So my boss is this older, beautiful woman. She 's in her 40s, but has a fantastic dead body. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to risk doing anything stunned. In addition to my pattern function at the company, I take on a unspoilt mass of personal assistant stuff. While I hate that aspect of the function, she gives me the excess money we used to pay to an admin, so it 's aught to kick about.

As a solvent, I 'm in her life -- fixing her earpiece, watching her favorite, running her dry cleaning, etc. Several times during my iPhone repair, I 've perused her pic in the Hope of seeing her fine ass naked. A few month ago, I finally hit the pot. It was everything I could have wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed pussy. The altogether 9 G. When I found this, I was at her home working on putting together some article of furniture. I could n't help myself, and grabbed a twain of her make 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 particular of hers for errands. A few recurrence. Dry cleaning. Then she showed me a pair of dungaree she ordered online and wanted to return. The fit was n't compensate, but she had ordered the same cut and size. We were in a bit of a hurry, and with a daily, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her denim she was wearing, and went to put on the twain that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd turn around -- this was the showtime clock time she ever changed directly in front of me -- or maybe she did n't care, but as soon as those gasp dropped, my eyes locked on her consummate ass. I had walked behind this ass on many a staircase. I had jerked off in step-in this ass had worn. I had seen nude painting photo of this perfect, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glance of her ass enveloped in the tiniest fabric thong was almost too practically. 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 nimble on my feet. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a cursory climb to my eyebrow, and devilish face in my eye.

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

She was in my implements of war in an twinkling. Our rim met, and our tongues seemed to dance for an eternity. I reached down and began to remove her dungaree, pausing our buss to attempt to deliver a funny transmission line about her jeans looking better on the flooring, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the shag up and kiss me. ``

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

We collapsed down into her dearest seat, and wildly began to pull at each other's wearing apparel. Before long, I was completely nude in front of her. She was down to her bra and lash.

She pushed me up -- I paused, wondering if this were the end and it were all too good to be true. She looked up at me, and took my hard cock into her mouth.

Now let me hesitate to say two facts of life :

1. The Charles Herbert Best heading I 've ever received was from a prominent girl. Maybe it was because her mouth was self-aggrandizing. Maybe it was because she had no gag unconditioned reflex. But all I know is big girls give great head.
2. Older women come in a conclude s.

She began to give me the scoop, sloppiest, red-hot cock sucking of my 26 years on the planet. I could give finished right then and there, but I knew the best was yet to total, so therefore, I should not.

I pulled my cock from her perfect, angelic backtalk, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous love derriere. My lips met hers again, and I began to remove the swoon while of fabric that kept me from her. As her bra clasp released, my back talk, tongue, and tooth began to explore every inch of her neck, chest, and stomach. I returned to her titty, loving, squeezing, and embracing her perfect nipples.

It was at this breaker point she moaned something about giving me a heave -- I responded, `` Should I take that up with HR ? '' -- a running jape in our minor company.

As I gave her perfect, C-cup breasts the attention that they deserved, my hands moved down to her pantie, 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 floor, and got on my knees in between her legs. Her wetness soaked through the thin moorage of fabric keeping my rim from tasting her, but I ran my tongue across her cut across cunt all the same.

Lying back on the sofa, she grabbed my pilus, pulled my headspring up, and began to overturn her legs up towards one position of her head. From here, I could see both her ass and pussy, covered in almost a thread of material. She began to slowly perpetrate her pantie off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched legs. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my center never left hers throughout the entire `` unveiling. '' Yes, I wanted to have it off her, taste her, enjoy her -- but I wanted her to know that I wanted one thing : her.

She draped her leg around my shoulder, gradually lowered her other leg to the footing, and slowly pulled my boldness into her pussy. Without breaking eye contact, I began to lick the bound of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her groan as a cue to continue my geographic expedition. Her centre closed, her head rolled back, and I took my cue to fully espouse this lulu that lay before me. She tasted incredible.

As I continued my oral geographic expedition, I let my mitt run wild on the heavenly body that lay before me. I caressed her breasts. I ran my hands across her belly. I fingered her wet pussy. My digit trailed up to her sass and she graciously cleaned every drip of her cum off of my fingers. As I returned my hands back to my area of employment, I began to squeeze and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this wonderful, dream-worthy fiasco. Slowly I began to work one helping hand into her crack cocaine, all the while cupping her ass. As my fingers kept exploring, the tip of my middle digit finally found the delicate rosebud that was her arse. I began to figure out my finger against her yap, as my mouth ventured further into her pussy.

Her groan grew louder, her breath quickened, and my face grew exponentially soused until she began to vocally advance my actions. By now, my finger was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my kayo knob was an anal sex freak. As I pondered my chance, flicked my tongue against her clitoris, and continued to pervade her ass further, she reached down with both hands and drove my facial expression into her further. Fortunately, I had taken a breather prior, or else I might not make been able to come up for air. She began to yell encouraging swearword as her sexual climax arrived. Her dead body contracted -- the tension my middle finger felt as her bastard contracted against my fully buried fingerbreadth was exceptional.

I removed my helping hand from her ass, and joined her on the love rear end, at to the lowest degree 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 tight shock absorber. She led me by the hired man, only briefly, then escaped my grasp and began to make her way up step. 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 bent grass over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her perfect breasts with my hand, and pulled her vertical. The spine of her torso met my chest, and I began to snog her neck until I met her lips again. My hands continued to tour her consistence, feeling every column inch of her beautiful, sun kissed skin.

She reached back, grabbed my dick, and began to pass it into her slick pussy. Our bodies joined and I slowly, passionately began to fuck her from behind, with one hand cupping her bosom, and the other rubbing her clit. The rhythmical racket of our bodies clapping against one another echoed throughout her roomy row home, and I was sure that her neighbour could hear at least our trunk crash and collision, of not our moans and screams.

We had spoken to one another throughout our passionate risky venture, but quotes melted away into animalistic pleasance. A few remained, one of which I will ingeminate for you now ...

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

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

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

After those words left her lip, I removed my dick from her and spin her body around. I raised her into my weapon, and carried her up the remaining stairs towards her bedroom. We paused at the top of the stair, and I took a momentary holdup against the wall to kiss her wonderful lips again. At this point, the flavour of having my boss pinned against the wall outside her bedroom was too much for me to handle. I took this opportunity to record her yet again, and fuck wildly against her wall. Her nails dug into my back, and she moaned into my ear,"You're all mine."

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

At this head, I heard her bed calling us, and transported us from the wall, through the doorway, collapsing into her down comforter. I climbed atop her, missionary position, and began to form love to my boss. Our encounter on the stairs and against the wall were instinctual, rough, and aboriginal, but this moment was sweet, get laid, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking here and now of my life with this woman, serving her every motivation, forgoing menage, champion, and loved ones to ensure her ship's company, her life, and our living were ensured and taken attention of, but in that moment I knew that what I was feeling was something far more passionate than the 20 something year-old piece of ass I enjoyed on the weekend.

Our movements slowed to a deliberate, meaningful stride, but the fucking we committed to at this moment was so real, so engrossing that I lost sense of sentence, signification, and of the earth around me. Our breathing synced, I pulled back from her mouth, and stared into her optic as if I had never looked at them before.

Against the backdrop of white plane that our bodies used as a canvas, I realized I was fucking a masterpiece of a human being that I had long desired. In a life full of letdowns, this here and now exceeded my wildest outlook. Our tempo quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her pleasure, and met her with the Lapp quarrel. She begged me to cum inside of her, and I was more than happy to obligate. By now, her hired man were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our eyes locked yet again, and we began to get to a nation of orgasm - together. With a few final thrusts, I collapsed into her.

Her hands crease my torso, as I lay beside my chief. She rolled to me, and I ran a fingertip down the curvature 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 realities of what just transpired began to sink in. realness often mean sorrow - but in this example that was far from the case. She reached for her phone and sent a few email - cancelled her afternoon meetings. In both a literal and figural gumption,"The wagon train had already left the station."

My mind was abuzz : What did this mean ? What's next ? Insecurity began to join me taking a stern alongside inexperience and immatureness. Her part quickly dashed those mentation as she asked,"Are you ready for stave two ?"

She got up, and made her way out of the room. I watched her ass disappear down the mansion. That ass…

I heard the hundred-year-old pipe begin to kvetch into action as she turned on the rain shower spigot in the bathroom down the residence.

I opened my mind's journal and began to craft a mental note -"Dear Penthouse…"my witting'pen began to write. Her words broke my compactness,"Well ? Do I need to ask twice ?"

She certainly did not .