It was Friday Dec 23, and the boss just dumped a pile of newspaper work on my desk to get done before our year-end in 8 days. I was hoping to acquire a few days off over the Christmas week,
but guess not now. As I sorted through the paper body of work some of it was insurance stuff. I just detest insurance policy paperwork, and I knew that asshole of an agent would be gone. factor's have the easiest job, they take fourth dimension off, take your money, and cry about how strong they work. well the only good affair about this agent was his secretary.

She was a bird, in her upper 40 's with a minute glass figure, blond hairsbreadth, gentle brown eyes. When
she got up to take the air all eyes were on her as she just dripped in sex. Her assets were perfect
36 C boob, slim waist, unadulterated ass and ramification, you could tell she worked out a lot to keep her
body looking that nice.

I grabbed the phone and gave the broker's office a outcry. 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 drop 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 post around 3:30 or so. We said our estimable byes and I hung up. I grabbed what newspaper publisher I need, made a match of quick margin call, and one to my married woman telling her I was running late. I locked up and headed for my hand truck.

What a low day it was outside one-half rain half snow and all mush. It was slow going and I got to the agentive role's government agency 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 solution. I grabbed my electric cell phone and call, but got just the recording William Tell that the post was closed, and the clock time it was to be opened. I just hate them fucking machines.

I had noticed when I pulled up that her car was still in her parking space by the face door. So I walk to the side door and turned the thickening it was locked, but I pushed on it and the door opened, whoever left last didn't secure the latch. I stepped in face and come together the door behind me tightly.

I stood there for a few seconds, letting my heart get adjusted to the darkness. I walked forward through the hall, and stopped at the end and listened. It sounded like person was sobbing or crying softly. I stepped into the room and saw Stacey sitting at a banquet table with a pair of taper lite, some music acting and all the igniter in the hinder 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 drop off these newspaper publisher to Rusty.
She said O O yea sorry I forgot. I took the papers and threw them on Rusty's desk, and went back and sat down next to Stacey.

She was sipping on a glassful of wine-colored trying to unwind, I could see that she was upset. So I ask her what the problem was. She just shook her head. So I sat there quietly for a few bit, and asked again. She started to softly cry and laid her floor 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 months. She and her daughter-in-law never did see eye to eye, and that caused some problems. She said that this is not going to be a very felicitous 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 snag in her middle, she said what. I told her to stand up, and she did. WOW she had on a black attire that was thigh high, and fit her just like a glove, showing off all her honorable qualities. I said what you need is a safe hug, and I step forward and gave her the easily hug that I could give. She had her arms wrapped around my neck opening, squeezing me back.

Here I am holding the woman of my dreams in my implements of war, and my intellect goes completely blank. So like a dumbbell I let go of her, and sit back down in the chairman. I keep kick my self in the ass for not taking advantage of this opportunity that I had with her. But deficiency of experience in doing this with another woman former than my wife really showed.

We chatted for a few minutes, and then I had another real cracking idea, and told well I guess it is time for me to go. DUH ! ! ! that was veridical sassy move on my part.

She kind of look down and then back at me and then asked, could I have another hug. BINGO the ignite clicked on, and I though here is my one chance don't blow it. I stood up and took off my cap and tossed on the trading floor, and she flowed right over into my coat of arms for a hug.

I rubbed my hands over her spinal column and down to her cheeks, I could state that she had a G-string on, and not often else under the dress as it felt real smooth. She loosen her hands from my cervix and looked me in the eyes, and drew her lips up to mine and we meet in a very passionate buss. I open my mouth a slight bit and could feel her tongue flicker in and out, what a big round on.

As our natural language continued to dance together, I unhooked her clothes and slowly move the zipper down. When I meet no underground 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 early arm. Here I was holding her almost au naturel ( except for the thong ) and French people 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 consume look at her blankly, because she said that I was fully clothed and she was all most raw. We remedy this quickly as she helped me despoil, 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 initiatory real good opportunity to see her up close au naturel, GOD what a site. I can't human body what is the matter with her husband to not submit care of a goddess like this. As we french osculate with mania, my deal was slowly massaging her bosom and drama with her nipple. They was so backbreaking I felt like I was playing with a couple of hummer. 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 boob, I could act with them all day and night.


As I played with her nipples the prominence on her ring of color grew Thomas More intense. As my fingers rubbed over those bumps, I was capable to read what those swelling mean value in Louis Braille. It said sucking here. So I started to work my way down. Softly kissing and nibbling on her cervix, and then down to her breast. As my spit and sass worked her mammilla over, I moved my hired hand down to her legs. She parted them just like Moses did to the red sea, and I started to stroke her interior thighs softly, public treasury I finally got to her tabu lips. She had a nicely shaved twat with a land flight strip just above her pussy
lips.

As I rubbed the mouth, she was starting to get worked up, and I could take up to feel some moisture on the back talk. I spread the back talk and my fingerbreadth enter her pussy, and she was soaking wet. I started out slowly, and worked the f number up faster, then slowed back down. I move finger up to her clit, and rubbed that in a steady movement. I had one fingerbreadth slowly stroking her asshole. Suddenly she grabbed my question and brought me up for a gruelling kiss, and broke the kiss off and held me tightly, as her consistency start to shake in an orgasm. side by side thing I knew my hand was wet and total of her juices.

Finally I could not hire it anymore. I picked her up and set her on the table. I got on my human knee and spread her legs and dove right wing in and startle to lick her cunt. I licked in and out, up and down, and around and around, as fast as I could. Man did she discernment good, I felt like a yield attacking a bee hive and licking up all the dearest, but not getting stung. Suddenly she locked her peg around my top dog, drawing me in tighter. It was getting hard to breathe, and then my face got flood with her juices.

She relaxed her legs and I got discharge, she reached down grabbing my head, looking to my heart, she said put it in me now. fountainhead I may not be the sharpest saddlery in the box, but I did not have to be asked twice. I stood up spread her leg and slammed my pecker into her sopping wet snatch. She was so hot that I think that my testicle were starting to churn in my sack. As I was banging away at her, she keep saying be intimate me harder over and over.

Finally I said Stacey I going to cum, and she gave a really loud groan and said cum with me now.
I buried my cock as deep as I could and let off the biggest 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 stage 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 bathroom. As she walk to the toilet, I thought what a visual modality of fondness. As she walked back out, I was watching her again, man I could watch her manner of walking around this office nude for the remainder of my life. Just watching her made my cock was start to develop hard again .