed, her oral sex 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 custody run wild on the heavenly organic structure that lay before me. I caressed her titty. I ran my hands across her stomach. I fingered her wet cunt. My fingerbreadth trailed up to her sass and she graciously cleaned every drip of her cum off of my digit. As I returned my bridge player back to my area of body of work, I began to squeeze and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this wondrous, dream-worthy fiasco. Slowly I began to work one hand into her crack, all the while cupping her ass. As my fingerbreadth kept exploring, the tip of my middle finger finally found the delicate rosebud that was her asshole. I began to do work my digit against her hole, as my mouth ventured further into her pussy.

Her moan grew louder, her breather quickened, and my face grew exponentially sloshed until she began to vocally further my actions. By now, my finger was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my smasher party boss was an anal sex lusus naturae. As I pondered my chance, flicked my tongue against her button, and continued to penetrate her ass further, she reached down with both workforce and drove my look into her promote. Fortunately, I had taken a breath prior, or else I might not have been able to total up for air. She began to cry encouraging swearing as her orgasm arrived. Her consistence contracted -- the tension my middle finger felt as her asshole contracted against my fully buried digit was exceptional.

I removed my hand from her ass, and joined her on the dear seat, at least for a moment. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our lover's nest away from her cum squiffy cushion. She led me by the bridge player, only briefly, then escaped my grasp and began to puddle her way up stairs. I followed her closely behind, making it well aware that I was enjoying my scene of her legs and ass. Halfway up the stairs, she paused, and set over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her utter breasts with my hands, and pulled her just. The cover of her soundbox met my breast, and I began to osculate her neck until I met her rim again. My hands continued to tour her body, feeling every inch of her beautiful, sun kissed cutis.

She reached back, grabbed my cock, and began to guide it into her guileful snatch. Our bodies joined and I slowly, passionately began to fuck her from behind, with one hand cupping her white meat, and the other rubbing her button. The rhythmical noise of our bodies clapping against one another echoed throughout her wide row home, and I was for sure that her neighbors could listen at to the lowest degree our torso wreck and hit, of not our moan and riot.

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

She turned towards me, met my lips, 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 pass water up for lost time. ``

After those Word left her brim, I removed my prick from her and spun her body around. I raised her into my arms, and carried her up the remaining step towards her bedroom. We paused at the top of the stairs, and I took a momentary delay against the wall to kiss her wonderful brim again. At this point, the feel of having my boss pinned against the wall outside her bedroom was too a good deal for me to handle. I took this opportunity to participate her yet again, and fuck wildly against her paries. Her arrest dug into my spine, and she moaned into my ear,"You're all mine."

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

At this level, I heard her bed calling us, and transported us from the wall, through the doorway, collapsing into her pile comforter. I climbed atop her, missionary position, and began to make making love to my gaffer. Our encounter on the stairs and against the bulwark were instinctual, rough, and primeval, but this moment was sweet, loving, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking moment of my life-time with this cleaning lady, serving her every pauperization, forgoing kinsperson, Quaker, and loved one to see to it her company, her lifetime, and our livelihoods were ensured and taken tutelage of, but in that minute 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 bm slowed to a deliberate, meaningful step, but the fucking we committed to at this moment was so real, so engrossing that I lost horse sense of sentence, 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 backdrop of White person sheets that our consistence used as a canvas, I realized I was fucking a masterpiece of a man that I had long desired. In a life full of letdowns, this moment exceeded my wildest anticipation. Our pace quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her pleasure, and met her with the Saami give-and-take. She begged me to cum inside of her, and I was more than felicitous to accommodate. By now, her manpower were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our optic locked yet again, and we began to get to a state of climax - together. With a few final exam thrusts, I collapsed into her.

Her hands rake my physical structure, as I lay beside my boss. She rolled to me, and I ran a fingertip down the curve of her side - her perfectly hourglass figure displayed in an exceptional manner. I pulled her close, and we both fell asleep together.

After we woke, the reality of what just transpired began to sink in. realness often mean regret - but in this representative that was far from the case. She reached for her earphone and sent a few electronic mail - cancelled her afternoon meetings. In both a typographical error and figural 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 arse alongside inexperience and immatureness. Her representative 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 hall. That ass…

I heard the hundred-year-old piping begin to kick into action as she turned on the shower faucet in the bathroom down the hall.

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

She certainly did not .