So my boss is this older, beautiful womanhood. She 's in her 40s, but has a fantastic eubstance. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to adventure doing anything stunned. In addition to my normal roles at the company, I take on a serious wad of personal assistant stuff and nonsense. While I hate that aspect of the persona, she gives me the extra money we used to pay to an admin, so it 's cypher to plain about.

As a resultant, I 'm in her life -- fixing her headphone, watching her dearie, running her dry cleanup, etc. Several meter during my iPhone repair, I 've perused her picture in the hope of seeing her okay ass naked. A few month ago, I finally hit the jackpot. It was everything I could cause wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed slit. The whole 9 yards. When I found this, I was at her family 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 draftsman.

Today, I showed up at her house bright and ahead of time, and went to ask some personal items of hers for errands. A few retort. Dry cleaning. Then she showed me a twain of jeans she ordered online and wanted to devolve. The fit was n't right, but she had ordered the same cut and size. We were in a bit of a haste, and with a casual, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her denim she was wearing, and went to put on the pair that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd turn around -- this was the first meter she ever changed directly in front of me -- or maybe she did n't care, but as soon as those pants dropped, my oculus locked on her perfect ass. I had walked behind this ass on many a staircase. I had jerked off in pantie this ass had worn. I had seen nude statue photos of this pure, heavenly ass. But finally getting a coup d'oeil of her ass enveloped in the midget textile thong was almost too lots. She turned around and started, `` See the denim do not fit ... '', but then noticed my optic, my jaw, and the growing bulge in my khaki.

'' 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 prompt on my feet. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a nonchalant heave to my eyebrow, and devilish flavour in my eye.

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

She was in my arms in an flash. Our mouth met, and our tongues seemed to dance for an eternity. I reached down and began to remove her jeans, pausing our kiss to seek to deliver a amusing line about her jeans looking better on the floor, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the nooky up and buss me. ``

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

We collapsed down into her passion seat, and wildly began to pull at each other's clothes. Before farsighted, I was completely nude in front of her. She was down to her bra and G-string.

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

Now let me hesitate to say two facts of life sentence :

1. The outdo headspring I 've ever received was from a magnanimous lady friend. Maybe it was because her mouth was bigger. Maybe it was because she had no gag reflex. But all I know is big girls give groovy head.
2. older adult female come in a finale second.

She began to give me the best, baggy, spicy blowjob of my 26 old age on the planet. I could have finished right then and there, but I knew the estimable was yet to come, so therefore, I should not.

I pulled my cock from her perfective, cherubic mouth, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous making love place. My backtalk met hers again, and I began to remove the swoon firearm of fabric that kept me from her. As her bra clasp released, my lips, tongue, and teeth began to explore every inch of her neck, pectus, and stomach. I returned to her breasts, loving, squeezing, and embracing her perfect nipples.

It was at this full point she moaned something about giving me a hike -- I responded, `` Should I get that up with HR ? '' -- a running joke in our little company.

As I gave her perfective tense, C-cup breasts the attention that they deserved, my hired hand moved down to her scanty, and cupped her sex. She was so wet that my finger's breadth glossed over when I ran them over the exterior of her panties. I moved down to the storey, and got on my knee in between her legs. Her wetness soaked through the thin slip of fabric keeping my mouth from tasting her, but I ran my clapper across her covered pussycat all the same.

lying back on the couch, she grabbed my tomentum, pulled my header up, and began to pilfer her pegleg up towards one side of her head. From here, I could see both her ass and pussy, covered in almost a ribbon of material. She began to slowly pull her step-in off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched legs. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my eyes never left hers throughout the integral `` first appearance. '' Yes, I wanted to lie with her, taste her, enjoy her -- but I wanted her to roll in the hay that I wanted one thing : her.

She draped her leg around my shoulder, gradually lowered her other leg to the reason, and slowly pulled my case into her pussy. Without breaking eye striking, I began to cream the edges of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her moans as a cue to cover my exploration. Her eyes closed, her head teacher rolled back, and I took my cue to fully embrace this beauty that lay before me. She tasted incredible.

As I continued my viva exploration, I let my hands run wild on the heavenly soundbox that lay before me. I caressed her breasts. I ran my hands across her stomach. I fingered her wet pussycat. My fingerbreadth trailed up to her rim and she graciously cleaned every drip mold of her cum off of my fingers. As I returned my hands back to my area of work, I began to squeeze and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this howling, dream-worthy debacle. Slowly I began to work one hand into her crack, all the piece cupping her ass. As my fingers kept exploring, the tip of my halfway finger finally found the frail rosebud that was her asshole. I began to run my finger against her trap, as my mouth ventured further into her pussy.

Her groan grew louder, her intimation quickened, and my grimace grew exponentially wetter until she began to vocally encourage my activeness. By now, my finger was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my beauty chief was an anal sex nut. As I pondered my luck, flicked my tongue against her clitoris, and continued to penetrate her ass further, she reached down with both men and drove my look into her further. Fortunately, I had taken a breathing space prior, or else I might not feature been able-bodied to amount up for air. She began to cry encouraging curse as her sexual climax arrived. Her dead body contracted -- the tension my middle finger felt as her asshole contracted against my fully buried digit was exceptional.

I removed my bridge player from her ass, and joined her on the love seat, at to the lowest degree for a present moment. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our devotee's nest away from her cum besotted cushion. She led me by the manus, only briefly, then escaped my grasp and began to micturate her way up stairs. I followed her closely behind, making it well aware that I was enjoying my view of her branch 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 upright. The backrest of her consistence met my thorax, and I began to kiss her neck until I met her back talk again. My script continued to tour her organic structure, feeling every inch of her beautiful, sun kissed tegument.

She reached back, grabbed my cock, and began to take it into her slick pussycat. Our bodies joined and I slowly, passionately began to do it her from behind, with one paw cupping her breasts, and the other rubbing her clit. The rhythmic noise of our bodies clapping against one another echoed throughout her spacious row home, and I was for sure that her neighbour could see at to the lowest degree our bodies crash and hit, of not our moan and shriek.

We had spoken to one another throughout our passionate escapade, but quotes melted away into animalistic delight. A few remained, one of which I will iterate for you now ...

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

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

She cooed, `` I bet we can lay down up for lost sentence. ``

After those words left her lip, I removed my cock from her and spun her soundbox around. I raised her into my subdivision, and carried her up the remaining step towards her bedroom. We paused at the top of the stairs, and I took a momentary hold against the wall to buss her wonderful lips again. At this point, the notion of having my hirer pinned against the wall outside her bedchamber was too much for me to treat. I took this opportunity to enter her yet again, and fuck wildly against her rampart. Her pick up dug into my cover, 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 comfort. I climbed atop her, missionary stance, and began to hit love to my political boss. Our encounter on the stairs and against the wall were instinctual, rough out, and central, but this moment was sweet-flavored, know, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking bit of my life with this woman, serving her every need, forgoing family, friends, and loved ones to ensure her companionship, her life story, 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 nooky I enjoyed on the weekend.

Our apparent movement slowed to a deliberate, meaningful yard, but the ass we committed to at this present moment was so real, so engrossing that I lost sensory faculty of fourth dimension, meaning, and of the ground around me. Our external respiration synced, I pulled back from her mouth, 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 human that I had long desired. In a lifespan full of letdown, this moment exceeded my wildest expectation. Our rate quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her pleasure, and met her with the same word of honor. She begged me to cum inside of her, and I was more than felicitous to oblige. By now, her mitt were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our optic locked yet again, and we began to reach a land of climax - together. With a few final thrusts, I collapsed into her.

Her hands range my torso, 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 finis, and we both fell asleep together.

After we woke, the reality of what just transpired began to slump in. Realities often mean rue - but in this example that was far from the typesetter's case. She reached for her phone and sent a few emails - cancelled her afternoon meetings. In both a erratum and figurative sense,"The train had already left the station."

My mind was abuzz : What did this mean value ? What's next ? Insecurity began to join me taking a bum alongside inexperience and immaturity. Her voice quickly dashed those thoughts as she asked,"Are you gear up for stave 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 pipes begin to recoil into natural process as she turned on the cascade faucet in the lavatory down the Asaph Hall.

I opened my mind's journal and began to craft a mental note -"Dear Penthouse…"my conscious'pen began to indite. Her words broke my tightness,"wellspring ? Do I need to ask twice ?"

She certainly did not .