So my gaffer is this older, beautiful cleaning lady. She 's in her 40s, but has a wondrous body. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to risk doing anything stupid. In gain to my pattern persona at the company, I take on a good pot of personal supporter material. While I hate that aspect 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 result, I 'm in her life -- fixing her phone, watching her pets, running her dry cleaning, etc. respective prison term during my iPhone repair, I 've perused her picture in the Leslie Townes Hope of seeing her very well ass naked. A few month ago, I finally hit the jackpot. It was everything I could give wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed cunt. The whole 9 chiliad. When I found this, I was at her business firm working on putting together some furniture. I could n't help myself, and grabbed a twain of her light panties, jerked off in them, folded them neatly, and put them back in her drawer.

Today, I showed up at her sign bright and early, and went to take some personal items of hers for errands. A few returns. Dry cleansing. Then she showed me a pair of jean she ordered online and wanted to hark back. The fit was n't right, but she had ordered the Saame cut and size. We were in a bit of a hurry, and with a daily, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her jeans she was wearing, and went to put on the duo that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd turn around -- this was the for the first time time she ever changed directly in front of me -- or maybe she did n't like, but as soon as those trouser dropped, my center locked on her arrant ass. I had walked behind this ass on many a stairway. I had jerked off in panties this ass had worn. I had seen nude photos of this gross, heavenly ass. But finally getting a coup d'oeil of her ass enveloped in the bantam textile G-string was almost too a good deal. She turned around and started, `` See the jeans do not fit ... '', but then noticed my centre, my jaw, and the growing hump in my khaki.

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

I 'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively quick on my base. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a casual rise to my eyebrow, and mephistophelian aspect in my eye.

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

She was in my arms in an second. Our lips met, and our tongues seemed to trip the light fantastic toe for an eternity. I reached down and began to take out her denim, pausing our buss to attempt to present a funny line about her dungaree looking better on the floor, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the piece of tail up and kiss me. ``

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

We collapsed down into her love buttocks, and wildly began to shoot at each other's dress. Before long, I was completely naked in movement 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 good to be rightful. She looked up at me, and took my hard cock into her mouth.

Now let me pause to say two facts of life :

1. The best head I 've ever received was from a bombastic lady friend. Maybe it was because her oral fissure was self-aggrandizing. Maybe it was because she had no gag reflex. But all I know is big girls give great head.
2. Older charwoman come in a stopping point second.

She began to yield me the best, sloppiest, hottest blowjob of my 26 days 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 rooster from her perfect, saintly mouth, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous love seat. My mouth met hers again, and I began to move out the faint pieces of cloth that kept me from her. As her bra clutches released, my lip, spit, and teeth began to explore every inch of her neck, breast, and stomach. I returned to her chest, loving, squeezing, and embracing her double-dyed nipple.

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

As I gave her perfect, C-cup white meat the attention that they deserved, my hands moved down to her panties, and cupped her sex. She was so wet that my digit glossed over when I ran them over the exterior of her panties. I moved down to the base, and got on my knees in between her leg. Her wetness soaked through the thin slip of material keeping my lip from tasting her, but I ran my tongue across her covered pussycat all the same.

Lying back on the sofa, she grabbed my pilus, pulled my head up, and began to swipe her legs up towards one side of her head. From here, I could see both her ass and pussy, covered in almost a thread of material. She began to slowly pull her panty off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched legs. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my eyes never left hers throughout the entire `` introduction. '' Yes, I wanted to fuck her, sense of taste her, enjoy her -- but I wanted her to cognize that I wanted one affair : her.

She draped her leg around my shoulder, gradually lowered her other leg to the background, and slowly pulled my face into her pussy. Without breaking eye contact, I began to work out the edges of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her moan as a cue to continue my geographic expedition. Her eyes closed, her head rolled back, and I took my cue to fully bosom this beauty that lay before me. She tasted incredible.

As I continued my unwritten exploration, I let my hands run wild on the heavenly body that lay before me. I caressed her breasts. I ran my deal across her breadbasket. I fingered her wet kitty. My finger's breadth trailed up to her lips and she graciously cleaned every drip of her cum off of my fingers. As I returned my hands back to my area of workplace, I began to thrust and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this wondrous, dream-worthy fiasco. Slowly I began to work one bridge player into her crack, all the while cupping her ass. As my finger kept exploring, the tip of my midriff finger finally found the delicate rosebud that was her asshole. I began to function my finger's breadth against her golf hole, as my sass ventured further into her pussy.

Her moans grew louder, her breath quickened, and my face grew exponentially blotto until she began to vocally further my natural process. By now, my fingerbreadth was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my knockout boss was an anal sex freak. As I pondered my luck, flicked my clapper against her clit, and continued to pervade her ass further, she reached down with both hands and drove my face into her further. Fortunately, I had taken a breathing space prior, or else I might not have been able-bodied to come up for air. She began to holler encouraging expletives as her sexual climax arrived. Her soundbox 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 nates, at to the lowest degree for a import. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our lover's nest away from her cum souse cushion. She led me by the hand, only briefly, then escaped my grasp and began to give her way up stairs. I followed her closely behind, making it well aware that I was enjoying my view of her legs and ass. Halfway up the stairs, she paused, and bent over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her perfect knocker with my hand, and pulled her upright. The backrest of her body met my breast, and I began to kiss her neck until I met her lips again. My hands continued to tour her body, feeling every inch of her beautiful, sun kissed tegument.

She reached back, grabbed my cock, and began to guide it into her slick pussycat. Our bodies joined and I slowly, passionately began to make love her from behind, with one hand cupping her breasts, and the other rubbing her clit. The rhythmical disturbance of our bodies clapping against one another echoed throughout her spacious row house, and I was for sure that her neighbors could hear at least our organic structure collapse and hit, of not our moans and belly laugh.

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

She turned towards me, met my lip, and casually told me as I fucked her from behind, `` I 've lusted for my torso 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 words left her lips, I removed my tool from her and spun her body around. I raised her into my arms, and carried her up the remaining stairs towards her bedroom. We paused at the top of the stairs, and I took a fugitive time lag against the wall to snog her fantastic brim again. At this point, the flavor of having my boss pinned against the bulwark outside her bedroom was too much for me to plow. I took this chance to figure her yet again, and fuck wildly against her bulwark. Her boom 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 comforter. I climbed atop her, missionary berth, and began to cook love life to my boss. Our meeting on the stairs and against the bulwark were instinctual, rough, and primal, but this import was sweet, know, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking here and now of my life with this charwoman, serving her every pauperism, forgoing family, acquaintance, and loved I to ascertain her company, her life, and our livelihoods were ensured and taken maintenance of, but in that present moment I knew that what I was feeling was something far more passionate than the 20 something year-old screw I enjoyed on the weekend.

Our movements slowed to a deliberate, meaningful tread, but the fucking we committed to at this second was so real, so engrossing that I lost sensation of fourth dimension, significance, and of the solid ground around me. Our breathing synced, I pulled back from her mouth, and stared into her eye as if I had never looked at them before.

Against the backdrop of white weather sheet that our trunk used as a canvas, I realized I was fucking a chef-d'oeuvre of a human that I had long desired. In a life sentence entire of disappointment, this present moment exceeded my wildest expectations. Our tempo quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her delight, and met her with the Sami dustup. She begged me to cum inside of her, and I was more than happy to oblige. By now, her manus were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our eyes locked yet again, and we began to strive a state of climax - together. With a few final exam jabbing, I collapsed into her.

Her hands grazed my body, as I lay beside my political boss. She rolled to me, and I ran a fingertip down the curve of her incline - her perfectly hourglass number 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 go down in. Realities often mean regret - but in this instance that was far from the eccentric. She reached for her earpiece and sent a few emails - cancelled her afternoon confluence. 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 unite me taking a bottom alongside inexperience and immatureness. Her voice quickly dashed those opinion as she asked,"Are you set up for round two ?"

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

I heard the hundred-year-old pipes begin to kvetch into action as she turned on the shower spigot in the lav down the dorm.

I opened my brain's journal and began to craft a mental bank note -"Dear Penthouse…"my conscious'pen began to spell. Her password broke my density,"well ? Do I need to ask twice ?"

She certainly did not .