So my boss is this previous, beautiful woman. She 's in her 40s, but has a terrific eubstance. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to hazard doing anything stupid. In addition to my normal office at the companionship, I take on a practiced deal of personal assistant stuff. While I hate that look of the role, she gives me the spare money we used to pay to an admin, so it 's nothing to complain about.

As a resultant, I 'm in her life -- fixing her sound, watching her pets, running her dry cleaning, etc. several multiplication during my iPhone repair, I 've perused her photos in the Hope of seeing her mulct 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 whole 9 yard. When I found this, I was at her theater working on putting together some furniture. I could n't assist myself, and grabbed a twain 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 point of hers for errands. A few returns. Dry cleaning. Then she showed me a pair of jean 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 rush, and with a casual, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her denim she was wearing, and went to put on the twosome that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd turn over around -- this was the first metre she ever changed directly in front of me -- or maybe she did n't care, but as soon as those pant dropped, my eyes locked on her stark ass. I had walked behind this ass on many a staircase. I had jerked off in panties this ass had worn. I had seen nude painting photos of this double-dyed, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glance of her ass enveloped in the diminutive framework 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 run-in hung in the room.

I 'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively quickly on my feet. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a casual raise to my brow, and diabolical looking at in my eye.

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

She was in my arms in an trice. Our mouth met, and our glossa seemed to trip the light fantastic toe for an eternity. I reached down and began to hit her jean, pausing our kiss to attempt to rescue a singular pipeline about her jeans looking better on the floor, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the screwing up and kiss me. ``

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

We collapsed down into her love bum, and wildly began to tear at each other's clothes. Before prospicient, I was completely naked in front 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 estimable to be dead on target. 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 right head I 've ever received was from a big girl. Maybe it was because her rima oris was bigger. Maybe it was because she had no gag reflex. But all I know is big girls give great head.
2. Older women come in a finis second.

She began to have me the outdo, loose-fitting, hottest blowjob of my 26 years on the planet. I could have finished right then and there, but I knew the best was yet to come, so therefore, I should not.

I pulled my cock from her perfect, beatific mouth, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous love seat. My mouth met hers again, and I began to take away the deliquium part of fabric that kept me from her. As her bra clasp released, my brim, tongue, and dentition began to explore every inch of her cervix, thorax, and stomach. I returned to her breast, loving, squeezing, and embracing her stark nipples.

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

As I gave her perfect tense, C-cup breasts the attending 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 stifle in between her ramification. Her wetness soaked through the flimsy slip of paper of fabric keeping my lips from tasting her, but I ran my clapper across her report pussy all the same.

prevarication back on the couch, she grabbed my hair, pulled my fountainhead up, and began to rescind her leg up towards one English of her head. From here, I could see both her ass and pussy, covered in almost a ribbon of cloth. She began to slowly pull her panties off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched branch. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my eyes never left hers throughout the entire `` unveiling. '' Yes, I wanted to bang her, gustatory perception her, enjoy her -- but I wanted her to be intimate that I wanted one thing : her.

She draped her leg around my shoulder joint, gradually lowered her other leg to the basis, and slowly pulled my face into her pussy. Without breaking eye contact, I began to lick the sharpness of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her groan as a cue to continue my exploration. Her eyes closed, her psyche rolled back, and I took my cue to fully espouse this stunner that lay before me. She tasted incredible.

As I continued my oral exploration, I let my hands run wild on the heavenly body that lay before me. I caressed her tit. I ran my hands across her stomach. I fingered her wet puss. My fingerbreadth trailed up to her backtalk and she graciously cleaned every dribble of her cum off of my fingers. As I returned my hands back to my area of work, I began to nip and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this wonderful, dream-worthy debacle. Slowly I began to work on one handwriting into her crack, all the piece cupping her ass. As my fingers kept exploring, the tip of my middle finger finally found the delicate rosebud that was her motherfucker. I began to work my finger against her hole, as my mouth ventured further into her pussy.

Her moan grew louder, her breathing time quickened, and my face grew exponentially wetter until she began to vocally encourage my legal action. By now, my finger's breadth was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my sweetheart boss was an anal sex monstrosity. As I pondered my luck, flicked my glossa against her clit, and continued to fall into place her ass further, she reached down with both hands and get my face into her further. Fortunately, I had taken a breath prior, or else I might not have been capable to come up for air. She began to yell encouraging swearing as her sexual climax arrived. Her body 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 love behind, at least for a moment. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our buff's nest away from her cum intoxicate shock absorber. She led me by the hand, only briefly, then escaped my clutch and began to make her way up step. I followed her closely behind, making it well aware that I was enjoying my prospect of her legs and ass. Halfway up the step, she paused, and bent over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her perfect breasts with my helping hand, and pulled her vertical. The vertebral column of her body met my chest, and I began to kiss her cervix until I met her rim again. My work force continued to tour her eubstance, feeling every inch of her beautiful, sun kissed cutis.

She reached back, grabbed my rooster, and began to guide it into her slick pussy. Our organic structure joined and I slowly, passionately began to fuck her from behind, with one hand cupping her breasts, and the other rubbing her button. The rhythmic stochasticity of our bodies clapping against one another echoed throughout her spacious row base, and I was sure that her neighbour could try at to the lowest degree our consistence crash and collision, of not our moans and screech.

We had spoken to one another throughout our passionate adventure, but citation melted away into animalistic pleasure. 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 movement then. ``

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

After those words left her mouth, I removed my dick from her and spun her body around. I raised her into my arms, and carried her up the remaining stair towards her bedroom. We paused at the top of the stairs, and I took a momentary holdup against the wall to osculate her marvellous lip again. At this dot, the feeling of having my knob pinned against the bulwark outside her bedchamber was too practically for me to treat. I took this chance to enter her yet again, and fuck wildly against her wall. Her nails dug into my spinal column, and she moaned into my ear,"You're all mine."

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

At this spot, I heard her bed calling us, and transported us from the bulwark, through the room access, collapsing into her kill pacifier. I climbed atop her, missionary position, and began to make love to my gaffer. Our meeting on the stairs and against the wall were instinctual, harsh, and aboriginal, but this minute was sweet, love, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking moment of my living with this woman, serving her every demand, forgoing family, friends, and loved ones to ensure her company, her life, and our livelihood were ensured and taken care of, but in that mo 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 bowel movement slowed to a deliberate, meaningful tread, but the fucking we committed to at this moment was so real, so engrossing that I lost sense of time, significance, and of the earth around me. Our breathing synced, I pulled back from her oral cavity, and stared into her eyes as if I had never looked at them before.

Against the backdrop of white rag that our trunk used as a canvas tent, I realized I was fucking a masterpiece of a human that I had long desired. In a life-time full of letdowns, this moment exceeded my uncivilised expectations. Our gait quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her pleasure, and met her with the Lapp run-in. She begged me to cum inside of her, and I was more than happy to oblige. By now, her paw were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our oculus locked yet again, and we began to reach a body politic of climax - together. With a few terminal driving force, I collapsed into her.

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

After we woke, the reality of what just transpired began to lapse in. realness often mean regret - but in this instance that was far from the case. She reached for her phone and sent a few electronic mail - cancelled her afternoon meetings. In both a literal and figurative sense,"The train had already left the station."

My mind was abuzz : What did this mean ? What's next ? Insecurity began to fall in me taking a posterior alongside rawness and immaturity. Her spokesperson quickly dashed those thoughts as she asked,"Are you ready 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 pipes begin to kick back into action mechanism as she turned on the exhibitor spigot in the lav down the hall.

I opened my mind's journal and began to craft a genial note -"Dear Penthouse…"my conscious'pen began to write. Her words broke my concentration,"well ? Do I need to ask twice ?"

She certainly did not .