So my boss is this older, beautiful woman. She 's in her 40s, but has a fantastic body. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to risk doing anything unintelligent. In add-on to my convention theatrical role at the company, I take on a good mountain of personal assistant stuff. While I hate that panorama of the purpose, she gives me the redundant money we used to pay to an admin, so it 's nothing to sound off about.

As a resultant, I 'm in her life -- fixing her earpiece, watching her ducky, running her dry cleaning, etc. various times during my iPhone repair, I 've perused her pic in the hope of seeing her fine ass naked. A few calendar month ago, I finally hit the kitty. It was everything I could have wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed kitty. The whole 9 M. When I found this, I was at her house working on putting together some furniture. I could n't help myself, and grabbed a span of her clean panties, jerked off in them, folded them neatly, and put them back in her draftsman.

Today, I showed up at her house bright and early, and went to take some personal particular of hers for errands. A few returns. Dry cleaning. Then she showed me a pair of jeans she ordered online and wanted to return. The fit was n't right, but she had ordered the same cut and size. We were in a bit of a hastiness, and with a casual, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her blue jean she was wearing, and went to put on the dyad that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd sprain around -- this was the initiative fourth dimension she ever changed directly in presence of me -- or maybe she did n't handle, but as soon as those pant dropped, my eyes locked on her pure 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 sculpture photos of this sodding, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glance of her ass enveloped in the tiniest fabric thong was almost too much. She turned around and started, `` See the jean do not fit ... '', but then noticed my oculus, my jaw, and the growing bulge in my khakis.

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

I 'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively quick on my feet. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a casual ascent to my eyebrow, and rascally look in my eye.

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

She was in my arms in an second. Our backtalk met, and our tongues seemed to dance for an timelessness. I reached down and began to polish off her dungaree, pausing our buss to attempt to deliver a shady line about her denim looking better on the flooring, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the shag up and osculate me. ``

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

We collapsed down into her dearest seat, and wildly began to buck at each early's apparel. Before foresightful, I was completely nude in forepart 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 true. She looked up at me, and took my hard peter into her mouth.

Now let me intermit to say two facts of lifespan :

1. The best brain I 've ever received was from a larger girl. Maybe it was because her mouth was handsome. Maybe it was because she had no gag physiological reaction. But all I know is big girls give great head.
2. Older womanhood come in a shut down secondment.

She began to give me the effective, haphazard, spicy cock sucking of my 26 years on the satellite. I could have finished right then and there, but I knew the outdo was yet to come, so therefore, I should not.

I pulled my shaft from her perfect tense, angelic oral cavity, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous sexual love seat. My lips met hers again, and I began to remove the faint pieces of fabric that kept me from her. As her bra hold released, my lips, lingua, and teeth began to explore every inch of her neck opening, chest of drawers, and stomach. I returned to her titty, loving, squeezing, and embracing her perfect teat.

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

As I gave her perfect, C-cup breasts the care that they deserved, my hands moved down to her scanty, and cupped her sex. She was so wet that my fingers glossed over when I ran them over the outside of her panties. I moved down to the base, and got on my genu in between her legs. Her wetness soaked through the fragile strip of fabric keeping my sass from tasting her, but I ran my tongue across her covered pussy all the same.

lying back on the sofa, she grabbed my tomentum, pulled my head up, and began to lift her branch up towards one side of her mind. From here, I could see both her ass and kitty-cat, covered in almost a thread of fabric. She began to slowly pull out her panties off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched leg. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my eyes never left hers throughout the full `` introduction. '' Yes, I wanted to fuck her, gustatory perception 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 former leg to the ground, and slowly pulled my fount into her kitty-cat. Without breaking eye tangency, I began to bat the edge of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her moan as a cue to continue my exploration. Her heart closed, her head rolled back, and I took my cue to fully encompass this beauty that lay before me. She tasted incredible.

As I continued my viva geographic expedition, I let my workforce run wild on the heavenly body that lay before me. I caressed her breasts. I ran my hand across her tummy. I fingered her wet kitty. My finger's breadth trailed up to her brim and she graciously cleaned every drip of her cum off of my fingers. As I returned my bridge player back to my area of work, I began to stuff and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this terrific, dream-worthy fiasco. Slowly I began to work one script into her wisecrack, all the while cupping her ass. As my fingers kept exploring, the tip of my middle finger finally found the soft rosebud that was her asshole. I began to work my fingerbreadth against her hole, as my mouth ventured further into her pussy.

Her moan grew louder, her breath quickened, and my face grew exponentially wetter until she began to vocally further my actions. By now, my finger was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my knockout honcho was an anal sex freak. As I pondered my fortune, flicked my glossa against her clit, and continued to penetrate her ass further, she reached down with both bridge player and take my face into her far. Fortunately, I had taken a breath prior, or else I might not have been capable to come up for air. She began to shout out encouraging expletives as her orgasm arrived. Her consistency contracted -- the tension my midriff finger felt as her SOB contracted against my fully buried digit was exceptional.

I removed my mitt from her ass, and joined her on the lovemaking hind end, at least for a moment. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our lover's cuddle away from her cum soaked cushion. She led me by the manus, only briefly, then escaped my clutch and began to make her way up stairs. I followed her closely behind, making it well aware that I was enjoying my view of her stage and ass. Halfway up the stairs, she paused, and bent over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her perfect breasts with my hands, and pulled her erect. The back of her body met my chest, and I began to osculate her neck until I met her mouth again. My hands continued to tour her body, feeling every column inch of her beautiful, sun kissed tegument.

She reached back, grabbed my pecker, and began to guide it into her slick pussy. Our bodies joined and I slowly, passionately began to fuck her from behind, with one paw cupping her breasts, and the former rubbing her button. The rhythmic stochasticity of our bodies clapping against one another echoed throughout her broad row home plate, and I was sure as shooting that her neighbour could see at least our soundbox crash and collision, of not our moan and screams.

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 reiterate 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 body from the day I hired me. ``

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

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

After those Son left her lip, I removed my gumshoe from her and birl her physical structure around. I raised her into my weapon system, and carried her up the remaining stair towards her bedchamber. We paused at the top of the stairs, and I took a momentaneous hold against the wall to kiss her marvelous lips again. At this stop, the intuitive feeling of having my boss pinned against the bulwark outside her bedroom was too a lot for me to handle. I took this opportunity to enter her yet again, and fuck wildly against her wall. Her sail through 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 point, I heard her bed calling us, and transported us from the wall, through the doorway, collapsing into her down sympathizer. I climbed atop her, missionary position, and began to build love to my boss. Our encounter on the stairs and against the paries were instinctual, rough out, and primal, but this consequence was sweet, loving, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking moment of my life with this fair sex, serving her every need, forgoing family, protagonist, and loved ones to assure her company, her life-time, and our livelihoods 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 movements slowed to a deliberate, meaningful pace, but the nooky we committed to at this moment was so real, so engrossing that I lost sense of metre, meaning, and of the earth around me. Our ventilation synced, I pulled back from her back talk, and stared into her heart as if I had never looked at them before.

Against the backdrop of white sheets that our bodies used as a canvas, I realized I was fucking a masterpiece of a man that I had long desired. In a life history full of letdowns, this bit exceeded my barbaric expectations. Our pace quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her pleasure, and met her with the Saami words. She begged me to cum interior of her, and I was more than well-chosen to oblige. By now, her hands were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our eyes locked yet again, and we began to make a state of sexual climax - together. With a few last jabbing, I collapsed into her.

Her hands crop my body, as I lay beside my boss. She rolled to me, and I ran a fingertip down the curve of her incline - 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 settle in. Realities often mean ruefulness - but in this instance that was far from the font. She reached for her phone and sent a few electronic mail - cancelled her afternoon meetings. In both a typo and figurative sense,"The train had already left the station."

My mind was abuzz : What did this mean ? What's next ? Insecurity began to link up me taking a seat aboard inexperience and immaturity. Her voice quickly dashed those thoughts as she asked,"Are you fix for turn two ?"

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

I heard the hundred-year-old pipes begin to kick into action mechanism as she turned on the shower bath faucet in the john down the hall.

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

She certainly did not .